And what is it all fur?
I don't see as we're better off, any, for all the money.

It's just as much care as it used to be when we was all there on the farm together.

I wisht we could go back, Ja--" "We can't go back!" shouted the old man, fiercely.

"There's no farm any more to go back to.

The fields is full of gas-wells and oil-wells and hell-holes generally; the house is tore down, and the barn's goin'-- " "The barn!" gasped the old woman.