Farmer's magazine (January-December 1920) . which ef-fectually woke up anyone suffering from is nothing formal about the breakfast servedbehind the chuck wagon, and that made it all themore enjoyable. Joe had time to bid a cheerful goodmorning and then one shifted for himself. You graba plate and a tin cup, a knife and fork and help your-self. The steak, the tenderest and best, is in a platterby the side of the stove. Likewise potatoes and hotcakes, coffee in a huge pot, bread on the table, flankedby the butter, milk, and sugar. Help yourself, boys,and go to it. Find a seat on
Farmer's magazine (January-December 1920) . which ef-fectually woke up anyone suffering from is nothing formal about the breakfast servedbehind the chuck wagon, and that made it all themore enjoyable. Joe had time to bid a cheerful goodmorning and then one shifted for himself. You graba plate and a tin cup, a knife and fork and help your-self. The steak, the tenderest and best, is in a platterby the side of the stove. Likewise potatoes and hotcakes, coffee in a huge pot, bread on the table, flankedby the butter, milk, and sugar. Help yourself, boys,and go to it. Find a seat on the rolled up beds orempty box, and there you are, a breakfast fit for aking, whether he be hungry or not. No rationingsystem here, but eat until you are satisfied. T^HEN to horse. Ponies for the mornings work-? were caugTit and quickly saddled, and away lopedthe ten riders, lightly hopping the irrigation ditches,and quickly disappearing down over the slope towardthe river. There was a wonderful sight presentedContinued on page 70 ?ri. Farmers Magazine CHRISTMAS EFFIGY IM HALLADYhadjust finished ar-ranging the holly,sent in fromGrantley swampfor Christmas decorations, on arack, and was on the point ofturning back into his store, whenhe paused to glance down thewhite road. Sleigh bells wereapproaching rapidly around itspoplar-hedged curve, silver bellswith the low alto of a biass bell harmonizing sweetlywith their shrill cadence. Jim knew those bells. Hisgood-looking face clouded and he reached quickly forthe door-latch. Then, with a shake of his head, heturned squarely about and, with his hands deep in hispockets, faced the road. A moment later, deacon Hornbys fast greys wentflashing by. A middle-aged, sharp featured man, witha fringe of black whiskers beneath his chin, sathunched forward on the seat, eyes fixed straight be-fore him. Beside him, a slender figure muffled infurs, sat a girl. Hallady caught his breath hard, and the hands inthe pockets clenched into fists. He was
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