In details there is a Depression Folktale and riddle. Can you solve the riddle & add

Terry

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another from the same era? In the Snake River Valley of Idaho lives an old-timer who is known as Old Jim. Jim comes to town now and then and boasts of the fertility of his land, but complains that he is unable to market the stuff. He grew pumpkins, that were so large he could not get them on to a wagon. So he then turned to potatoes.

When, two years ago, a CCC camp was established nearby, Old Jim was approached by a man who wanted to buy a hundred pounds of spuds. "Only a hundred pounds?" he asked, scratching his pate. No, I just can't do it.
 
i would like to take a guess at this one but im not quite sure are his potatoes more than a hundred pounds?

heres a good one:
I talk, but I do not speak my mind
I hear words, but I do not listen to thoughts
When I wake, all see me
When I sleep, all hear me
Many heads are on my shoulders
Many hands are at my feet
The strongest steel cannot break my visage
But the softest whisper can destroy me
 
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