100 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



at his crop ; and he found the entire ground 

 covered with a thick and luxurious carpet of 

 " pusley," with a turnip-top worked in here 

 and there as an ornament. I have seldom 

 seen so thrifty a field. I advised my neigh- 

 bor next time to sow " pusley ; " and then 

 he might get a few turnips. I wish there 

 was more demand in our city markets for 

 " pusley " as a salad. I can recommend it. 



It does not take a great man to soon dis- 

 cover that, in raising anything, the greater 

 part of the plants goes into stalk and leaf, 

 and the fruit is a most inconsiderable por- 

 tion. I plant and hoe a hill of corn : it 

 grows green and stout, and waves its broad 

 leaves high in the air, and is months in per- 

 fecting itself, and then yields us not enough 

 for a dinner. It grows because it delights 

 to do so, to take the juices out of my 

 ground, to absorb my fertilizers, to wax lux- 

 uriant, and disport itself in the summer air, 

 and with very little thought of making any 

 return to me. I might go all through my 

 garden and fruit-trees with a similar result 



