WHY NOT PLANT A GOOD SEED? 
In the month of May, 1872, in a little New England town, I 
held in my hand one seed, ten of which were not as large as an 
ordinary pin head. From this tiny seed the "Burbank" Potato 
came. More than five 
hundred million bushels 
of this potato have been 
raised during the past 
forty years; enough to 
make one million six 
hundred and sixty 
thousand carloads, 
which would make 
up a solid train of 
potatoes to reach 
more than half around 
this planet. 
During the past few 
years I have produced 
and introduced 
one hundred plants 
as valuable, but 
as yet less well known 
than this potato 
and have hundreds 
yet to introduce 
as priceless in value. 
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I "The mills of the gods grind slow, 
but exceeding fine. " 
