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will, you can not make winter work on 'em, as you can 

 upon the light. Now don't you confess that ?" 



" Ah : thereby hangs a long tale ! Chemistry on 

 the Light soils Mechanics on the Clays ! When 

 will that great ' Chapter the Second ' begin to open ? 

 We haven't quite found out everything yet, Greening ! 

 There's something to come, I suspect, upon the Clays, 

 that will startle you and me wise as we are some 

 day. " A thing to dream of not to tell." But come 

 you must put the Beans, meanwhile, against the 

 Barley." 



"Well, that's true: but that won't match it, I'm 

 afeared; not by a great deal. Here's Wheat now 

 down at five-and-thirty ! Egad, I can't give it away ! 

 and I remember my poor old father, and that's five- 

 and-twenty year ago, in the Avar-time, as the bushel 

 o' Wheat dropped into the sack, saying to me, 

 ' There's a guinea, Ben!' and ' There's another!' as 

 the next fell in ; and so it went on. That was farm- 

 ing, that was ! I'm blest if I don't think they got 

 their own price, and ours along .'" 



"You've hit the very truth, I do believe: they 

 forgot to take their share of the per contra, when the 

 war was over. They made A WILL, bequeathing that 

 to us ; for that, I imagine, will be the end of it." 



