In Winter Quarters 



are not only the best farmers in the 

 world, but the best golfers. In fact, 

 they claim to have originated golf, as 

 well as Galloways. And speaking of 

 hanging up the hoe now and then, and 

 of the Scots and incidentally getting 

 back to our muttons in the interest 

 of a depleted vitality, I have now for 

 some few years past at intervals laid 

 aside the governor's implement of soil 

 culture, and its hexagonal No. 2 suc- 

 cessor bearing Eberhard Faber's 

 brand long enough to try to work 

 my passage, amidst many difficulties, 

 and with a different class of instru- 

 ments, around a quarter-section of roll- 

 ing grassland lying just in front of 

 Dumbiedykes. 



Long practice and a stroke easily 

 acquired when one starts early enough 

 in life, and follows the game up con- 

 tinuously for a number of years, had 

 once made a country-bred lad fairly 

 expert in destroying rag-weeds and 

 cockleburs with one clean-cut swing of 

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