UNCLE IN ENGLAND. 69 



All the farmers in this neighbourhood have 

 finished their harvest ; and my uncle took me 

 again to Farmer Moreland's, that I might see the 

 whole of the process. The stacks, I see, are placed 

 on stands, supported by stone pillars, with a pro- 

 jecting cap of flag-stone, so that the corn has a 

 free passage of air underneath, and is out ot the 

 reach of rats. 



Farmer Moreland is one of the most comfort- 

 able farmers in this part of the country ; and, 

 being an old, experienced man, and very much 

 respected, he seems to be considered at the head 

 of the yeomanry. 



Every year, when his great harvest is well 

 secured in his farmyard, he gives a feast to all 

 his labourers and the neighbouring farmers ; and, 

 when he saw that we were so much interested, 

 he very civilly said to my uncle, " If so be the 

 young ladies would like it, and if you have no 

 objection to a little mirth or so, they shall be 

 heartily welcome to see my harvest home, on 

 Saturday, at three o'clock." 



We were all delighted to go, and have had a 

 lovely day for it. We walked through the little 

 beech-grove and the pretty fields to the farmer's ; 

 we found all his labourers and their families 

 assembled, dressed in their Sunday clothes. The 

 farmers' wives and daughters amused me by the 

 varieties in their dress ; some in fine flourishing 



