I'm goin' out again to-morrow, down the other road." But he didn't.

Mr.Butterwick discharged him that night.

He was too enthusiastic for a gardener, and Mr.Butterwick thought that life might open out to him a brighter and more beautiful vista in some other capacity.
Subsequently, Mr.Butterwick concluded to attend to his garden himself, and early in the spring he received from the Congressman of our district a choice lot of assorted seeds brought from California by the Agricultural Department.

There were more than he wanted, so he gave a quantity of sugar-beet and onion seeds to Mr.Potts, and some turnip and radish seeds to Colonel Coffin; then he planted the remainder, consisting of turnip, cabbage, celery and beet seeds, in his own garden.
When the plants began to come up, he thought they looked kind of queer, but he waited until they grew larger, and then, as he felt certain something was wrong, he sent for a professional gardener to make an examination.
"Mr.Hoops," he said, "cast your eye over those turnips and tell me what you think is the matter with them." "Turnip!" exclaimed Hoops.

"Turnip! Why, bless your soul, man! that's not turnip.