92 A COUNTRY WALK. 



have about having a fresh start, and sharing 

 all things alike, and so on. Among these 

 talkers, I once knew a shoemaker and tailor. 

 They'd sit so long at the same stitch, stitch, 

 that their thinking went in one rut too, and 

 that always was, that if they weren't so well 

 off as other people, it was every body's fault 

 but their own ; and to this they'd stick, no- 

 thing would turn them. These two always 

 lost Monday, keeping away from their wives 

 and homes, and going any where but where 

 they should be, and minding every thing but 

 their proper business. I once saw them 

 basted with their own sauce, and it'll be 

 long before they forget it, I warrant. A 

 gentleman farmer, by bad management, had 

 got under the drip, and had to be sold up 

 root and branch. I had to go to the sale to 

 buy a few things for the squire, and my bro- 

 ther-gardener and best friend, Mac Pherson, 

 had to go too, to get a cow for his master. 

 It was fine May weather, .and we walked up 

 to Knip Knolls, that we might look at the 

 country and crops ; and to my thinking 

 there's no greater treat than a stroll thro' 

 rich lands and good farming. Our walk 

 made us peckish, and we went to a road-side 



