After supper the men sat smoking.
"The oats in, Mac ?" "They are sowed, but not harrowed yet.

I will be doing that to-morrow in the morning." "Potato ground ready ?" "Yes, the ground is ready, and the seed is over at Garneau's." "What in thunder were you waiting for?
Those potatoes should have been in ten days ago.

It's hardly worth while putting them in now." "Garneau promised to bring them ofer," said Mackenzie, "but you cannot tell anything at all about that man." "Well, we must get them in at once.

We must not lose another day.
And now let's get to bed.

The boy here will sleep in the bunk," pointing to a large-sized box which did for a couch.