Threshing 



present case, though the farmer was a bachelor, 

 the wife of a neighbour was on hand, and when 

 dinner-time came we were all ready and able 

 to do justice to the excellent meal she had 

 prepared. 



There is something about one of these thresh- 

 ing meals that reminds one of the old harvest- 

 home suppers that used to be held in many a 

 farmhouse kitchen in the old days in far-away 

 Britain, but here, in place of the typical Anglo- 

 Saxon, are often to be found men of various races. 

 In this case there were Britons, Americans, a 

 French-Canadian, two Galicians, a Russian, and 

 a German. 



In place, too, of the centuries-old kitchen was 

 a little shack, into the living-room of which we 

 could just crowd and sit on boxes, or even a 

 bucket upside down, round a table added to by 

 a couple of rough planks. 



When it is remembered that on a Canadian 

 farm meat in some form is usually served three 

 times a day, the large amount that can be put 

 away during a few days' visit by a gang of 

 hungry thresher-men can be imagined. It is, 

 of course, common for farmers to kill their own 

 pork or beef for such occasions. 



After the meal, work soon began again, and 

 before long we had to move the outfit, having 



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