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which for ages has furnished inspiration to na- 

 tional artists and poets, has been disappearing 

 fast before the onslaught of the thrifty Danish 

 farmers, who are bringing every available square 

 inch of Denmark's soil under cultivation." 



Three hundred acres of inspiration to artists 

 and poets (and to common people, too), or three 

 hundred acres more of vegetables, — which will 

 Denmark have ? 



Now, I have a field of vegetables. I was born 

 and brought up in a field of vegetables — in the 

 sweet-potato and cabbage fields of southern New 

 Jersey. To this day I love — with my heart and 

 with my hoe — a row of stone-mason cabbages ; 

 but there are cabbages on both sides of the road 

 all the way home, not fewer cabbages this year, 

 but more, and ever more and more, with less and 

 ever less and less of the virgin heather in between. 



The heather is for inspiration, for pictures and 

 poems; the cabbages are for cold-slaw and sauer- 

 kraut. Have any complained of our lack of 

 cold-slaw and sauerkraut? I paid five cents a 

 pound for cabbage at the market recently (a 

 frozen head at that) ; but even so, it is abundant 

 as compared with poetry. 



