A JOURNEY TO NATURE 



&quot;Only a sawmill. Runnin fire-wood now. 

 Jedge Dutcher s farm s about three miles west 

 there s nothin between him an me cept the saw 

 mill. Milligan s Corner s two miles beyond.&quot; 



&quot; Do you feel able to do five miles more ? &quot; 

 asked the undiminished Doctor. 



At this the young woman spoke up. &quot; Why 

 don t you ask the gentlemen to stop with us, 

 Dad that s what they re fishin for. We can 

 spare em some grub.&quot; 



&quot; The team ll be along in a minute or two,&quot; 

 said the old man. &quot; If you ve a mind to go back 

 with us, we can feed yer.&quot; 



Then the three of them fell to digging again 

 without any further reference to us. The Doctor 

 picked up one of the potatoes. It was as big as 

 his two fists. While we were making compli 

 mentary remarks that did not call for any inter 

 ruption of the work, a farm wagon, drawn by 

 two lusty horses and driven by a boy, came up. 

 This was the signal to stop, and immediately the 

 labourers seemed to recover their humanity. The 

 girl shook the soil off her heavy skirt, threw her 

 hoe into the wagon, and entered at once into 

 conversation with us, while the men lifted a few 

 of the filled bags into the wagon. She was a slim, 

 but nervy damsel, with a very red face, and a pair 

 of bright eyes. She stepped over the furrows 

 with a vigorous and easy grace that surprised 

 me. 



&quot; It s pretty hard work on a woman,&quot; she said; 

 &quot;but our hired man had his two fingers cut off in 



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