Several days were required to harvest the mullein and during the time the man worked with nimble fingers, while his brain was intensely occupied with the question of what to do next in his search for the Girl.
When the work was finished, he went to the deep wood to take a peep at acres of thrifty ginseng, and he was satisfied as he surveyed the big bed.

Long years he had laboured diligently; soon came the reward.

He had not realized it before, but as he studied the situation he saw that he either must begin this harvest at once or employ help.

If he waited until September he could not gather one third of the crop alone.
"But the roots will weigh less if I take them now," he argued, "and I can work at nothing in comfort until I have located her.

I will go on with my search and allow the ginseng to grow that much heavier.