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Remembering that he had a wife and three or four children to feed, the soldiers smiled through their tears at his, bade him keep it all, and 'weep for himself rather than for them. So saying, they departed, and at sundown were at the farmer's house, fourteen miles away. Behold the gratitude of a people! Where grow now the shrubs which of old bore leaves and twigs for garlands?
And the farmer's Maltese cat growled at the big bulldog and said, "If my dog was here he would eat you up!" Then Mister Bulldog laughed and showed all his teeth and said, "The next time I see you, Kitty!" And then he went back to the place where he was visiting and dug up the bone, and it was even better than he had expected.
Reilly and the bishop then proceeded to the farmer's house, Reilly carrying the saddlebags, and as they went along the following conversation took place between them: "My lord," said his companion, "if I might presume to advise you, I think it would be more prudent for you to retire to the Continent for a time.
The farmhouse was a plain structure nearly forty years old, badly in need of paint, and the out-buildings harmonized with it in appearance. A little way from the house was a tall, gaunt man, engaged in mending a fence. He was dressed in a farmer's blue frock and overalls, and his gray, stubby beard seemed to be of a week's growth.
Even as she tells of this there is a sound to the southward: the column is on the march. The farmer's eye blazes with rage and hate. "Boys," he says, "yonder come those who intend to kill us. Let them taste of their own warfare. Stand here in the shadow and fire as they pass this rock."
I've worked in the fields with the men, and I've milked the cows and made the butter. Oh, lots of things " "Oh well, I suppose a farmer's daughter can do those things, Marcella. But, look here, old girl, when we're married you'll have to be on your dignity a bit." She flushed a little and the storm light came into her eyes. Louis did not see it.
She went to the neighbourhood of Aix; and there, in their own chateau near the farmer's house she rented, she grew into intimacy with a family belonging to that part of France.
And it was this very circumstance, the meeting with Louise Frederici, the Missouri farmer's daughter, that caused Buffalo Billy to decide to remain in the army, and not to return to the plains, for when stationed in or near St. Louis, he could often see the pretty dark-eyed girl who had stolen his heart away.
Suddenly Robert Robin sat up very straight and jerked his tail up and down three times and said, "Tut! Tut! Tut!" He saw the farmer's Maltese cat walking along on the rail fence, and the cat was coming towards the woods. "I am afraid that big cat is coming over here!" said Robert Robin to himself. Mrs. Robin heard Robert Robin saying, "Tut! Tut! Tut!" so she came to see what was the matter.
And let it be said in all earnestness that in our rapidly shifting industrial order, the farmer's interest in the political, social, and economic problems of his calling is fully as great as it is in those purely scientific and technical. And rightly so. A prime steer is a triumph. But it will not of itself keep the farmer free.
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