"No, sir," said the starting judge of races. "Up here in Putnam County we get it right out of the air. That's what green fertilizer does--just brings it right out of the air." And he reached up and clutched something, as if he was going to bring some down himself and show it to me. Instead, he let the gas drift away and pointed to a farm just across the road from the post-office. "Do you see that farm over there?" I nodded. "Well, that man took my advice and he got 440 bushels of potatoes on two acres." I tried to think just how far 440 bushels of potatoes might stretch if French fried and placed end to end. It was beyond me. "That's a lot of potatoes," I murmured. "I'll say it is," answered Mr. Sweetser. "You know what potatoes were selling for last year?" he said aggressively. "Not last year," I answered. "Well, they were selling for $1.50 a bushel. I told that man over there to hold off a bit, but he didn't take my advice, and later on they sold for $2. It wasn't such bad business, either, at $1.50. Do you know how much 440 bushels at $1.50 are?" I could do that one, and after awhile I said "$660." "Yes, sir," said Mr. Sweetser. "And this farm I got for sale is eighty-five acres. Now, suppose you put all that in potatoes. How much could you get?" "It would be a lot of money," I said, after a vain attempt to work it out in my head. "Not that I'd advise you to put it all in potatoes. There's cows and corn and berries and pigs. This is lovely country for pigs. You certainly owe it to yourself to have pigs. If I was a young man I'd just do nothing but pigs. And there's alfalfa. You can cut that three times a year, and you get about five tons to the acre. There was a man on a place right next to mine that put four and a half acres into corn and he got $349.70 for it." "How's the house?" I interrupted. "Oh, don't you bother about the house," said Mr. Sweetser. "It's comfortable. That's what I'd call it--comfortable. And I allus say you're not buying houses; they don't count for nothing in the long run; you're buying land. Even if that was an elegant house, you'd want to fix it up some way to suit yourself, wouldn't you? I'd like to show you the place this afternoon. There's good corn, and I know you'd enjoy seeing the rye and the pigs. But, you see, I'm kinder pressed for time. I'm superintendent of a big place around here, and I got to look at that, and later on this afternoon I have to register the alien enemies--the women, you know--and to-night there's a meeting of the draft board. I guess I've told you enough, though, about what kind of land it is around here. Just look at this piece right here." He led the way across the road. "You wouldn't find finer soil than that if you was to drive all afternoon. Just look at it." And he kicked some of the rocks away so that I could get a closer view.