LUTHER BURBANK 



a novelty as a potato grown from seed would be 

 like. 



Interesting developments were expected, but no 

 one could have any very clear idea as to what 

 these developments might be. But I certainly had 

 not expected so remarkable an exhibition as that 

 which met my eyes, when, late in the fall, the day 

 came for digging the potatoes, and each hill in 

 turn was carefully spaded and made to reveal its 

 treasure. 



For as we went down the row, spading up one 

 potato hill after another, we found in each suc- 

 cessive hill a different type of tubers. One Mil 

 would show small potatoes of curious shapes; 

 another hill, larger potatoes with deepset eyes; yet 

 another, potatoes red in color, or with rough skins, 

 or knotted and covered with bulbous tumors. 



But there were two vines that bore tubers that 

 were instantly seen to be quite in a class by 

 themselves. 



These were very large, smooth, white potatoes, 

 excelling in all respects any vegetables of their 

 kind that I had ever seen. 



The product of all the other vines but these 

 two could be at once discarded. At best they only 

 equaled the average potatoes of the early rose 

 stock from which they sprang. But the two ex- 

 ceptional vines bore tubers that quite outrivaled 



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