Do you know where the ploughing is to be done ?" "Oh, yaas'm," said Uncle Isham, "dar ain't on'y one place fur dat.

It's de clober fiel', ober dar, on de udder side ob de gyarden." "And what is to be planted in it ?" asked Mrs Null.
"Ob course dey's gwine to plough for wheat," answered Uncle Isham, a little surprised at the question.
"I don't altogether like that," said Mrs Null, her brows slightly contracting.

"I've read a great deal about the foolishness of Southern people planting wheat.

They can't compete with the great wheat farms of the West, which sometimes cover a whole county, and, of course, having so much, they can afford to sell it a great deal cheaper than you can here.

And yet you go on, year after year, paying every cent you can rake and scrape for fertilizing drugs, and getting about a teacupful of wheat,--that is, proportionately speaking.