JUNE RAINS— HAYING— HARVEST 197 



His wheat-fields were two hundred acres and even 

 more in extent and as even as a lawn, and his house 

 was the pleasantest villa that I can think of on the 

 land in Canada, with a cement cellar and bathroom 

 and every convenience under the sun. His barn and 

 stables, too, were great, and the little block of build- 

 ings was set on the side of a big, beautiful gully 

 which on the other side stretched away over miles 

 and miles of wheat land. 



Mr. Grigg had then been farming in the North- 

 West for over twelve years, and he had very little 

 to learn when he came up from the east. I admired 

 his farm more than I can say, and so did my brother, 

 who occasionally made of it a channel through 

 which to talk at me of the relation of admirable 

 method to excellent result. 



I thought I let my brother down very gently. 

 I had taken quite easily to the habit of rising with 

 the sun, sometimes even at dawn, and I took him 

 tea and that kind of thing before I even mentioned 

 the time. When my brother Lai had brought me 

 tea in the morning I had felt that I had no claim 

 to a single growl throughout the day. The fact is, 

 new-comers make rather a mistake charging every- 

 thing as though it were easy, then they hate it 

 when they find it isn't. For instance, my newly 

 arrived brother said, *' I have never milked, but of 

 course I can milk. Give me the pail." 



" The hard cow is rather a test," I warned him. 



" Well, if you can milk her, I suppose / can," he 

 said with dignity. How he grew to loathe and 

 detest that cow, and the curses he wasted on her ! 

 But the worst of it was I didn't know much about 

 the laws that govern the generation of stock, and 



