You have raised no crop this year; and what you really want is to sell the land, get the money and spend it.
Part with the land you have, and, my life upon it, you will never after own a spot big enough to bury you in.

Half of what you will get for the land you will spend in moving to Missouri, and the other half you will eat and drink and wear out, and no foot of land will be bought.

Now, I feel it is my duty to have no hand in such a piece of foolery.

I feel that it is so even on your own account, and particularly on mother's account.

The eastern forty acres I intend to keep for mother while she lives; if you will not cultivate it, it will rent for enough to support her; at least, it will rent for something.