But he didn't have money to pay his tuition. To earn money he found a job teaching. In those years you just needed a towns approval to be a teacher. To prepare himself for Yale Eli took classes at an academy nearby. Eli Whitney graduated from Yale three years later. To earn income Whitney tutored the children of a school in South Carolina named Major DuPont. Whitney arrived in South Carolina and found out his salary was cut in half. Eli was discussed and and quit teaching. Mrs. Greene (the woman in the boat with him) invited Whitney to come with her to her Mulberry Grove. Whitney agreed to go and decided to stay for a while. Shortly after Whitney settled in, some neighbors dropped in and started talking about how bad times were; they couldn't make money with their crops; the only variety of Cotten that would grow in their area would be the awful green-seed kind which takes a lot of time separating the seed. In the book it states that, "One planter grumbled that, the green-seed Cotten wasn't much better than a useless weed; if only some kind of machine could be invented and do the work for
But he didn't have money to pay his tuition. To earn money he found a job teaching. In those years you just needed a towns approval to be a teacher. To prepare himself for Yale Eli took classes at an academy nearby. Eli Whitney graduated from Yale three years later. To earn income Whitney tutored the children of a school in South Carolina named Major DuPont. Whitney arrived in South Carolina and found out his salary was cut in half. Eli was discussed and and quit teaching. Mrs. Greene (the woman in the boat with him) invited Whitney to come with her to her Mulberry Grove. Whitney agreed to go and decided to stay for a while. Shortly after Whitney settled in, some neighbors dropped in and started talking about how bad times were; they couldn't make money with their crops; the only variety of Cotten that would grow in their area would be the awful green-seed kind which takes a lot of time separating the seed. In the book it states that, "One planter grumbled that, the green-seed Cotten wasn't much better than a useless weed; if only some kind of machine could be invented and do the work for