. Country life reader . y stout red Devons path was glad in the English grass, For behind me rippled and curledThe corn that was life to the sailor-men That sailed the ships of the world. And later I went to the north again, And day by day drew downA httle more of the purple hills To join my kingdom the whaups wheeled out to the moorlands, But the gray gulls stayed with my Clydesdales drummed a marching song With their feathered feet on the lea. Then the new lands called me westward; I found in the prairies wide,A toil to my stoutest daring. And a foe to test my prid
. Country life reader . y stout red Devons path was glad in the English grass, For behind me rippled and curledThe corn that was life to the sailor-men That sailed the ships of the world. And later I went to the north again, And day by day drew downA httle more of the purple hills To join my kingdom the whaups wheeled out to the moorlands, But the gray gulls stayed with my Clydesdales drummed a marching song With their feathered feet on the lea. Then the new lands called me westward; I found in the prairies wide,A toil to my stoutest daring. And a foe to test my I stooped my strength to the stiff black loam, And I found my labor sweet;And I loosened the soil that was trampled firm By a million buffaloes feet. From Egypt behind my oxen,With stately step and slow, THE PLOUGH I have carried your weightiest burden,Ye toilers that reap and sow! I am the Ruler, the King,And I hold the world in fee, Sword upon sword may ring, But the triumph shall rest with me! 245 Will Ploughing—the new way. THE GRAIN ROBBERS Did you ever hear of a wheat-field full of robbers, eachchoking as well as robbing its victim ? Every year millionsof dollars are lost in grain-fields by robbers of this sort,and yet you may pass, again and again, a field in whichthey are at work, without seeing one of them or hearinga sound! For these thieves are so tiny and carry on theirplundering so quietly as to attract little attention. Whenthe farmer sees reddish or black spots breaking throughthe straw of his grain, he knows the robbers are at work;and he may shake his head sadly, and perhaps say to hisneighbor, I see signs of rust on my crops—^for rustis the name by which these marauders are known. Let us follow one of these stealthy robbers on its de-stroying way. If you were to examine, in spring, some ofthe previous years wheat straw which had been affectedby rust, you might see certain peculiar black at these through a microscope and you wil
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