Uncle took a root I dug to a store, and they told him that it wasn't much used any more, but they would give him fifty cents a pound for it.

What MAKES you think you can get five dollars ?" "With your permission," said the Harvester.
He seated himself on the log, drew from his pocket an old pamphlet, and spreading it before her, ran a pencil along the line of a list of schedule prices for common drug roots and herbs.

Because he understood, his eyes were very bright, and his voice a trifle crisp.

A latent anger springing in his breast was a good curb for his emotions.

He was closely acquainted with all of the druggists of Onabasha, and he knew that not one of them had offered less than standard prices for ginseng.
"The reason I think so," he said gently, "is because growing it is the largest part of my occupation, and it was a staple with my father before me.