Still, what can you expect when they pile up the taxes on us, and open new doors continually to the foreigners?
We grew wheat at Scarthwaite, and it was ground at Ramside mill.

The last time I looked in, Harvey had his stores full of flour from Minneapolis and Winnipeg.

I asked him whether he didn't feel ashamed of having any hand in that kind of thing." Ida could not check a smile.

In Weston's case, at least, the reason why western wheat had displaced the local product was tolerably plain.
This full-fleshed man differed, she fancied, in most essentials from the lean farmers who drove the half-mile furrows, or ripped up their patches of virgin sod with plodding oxen on the vast expanses of the prairie.

While he indulged his senses and bought sixty-guinea horses, they rose at four or earlier, and, living on pork and flour and green tea, worked in grim earnest until it was dark.