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in the morning before the crowd of buyers 
has assembled, else, jostled by the throng, 
he will find himself in a position analogous 
to that of the hero in " Yankee Doodle " who 
" could not see the town there were so many 
houses." 
One cannot see the market there are so 
many people. When seen in the autumn it 
consists of many waggons bearing loads of 
bloomy cabbages, yellow shining pumpkins, 
brown-skinned potatoes, red beets, yellow car- 
rots, and other cheery-looking vegetables, 
backed up against the curbstone. 
What is there about newly gathered vege- 
tables that makes one always want to stop and 
look ? It is something besides their bright 
colours and their picturesque effect. It is faint 
memories of happy childhood hours spent on the 
farm, and beyond that it is the love — latent or 
active — in every heart, for mother earth, from 
whose bosom come these gifts. 
The waggons and their loads were the best 
part of the show. Far outnumbering them 
were the men, women, and boys, chiefly women, 
who stood or sat on the curbstones surrounded 
by baskets of things to sell — or there might 
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