When all was ready, the farmer told them to bring the sailor along with them to his house, if they found that he was hurt so that he could not travel.
When they were seated in the wagon, and had fairly commenced their ride, Marco asked Forester, what he meant last evening by a _grass_ farm.

"You told me," said he, "that you wanted me to see a great grass farm." "Yes," replied Forester.

"The farms in this part of the United States may be called grass farms.

This is the grass country." "Isn't it all grass country ?" asked Marco.

"Grass grows everywhere." "Grass is not _cultivated_ everywhere so much as it is among the mountains, in the northern states," replied Forester.