Now it is a skittish horse that runs away or lashes out with his heels; then it is a cow, however good-tempered, that won't keep still to be milked and tramples on your toes when the flies annoy her.

And even if by good fortune they don't harm you, they are forever finding a way to destroy your comfort and to vex you..." "I know how it is; I was brought up on a farm.

And you, most of you farmers, know how it is too.

All the morning you have worked hard, and go to your house for dinner and a little rest.

Then, before you are well seated at table, a child is yelling:--'The cows are over the fence;' or 'The sheep are in the crop,' and everyone jumps up and runs, thinking of the oats or the barley it has been such a trouble to raise, that these miserable fools are ruining.