He tied string around the holes. Another had. the habit of muttering to himself "Get thee behind. no Satan". 1 aslcea. him once what he said that . tor, and he said. he was speaking to certain craving within him that were ttgmai: striving to force him back to the ‘boom. We had one boy, whose voice was like 9. silver hell. we could hear him singing in the fields all the way across the prairie to the house. Sound carries far

in still air that. £nm&h¢

I think perhaps city people are too pzvflns to Judge a-men by the out oi’ his coat. the angle of his hat, the crease down the front at his

pants Aagpcte I use the mmoly word "pants". We don't say treason on I.

‘there was one old rancher who used to say: "lfiets ain't made to hit the other fellow with. !hey're meant to grip around implements. They're meant for 313. Ehats what the Lord made hands nor--—to. work, and their aint no grin! tint hard Work Won't cured‘. Seems to me there! something to that homely bit oi philosophy.

on a Sunday our men would "doll up" in their best. They would so than a-riding or a. a.-courting. Weft Gm boy used exefigrease on his hair. It shone like t e morning sun. Amther-.3 rank, who had. drifted out to Alberta. from heaven knows where --almye ‘oz-eight forth on Sunday 9. pair of fine white spots. with these, 9. clean shirt and Snndsw suit, Lem made a. great hit with our nearest neighbor's youngest girl.

in me the growing grain was like :2. miracle. It shat up from the bare earth and leaped along overnight. It grew to be as tall as a. men and as thick as a forest. We used to go out into the grain fields of an evening, and as we passed through the tall grain, it seemed. to nmrmar and whisper on all sides of us. In certain month in Alberta. dayliwt syays till nearly eleven o'clock at night and a great moon hangs above the waving,

eelden grain. seeming like an immense artitioiel haloon, orang ooloreci. as it 1

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