that, but I wish you could understand how I feel. Power!
I am the head-waters of Niagara! I could pluck down
the stars and set them in different places! I could twist
the tail from the comet! I could twirl the globe on my
palm and topple mountains and wipe lakes from
the surface! I am a live man, Betsy. Existence is over.
So don't you go at any tricks or I might pull off your
head. Betsy, if you see the tallest girl you ever saw,
and she wears a dark diadem, and has big black eyes and
a face so lovely it blinds you, why you have seen Her, and
you balk, right on the spot, and stand like the rock of
Gibraltar, until you make me see her, too. As if I wouldn't
know she was coming a mile away! There's more I
could tell you, but that is my secret, and it's too precious
to talk about, even to my best friends. Bel, bring Betsy
to the store-room.''

The Harvester tossed the hitching strap to the dog and
walked down the driveway to a low structure built on
the embankment beside the lake. One end of it was a
dry-house of his own construction. Here, by an arrangement
of hot water pipes, he evaporated many of the barks,
roots, seeds, and leaves he grew to supply large concerns
engaged in the manufacture of drugs. By his process
crude stock was thoroughly cured, yet did not lose in
weight and colour as when dried in the sun or outdoor
shade.

So the Harvester was enabled to send his customers
big packages of brightly coloured raw material, and the