The seasons were good, the crops large and superabundant.

Men's minds were full of confidence, they bought freely, and were launching out in all directions.
They wanted good shorthorn cattle--he sold them cattle; they wanted sheep--he sold them sheep.

They wanted wheat, and he sold them the standing crops, took the money, and so cleared his profit and saved himself trouble.

It was, in fact, a period of inflation.

Like stocks and shares, everything was going up; everybody hastening to get rich.
Shorthorns with a strain of blue blood fetched fancy prices; corn crops ruled high; every single thing sold well.