And I'd have given you the best class of readers that ever an agricultural paper had--not a farmer in it, nor a solitary individual who could tell a watermelon-tree from a peach-vine to save his life.

You are the loser by this rupture, not me, Pie-plant.
Adios." I then left.
THE PETRIFIED MAN Now, to show how really hard it is to foist a moral or a truth upon an unsuspecting public through a burlesque without entirely and absurdly missing one's mark, I will here set down two experiences of my own in this thing.

In the fall of 1862, in Nevada and California, the people got to running wild about extraordinary petrifactions and other natural marvels.

One could scarcely pick up a paper without finding in it one or two glorified discoveries of this kind.

The mania was becoming a little ridiculous.