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from the very sight of a man who looks at nothing 

 but the Wheat stubbles. I'd as soon ride this mare 

 straight into the knacker's yard " 



< Lor' blesh ye, Sir ! ' 



* Well you understand me ; it's but a young 

 one, certainly, for that last journey ; but I should 

 feel less sin or shame in that, than in letting a farm 

 to a man who looks at the stubbles first, and the 

 Turnip-fields afterwards, or not at all. The knacker 

 has an eye for horseflesh' 



' For the dogs '- 



' Exactly ! and so have some men for a farm. It 

 does seem to me strange that all these Corn-law 

 pamphlet-writers and law-makers should have omit- 

 ted this but I forgot I am afraid you and I are 

 not quite on the same bench in that question.' 



f Ah ! don't'e say so ! I should like, uncommon, to 

 have a bit of talk with you, though, about that It 



beats me entirely when I hear tell that you ar'nt 



that you go with them there Free-Tra 



' Take care ! take care ! ' said the other, turning 

 quickly in his saddle, as the fore-horse of a wagon- 

 team turned suddenly at full trot down hill from 

 a side lane into the high-road, grazing Mr. Green- 

 ing's unspurred foot with the point of the leader's 



