Some mornings, though, it would be out, when one of us would have to go across to Anderson's and borrow a fire-stick.

Any of us but Joe--he was sent only once, and on that occasion he stayed at Anderson's to breakfast, and on his way back successfully burnt out two grass paddocks belonging to a J.P.
So we began to prepare the soil for another crop of corn, and Dad started over the same old ground with the same old plough.

How I remember that old, screwed and twisted plough! The land was very hard, and the horses out of condition.

We wanted a furrow-horse.

Smith had one--a good one.