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mill, and there came down in its wake my good 

 friend and neighbour John McLeay and his dog, 

 and in the wake of both my predecessor and my 

 brother. 



" My, but there's lots of wild oats in that seed, 

 Roddy ! " said John McLeay. 



" And is that the seed you'll be sowing ? " 

 demanded my predecessor with a hint of sarcasm. 

 " I guess it's only the English would sow good land 

 with wild oats." 



" Well, a Canadian raised it," retorted my 

 brother. 



" 'Twas so fine a crop as has ever been raised in 

 these parts. A few wild oats don't count in the 

 reaping," was the retort ; " but it's only a green- 

 horn would sow them ! " 



Wrath smouldered in my brother's eye, and I 

 dropped into the argument. 



" I don't know anything about wheat-raising," I 

 said. " But if it is folly to sow that seed, just let 

 us know a little more and advise me what seed to 

 sow and where I can get it." 



" I guess my own wheat is a lot cleaner than that," 

 said John McLeay. " I could smell the smut as I 

 came within five feet of the granary. I'm not saying 

 but I have a wild oat here and there, but I have not 

 got them near so bad as that." 



In the end I agreed to buy seed-wheat from John 

 McLeay, to be cleaned by my men in his own place 

 at a cent above market price. The wild oats had 

 seemingly neither discounted the weight nor lowered 

 the grade at the elevators, therefore I reckoned I 

 should only be a dollar out on the actual cost, plus 

 of course the cost of hauling. On the other hand. 



