I will only say what I saw with my own eyes and heard with my own ears.

Here, I repeat, was a large field of heavy grain, ready for harvest.

The head and berry were _barley_, and the stalk and leaves were _oat_! Here, certainly, is a mystery.

The barley sown on this field was the first-born offspring of oats.

And the whole process by which this wonderful transformation is wrought, is simply this, and nothing more:--The oats are sown about the last week in June; and, before coming into ear, they are cut down within one inch and a half of the ground.
This operation is repeated a second time.