264 MY FARM. 



" Pat, you may put up the horse ; I don't think 

 the gentleman wants him." 



" Look o' here, Squire ; ef you was to say 

 something like seventy, or seventy-live dollars, 

 now, there might be some use in talkin'." 



" Not one bit of use," (impatiently) turning on 

 my heel. 



" Say, Squire, ever had him to a plough ? " 



" Yes." 



" Work well ? " 



" Perfectly well." 



" Fractious any ? Them Kanucks is contrary crit- 

 ters when they've a mind to be." 



" He is quite gentle." 



" That's a good p'int ; but them that's worked till 

 they git quiet, kinder gits the spirit lost out on 'em 

 an't so brisk when you put 'em to a waggin. 

 Don't you find it so, Squire ? " 



" Not at all." 



" How old, Squire, did ye say he was ? " (looking 

 in his mouth again). 

 "Seven." 



" Well I guess he is ; a good many figgers nigh- 

 er that, than he is to tew any way." 



" Patrick, you had better put this horse up." 



" Hold on, Squire," and taking out his purse, he 

 counts out " seventy eighty, and a five, and two, 



