"In the smoker on the way South several men were telling how they had lost valuable hunting dogs, hereabouts from rattlesnakes.

I like Bobby Burns.

So I passed along the warning.

What are those queer trees ?" he asked shifting the dangerous subject.
"I mean the ones that look like a mixture of horse-chestnut and--" "Avocadoes," she answered, interest in the task of farm guide making her forget her momentary bewilderment at his scraps of local knowledge.

"They're one of our best crops.