NEWSTYLE AND OLDSTYLE 



A snortin' fire and smoke out ? — be it some big 



Roosian gun ? 

 Or be it twenty bullocks squz together into one ? " 



VIII 



" My steam Factotum that, sir, doing all I have to 



do— 

 My ploughman, and my reaper, and my jolly 



thrasher, too ; 

 Steam's yet but in its infancy, no mortal man alive 

 Can tell to what perfection modern farming will 



arrive." 



IX 



" Steam, as yet, is but an infant " — He had scarcely 



said the word 

 When through the tottering farmstead was a loud 



explosion heard ; 

 The engine dealing death around, destruction and 



dismay ; 

 Though steam be but an infant, this indeed was no 



child's play. 



X 



The women scream'd like blazes as the blazing hay- 

 rick burn'd. 



The sucking pigs were in a crack all into crackling 

 turn'd ; 



Grill'd chickens clog the hen-coop, roasted ducklings 

 choke the gutter. 



And turkeys round the poultry-yard on devil'd 

 pinions flutter. 



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