264 MY FARM. 



&quot; Pat, you may put up the horse ; I don t think 

 the gentleman wants him.&quot; 



&quot; Look o here, Squire ; ef you was to say 

 something like seventy, or seventy-five dollars, 

 now, there might be some use in talkin .&quot; 



&quot; Not one bit of use,&quot; (impatiently) turning on 

 my heel. 



&quot; Say, Squire, ever had him to a plough ? &quot; 



&quot; Yes.&quot; 



&quot; Work well ? &quot; 



&quot; Perfectly well.&quot; 



&quot; Fractious any ? Them Kanucks is contrary crit 

 ters when they ve a mind to be.&quot; 



&quot; He is quite gentle.&quot; 



&quot; That s a good p int ; but them that s worked til] 

 they git quiet, kinder gits the spirit lost out on em 

 an t so brisk when you put em to a waggin. 

 Don t you find it so, Squire ? &quot; 



&quot; Not at all.&quot; 



&quot; How old, Squire, did ye say he was ? &quot; (looking 

 in his mouth again). 



&quot; Seven.&quot; 



&quot; Well I guess he is ; a good many figgers nigh- 

 er that, than he is to tew any way.&quot; 



&quot; Patrick, you had better put this horse up.&quot; 



&quot; Hold on, Squire,&quot; and taking out his purse, he 

 counts out &quot; seventy eighty, and a five, and two, 



