42 The Life Worth Living 



understand the sarcasm of this till long after. 

 The temptation could not be resisted. There 

 was a lordly suggestion about "broad acres," 

 and there was a challenge in the soil and sky 

 that roused my righting blood. I longed to 

 conquer, subdue and make it fruitful. 



Besides, I had a sneaking idea that I knew 

 more about farming than any farmer of my 

 acquaintance. All that was necessary was a 

 large opportunity to demonstrate the breadth 

 of my genius. I got it. 



First, I determined to get rich on fancy 

 truck farming. 



The people of Gloucester, who had no rail- 

 roads, were slow and ultra-conservative. I 

 determined to hustle after the manner of the 

 Yankee and the Westerner, and show them 

 how to do things. 



I put in fifty acres of Rockyford canta- 

 loupes and ten acres in cabbage. I had no 

 idea how many cabbage plants could be set 

 in ten acres of ground before. 



