200 IN THE GREEN LEAF 



will have the best produce, if they die for it ; 

 and this they certainly do, three or four at a 

 time. 



" How is this, then ? " I ask a man that I 

 met on a wide moor, driving a donkey before 

 him, on the border lands of Sussex and Surrey. 

 " Why, the place is bare ! " 



" Ah, I reckins 'tis jest that ; you've hit the 

 mark there ; the firs is cut, and the heth (heath), 

 an' the fuzzes (furze), an' the rest hev bin 

 burnt. Look at it, I be 'bliged to shift my 

 old moke about from place to place, an' peg 

 him down where a bit o' feed is left. You 

 don't see no bosses, nor yit cows nor sheep ; 

 you wunt no more, I reckins ; fur this 'ere 

 common moor is sold, an' they be goin' to 

 build houses. All this 'ere cover an' feed hev 

 bin ruinated, fur 'em to see where the best 

 places wuld be fur 'em to stick 'em up. They 

 hev started this 'ere job afore my reckonin'." 



The houses are not for the working classes, 

 any of them ; probably the lords of the manors 

 have let on the ninety-nine years' lease system ; 

 some of the structures that have been put up 

 will last about that time, if they are well looked 

 over at intervals. 



How it will all end, time will show. People 



