Tams is hard, he say.
Las' year he pay one-seventy-five.

Now he say one-fifty all he pay.
"The farmers say they so poor now, might as well have nothing.

They say they not cut the grain this year.

Gaviller say it is his grain.
He will go on their land and cut it.

There will be trouble." "This is a kind of slavery!" cried Ambrose.
"There is more to mak' trouble," Tole went on with his calm air.
"Three years ago Gaviller build a fine big steamboat.