The little trees may have cost two shillings more, if taken from another estate.

The donkey's day was worth sixpence.

O, wooden-shoed Ptolemies! what a day's work was that for the world! They thought nothing of it--nothing more than they would of transplanting sixty cabbages.

They most likely did the same thing the next day, and for most of the days of that year, and of the next year, until all these undulating acres were planted with trees of every kind that could grow in these latitudes.

How cheap, but priceless, is the gift of such trees to mankind! What a wealth, what a glory of them can even a poor, laboring man give to a coming generation! They are the most generous crops ever sown by human hands.