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CHORE-BOYS — " THE BEAUTIFUL 

 NECESSITY " — THE STORY OF A PLOUGH 



Heriot Hylton-Cave received my decision con- 

 cerning his exit with philosophy, and frankly 

 acquiesced in the opinion that an experienced 

 chore-boy would be better for me, and a farmer of 

 experience better for him. He accepted the offer 

 of Danny McLeay, and arranged to go at the end 

 of the month. 



On April 20 the Hardwicks arrived. They were 

 a prepossessing pair of well-built, well-dressed, 

 manly, healthy Britons. Hating to abandon British 

 customs, and hating even more to cheapen the 

 privilege of the using of front names, I dis- 

 tinguished them as Hardwick major and minor on 

 the first evening my neighbour brought them 

 round to the cottage, which they pronounced to 

 be " not at all a bad show." 



It was not quite convenient for Hylton-Cave to 

 move on to his new job for a few days, so for a 

 time he and Hardwick worked together. With three 

 male beings to cater for I had to think quite seriously 

 about meals, but beyond this I had little trouble. 

 Hardwick major had put in more than a year 

 with a farmer who had made his pupils work. 

 He lit the fire, brought the water, milked quickly, 



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