Can't no sheep get in on me here.

I'll bet you all my clothes that I'll cut six hundred ton of hay this season--leastways I would if my horse hadn't hurt hisself in the wire the other day.

Now, you figure up what six hundred ton of hay comes to in the stack, at prices hay is bringing now." "Trouble is, your hay ain't in the stack, Sim.

You'll just about cut hay enough to buy yourself flour and bacon for next winter, and that'll be about all.

If you worked the place right you'd make plenty fer to----" "Fer to be human ?" "Well, yes, that's about it, Sim." "That's right hard--doing all your own work outside and doing all your own cooking and everything all the time in your own house.