He noticed the beautiful lobed leaves, at which the rabbits had been nibbling, and the heads of lustrous purple-black berries as he began digging the roots that he sold for stimulants.
"I might have needed a dose of you now myself," the Harvester addressed a heap of uprooted plants, "if the electric wires hadn't brought me a better.

Great invention that! Never before realized it fully! I thought to-day would be black as night, but that message changes the complexion of affairs mightily.

So I'll dig you for people who really are in need of something to brace them up." After the sarsaparilla was on the trays, he attacked the beds of Indian hemp, with its long graceful pods, and took his usual supply.

Then he worked diligently on the warm hillside over the dandelion.

When these were finished he brought half a dozen young men from the city and drilled them on handling ginseng.