no myth--this is a practical proposition.
I was practically bankrupt when I went there. It is paying now in a
small way, and will pay more later on, and I am going to leave it to my
children as one of the safest and sanest investments that I could leave
them, and I want to say, ladies and gentlemen, that the consciousness of
possessing something of that sort, which can't be stolen, can't run
away, is another inter-crop that is grown among those trees.
I sometimes tell a story of a little two-horse farm down in the South. I
drove fourteen miles out into the wilderness to find some seed nuts to
plant this nursery with years ago. I found there an old home which was
the central home of a large plantation in days gone by, and there were
half a dozen--perhaps seven or eight--magnificent, great pecan trees
about the lot, and a vegetable garden at the back of the home. Those
trees were loaded with nuts. There was a young man there--one of the
most pitiful things that I ever saw in my life--a fine young
man--magnificent character, and recently married, making his home in
this old tumble-down house, making his start in the world there. He
didn't own this land--rented this fifty or sixty acres of open land, and
these trees went with the two-horse farm. I said, "My friend, you must
receive quite a little income from those nuts." "Yes," he said, "I sell
the nuts from those trees every year, for more money than I make from
the two-horse farm."
I heard of another case down in north Florida where two girls were left
absolutely dependent upon their own exertions, and they were girls who
had been reared, as some of the Southern ladies have been reared, to be
dependent on others. They didn't know how to go and fight the world for
a place. They were a little too far along, perhaps, to take up that sort
of battle. There were two pecan trees in front of that old homestead,
and the old homestead was all that was left of the family fortune. It
was furnished, had a cow in the back yard, and a garden, and a few
Scuppernong grape vines. These two pecan trees in the front yard gave
those two women approximately three hundred dollars worth of nuts per
annum. They were magnificent, great, big pecan trees, and they lived
from them the balance of their lives practically, with the help of the
other things I have mentioned.
Inter-crops are nothing more nor less than the evidences of the master
mind directing the problem of handling the soil in whic
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