. Review of reviews and world's work. taken up in contemplation of thehouse. The lot had no possibilities. In the second, it was dug up. A few potato-vines wereplanted, perhaps a peach-tree. There were thepreliminary signs of a fence.. In the third, un-der the stimulus of a price offered by the man-agement, a garden was evolved, with, necessarily,a fence. At this point the potato became sud-denly an element. It had fed the family thewinter before without other outlay than a littlescratching of the ground. Its possibilities loomedlarge. The garden became a farm on a smallscale. Its owner applie

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. Review of reviews and world's work. taken up in contemplation of thehouse. The lot had no possibilities. In the second, it was dug up. A few potato-vines wereplanted, perhaps a peach-tree. There were thepreliminary signs of a fence.. In the third, un-der the stimulus of a price offered by the man-agement, a garden was evolved, with, necessarily, a fence. At this point the potato became sud-denly an element. It had fed the family thewinter before without other outlay than a littlescratching of the ground. Its possibilities loomedlarge. The garden became a farm on a smallscale. Its owner applied for more land and gotit. That was the very purpose of the colony. A woman, with a strong face and shrewd, brown eyes, rose from an onion-bed she had beenweeding to open the gate. Come in, she said, «and be welcome.Upon a wall of the best room hung a picture ofMichael Bakounine, the nihilist. I found it inthese colonies everywhere side by side withWashingtons, Lincolns, and Baron de Hirschs.Mrs. Breslow and her husband left home for. TYPICAL FARMING FAMILY. cause. He was a carpenter. Nine months theystarved in a Forsyth-Street tenement, paying $15a montli for three rooms. Jhis cottage is theirown. They have paid for it ($800) since theycame out with the first settlers. The lot wasgiven to them, but tliey bought tlie adjoiningone to raise truck in. Gott sei dank, says the woman, with shin-ing eyes, < we owe nothing and pay no rent, andare never more hungry. Down the street a little way is the cottage ofone who received the first prize for her gardenlast year. Fragrant box hedges in tlie plot. A 692 THE AMERICAN MONTHLY REVIEW OF REVIEWS. cow with crumpled horn stands munching corn-cobs at the barn. Four hens are sitting in asmany barrels, eying the stranger with half-anx-ious, half-hostile looks. A topknot, tied by theleg to the fence, struggles madly to escape. Thechildren bring dandelions and clover to soothe itscaptivity. The shadows lengthen. The shop gives up itsworkers