"But somewhere on this land I've been able to find muck for mallows, water for flags and willows, shade for ferns, lilies, and ginseng, rocky, sunny spaces for mullein, and open, fertile beds for Bouncing Bet----just for examples.

God never evolved a place better suited for an herb farm; from woods to water and all that goes between, it is perfect." "And indescribably lovely," added the Girl.
"Yes, I think it is," said the Harvester.

"But in the days when I didn't know how it was coming out, I was sensitive about it; so I kept quiet and worked, and allowed the other fellow to do the talking.

After a while the ginseng bed grew a treasure worth guarding, and I didn't care for any one to know how much I had or where it was, as a matter of precaution.

Ginseng and money are synonymous, and I was forced to be away some of the time." "Would any one take it ?" "Certainly!" said the Harvester.