The Farmer a True Autochthon. 131 



to have. Drot these here frosty mornings ! a-cutting 

 up every thing. There '11 be another rate out soon, 

 a' reckon. Us had better give up this here trade, 

 neighbor ! ' 



And so on for a thousand and one grumbles, fitting 

 into every possible condition of things, which must 

 not, however, be taken too seriously ; for of all other 

 men the farmer is the most deeply attached to the 

 labor by which he lives, and loves the earth on which 

 he walks like a true autochthon. He will not leave 

 it unless he is suflering severely. 



