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WHEN THE DREAM CAME TRUE.
At first the road lay between fertile farms dotted with shocked wheat, covered with undulant seas of ripening oats, and forests of growing corn.

The larks were trailing melody above the shorn and growing fields, the quail were ingathering beside the fences, and from the forests on graceful wings slipped the nighthawks and sailed and soared, dropping so low that the half moons formed by white spots on their spread wings showed plainly.
"Why is this country so different from the other side of the city ?" asked the Girl.
"It is older," replied the Harvester, "and it lies higher.

This was settled and well cultivated when that was a swamp.

But as a farming proposition, the money is in the lowland like your uncle's.