OR, WITH BRAINS, SIR. 327 



" Wait a moment, doctor. Let me ' read a few pages 

 more. Next we planted a half acre of ' Early Flat Dutch 

 Turnips.' We laid out the money on the land in the form of 

 manure ' at a fearful rate,' and the result was, to those who 

 had to pull and tie them for market, simply ' fearful.' I 

 never saw so many turnips in my life. There were upwards 

 of thirty-five thousand roots. They brought us an average 

 price of three quarters of a cent apiece, which amounted in 

 the aggregate to two hundred and seventy dollars." 



"Only three quarters of a cent?" said Mrs. Doctor, 

 " Why, we have to pay a shilling a bunch in town, which 

 would be four cents apiece. Somebody must make a profit 

 out of it, if you don't." 



" Yes," said my husband, " the jobbers and retailers do 

 make a large profit out of it ; but then they have all the risk 

 and we have none. We sell at once, and for cash, whereas 

 they have to run all the risk of finding purchasers, or having 

 the goods spoil on their hands. The price paid to the 

 grower seems small, but he is insured, and the insurance is 

 worth something." 



" Insurance is worth a great deal," said the doctor. 



"Then we attempted to grow an acre of Tennisball and 

 Curled Silesia Lettuce, but could not compass it. We only 

 had thirteen thousand heads in all. We received four cents 

 a head for the first thousand, which amounted to forty dol- 



