A Farmer’s Life 
* blole rs? 
“Yes, the butcher. He came out to ’em, and 
he never went in again. He fell down dead on 
the doorstep.” 
“ Apoplexy ?”’ 
“Yes; and his getting into such a temper, 
don’t you see.”” Mr. Smith rose to his tottering 
feet, preparing to hang up the milking stool, and 
added, with a little explosion of laughter, “* But 
the best of it was, that ’twasn’t for him they were 
rough-musicking atall. ’Twashisforeman. But 
he took the matter up; and he was in a passion, 
by all accounts! ‘There, poor old feller, it killed 
him.” 
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