"You give Magnus Derrick my compliments and tell him he's a fool." "What do you mean ?" "I suppose Derrick thinks he's still running his mine, and that the same principles will apply to getting grain out of the earth as to getting gold.

Oh, let him go on and see where he brings up.

That's right, there's your Western farmer," he exclaimed contemptuously.

"Get the guts out of your land; work it to death; never give it a rest.

Never alternate your crop, and then when your soil is exhausted, sit down and roar about hard times." "I suppose Magnus thinks the land has had rest enough these last two dry seasons," observed Presley.