THE ROMANCE OF THE WHEAT KERNEL 



"'XXTJiO said it was time to get up? What 's all 

 this disturbance about, anyway?" angrily 

 exclaimed Wheat Kernel one cold morning in Feb- 

 ruary, as he slid down the side of Farmer Good's 

 big wheat bin. 



He had been placed there last August, during the 

 threshing season on the big farm, had been sound 

 asleep all winter, and this morning had been rudely 

 awakened by the men as they started to reclean the 

 wheat for seeding purposes. He was thrown into 

 the fanning mill, dropped through two screens and 

 over another, and, after getting a blast of air for the 

 finishing touch, he found himself with the other 

 high-class plump kernels scattered over the barn 

 floor. The trash, dirt, weed seeds, and broken 

 kernels had aU been removed, until nothing but the 

 very elect remained. These were then sprayed with 

 a solution of one pound of forty per cent formalin 

 to fifty gallons of water, for the purpose of killing 

 the smut spores which might remain on the kernels. 

 After drying thoroughly, the wheat was then loaded 



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