The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . himself haddone so much to build. On his arrival at Cnoc-Darroch, orOak Hill as the McPherson home-stead was called, he found over twentyof the stout pioneers of the settle-ment preparing to attack the fieldof wheat with their cradles and rakesThe Tiger was welcomed uproari-ously ; but he made no pretence ofbeing an expert reaper, and insteadof joining in the work he sat undera shady oak and questioned Gideonabout his sickness. Ah was takin rail teemer oot ota swamp when ah felt ta tribble;but ahm theenk
The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . himself haddone so much to build. On his arrival at Cnoc-Darroch, orOak Hill as the McPherson home-stead was called, he found over twentyof the stout pioneers of the settle-ment preparing to attack the fieldof wheat with their cradles and rakesThe Tiger was welcomed uproari-ously ; but he made no pretence ofbeing an expert reaper, and insteadof joining in the work he sat undera shady oak and questioned Gideonabout his sickness. Ah was takin rail teemer oot ota swamp when ah felt ta tribble;but ahm theenkin ah may hae beenower-looked when ah was veesitinin York at the New Year, Gideonexplained. Umph, said the Tiger. Pitoot yer tongue. Gideon protruded for his scrutinya tongue like a razor strop. That will do. Let me try yerpulse. Umph. Yer in a bad tell me all ye hae tried. Gideon began the narrative, whichwould have made a fair-sized treatiseon the quackery of the day. if it hadbeen preserved, and the Tiger lis-tened with barely concealed amuse-ment. Before he had finished the. Drauing by C. W. Jeffenjs PIT OOT YEK TONGUE 5—145 146 THE CANADIAN MAGAZINE cradling had commenced, and with-out suggesting any further treatmentthe Doctor began to comment on theprogress of the work. In those days it was the customfor the best cradler to cut the out-side swath, and the others followedin the order of merit. The championof the settlement was a big Irish-man named McNulty, and when hestepped forward and ripped his tur-key-wing into the rattling grainthere was no one who felt at libertyto dispute his claim. One by oneten cradlers fell into oblique line be-hind him, each brmging along hisswath a few steps to the right of theman who preceded him, and ten stoutbinders followed the cradlers. Afterthem came a couple of men whosetask it was to shock up the sheaves,and it was not long until the grog-master appeared on the field with apailful of Canadian whisky, whichthen sold at a shil
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