That is, he drove the peasants from their homes, as my father did afterwards in his Scotch deer forest.

Or, as his tombstone has it, he developed the resources of his country.

I don't know what became of the peasants; HE didn't know, and, I presume, didn't care.

I suppose the old ones went into the workhouse, and the young ones crowded the towns, and worked for men like my father in factories.

Their places were taken by cattle, which paid for their food so well that my grandfather, getting my father to take shares in the enterprise, hired laborers on the Manchester terms to cut that canal for him.