A summer on the Canadian Prairie . ehad left? Your place is a picture, I said; although I miss theblue flax blossom. Flax is well worth cultivation, ifonly for the joy of its flower. Its worth more than that to a new settler. You see,it w^ill grow on newly broken land, and sells for a dollar abushel. They get fifteen bushels to the acre at theGovernment farms. Of course I cant expect any suchreturn as that, but I reckon to have a few bushels for saleor trading; and linseed is useful enough with stockround. His wife was weeding the carrots. I was just going to send Gracie over with a dish ofnew
A summer on the Canadian Prairie . ehad left? Your place is a picture, I said; although I miss theblue flax blossom. Flax is well worth cultivation, ifonly for the joy of its flower. Its worth more than that to a new settler. You see,it w^ill grow on newly broken land, and sells for a dollar abushel. They get fifteen bushels to the acre at theGovernment farms. Of course I cant expect any suchreturn as that, but I reckon to have a few bushels for saleor trading; and linseed is useful enough with stockround. His wife was weeding the carrots. I was just going to send Gracie over with a dish ofnew potatoes, she said, with the becoming modesty thatalways hints of cause for pride in the background. I sat down on a packing-case and glanced round thegarden, which was racing towards a fulfilment of itspromise, and the end of the story of what a brave, patient,loving English mother can accomplish under the stress ofcircumstance. Scarlet runners had grown out of knowledge. Dwarfpeas had passed from bloom to pod. Vegetable-marrows. I % H OK Ph ON THE CANADIAN PRAIRIE 277 eyed me with a full sense of their future importancein the menu, whilst cabbages and cauliflowers, ignoringdestiny, appeared prepared to stand at attention as longas the sun should grant the grace. You wont starve this year, I prophesied. Vege-tables alone will keep you going, stored in that finefrost-proof cellar. Yes, she said thankfully. They tell me that oncethe frost sets in, the cabbages will keep all through thewinter, and eat as good as the first cut. Carrots, onions,beet, and most of the roots are better packed in sand. Ithink we can sell enough potatoes to pay for our , I do hope we have turned the corner! It has beensuch a hard pull sometimes. But I have nearly alwayshad eggs for the children, and now plenty of even though the neighbours do look down on myhusband for building a fine house before he got hisimplements and stock together—I know the comfortof it. I am sure you do
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