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is the great point. You must come and see it 

 done.' 



* I should like it better for light soils. I doubt 

 its answering so well on this kind,' said Mr. Green- 

 ing, thoughtfully, and poking his stout stick under a 

 turnip which rose very slowly and reluctantly out of 

 its bed. e What is to be done, Sir, with these Clay 

 Siles ! I like 'em I own I like the strong sile 

 best but what's the use o' liking what don't pay ? 

 The labour's double : everything's double expense 

 on 'em, and the time less to do it in : for drain 'em 

 how you 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, Green- 

 ing ! 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, mean- 

 while, 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 



