ly focussed. We haven't done it yet; but we will.
Buttrick and Rose will work it out. I wish to God I could throw
down my practical job and go at it with 'em. Darned if I couldn't
get it going! though _I_ say it, as shouldn't. And we are going
pretty soon to begin with the medical colleges; that, I think, is
good--very.

But the most efficient workmanlike piece of organization that my
mortal eyes have ever seen is Rose's hookworm worm work. We're
going soon to organize country life in a sanitary way, the county
health officer being the biggest man on the horizon. Stiles has
moved his marine hospital and his staff to Wilmington, North
Carolina, and he and the local health men are quietly going to make
New Hanover the model county for sanitary condition and efficiency.
You'll know what a vast revolution that denotes!--And Congress
seems likely to charter the big Rockefeller Foundation, which will
at once make five millions available for chasing the hookworm off
the face of the earth. Rose will spread himself over Honduras,
etc., etc., and China, and India! This does literally beat the
devil; for, if the hookworm isn't the devil, what is?

I'm going to farming. I've two brothers and two sons, all young and
strong, who believe in the game. We have land without end,
thousands of acres; engines to pull stumps, to plough, to plant, to
reap. The nigger go hang! A white boy with an engine can outdo a
dozen of 'em. Cotton and corn for staple crops; peaches, figs,
scuppernongs, vegetables, melons for incidental crops; God's good
air in North Carolina; good roads, too--why, man, Moore County has
authorized the laying out of a strip of land along all highways to
be planted in shrubbery and fruit trees and kept as a park, so that
you will motor for 100 miles through odorous bloom in spring!--I
mean I am going down there to-morrow for a month, one day for golf
at Pinehurst, the next day for clearing land with an oil
locomotive, ripping up stumps! Every day for life out-of-doors and
every night, too. I'm going to grow dasheens. You know what a
dasheen is? It's a Trinidad potato, which keeps and tastes like a
sweet potato stuffed with chestnuts. There are lots of things to
learn in this world.

God bless us all, old man. It's a pretty good world, whether see