Her thoughts were ever fondly revisiting the older parishes where the land has long been cleared and cultivated, and where the houses are neighbourly-her lost paradise.
Her husband clenched his fists and shook his head with an obstinate gesture.

"Only you wait a few months ...

When the boys are back from the woods we shall set to work, they two, Tit'Be, and I, and presently we shall have our land cleared.

With four good men ax in hand and not afraid of work things will go quickly, even in the hard timber.

Two years from now there will be grain harvested, and pasturage that will support a good herd of cattle.