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Fuller stood beside the wethers, his two shaggy dogs couched at his feet he started when he suddenly saw his mistress burst through the crowd, her black feathers nodding above her angry face. "Fuller!" she shouted, so loud that those who were standing near turned round to see "How many wether-tegs have you brought to Lydd?" "Two score." "How many did I tell you to bring?"
I have served thee twenty years and have been with thee, thy sheep and thy goats were never barren. I have eaten no wethers of thy flock, nor beast hath destroyed none. I shall make all good what was stolen. I prayed therefore day and night, I labored both in heat and in cold, sleep fled from mine eyes.
They had but one skin rug, and there would be no getting another till next autumn, when there were wethers to kill and even then two skins would not make a blanket. Isak had a hard time, with cold at nights, for a while; he tried burying himself in the hay under the rock-shelter, tried to bed down for himself with the cows. Isak was homeless.
He was originally one of that large but intelligent class called in Ireland "small farmers;" remarkable chiefly for a considerable tact in driving hard bargains a great skill in wethers a rather national dislike to pay all species of imposts, whether partaking of the nature of tax, tithe, grand jury cess, or any thing of that nature whatsoever.
Smith looked at me for the man's answer when I said: "Yes, he has some for sale." Then a conversation about as follows ensued: Smith "Are they wethers or ewes?" Farmer "I told you I had none for sale." Interpreter In undertone, "Wethers." Smith "Are they fat?" Farmer "Fat nothing. I tell you I have no sheep." Interpreter "Very fleshy." Smith "About how much will they weigh?"
But that beautiful shining chapter in the poor boy's life could not last, and when the lambs were grown they were sold, and so were all the wethers, then Liddy, not being wanted, had to find something else to do. I was too much interested in this story to let the subject drop. What had been Liddy's after-life?
"Ay," said Grandfer Cantle, somewhat subdued in spirit; "and yet his mother cried for scores of hours when 'a was a boy, for fear he should outgrow hisself and go for a soldier." "Well, there's many just as bad as he." said Fairway. "Wethers must live their time as well as other sheep, poor soul." "So perhaps I shall rub on? Ought I to be afeared o' nights, Master Fairway?"
Then Abigail hied her and took two hundred loaves of bread, one hundred bottles of wine, five wethers sodden, and five measures of pottage, and one hundred bonds of grapes dried, and two hundred masses of caricares, and laid all this upon asses, and said to her servants: Go ye tofore, and I shall follow after. She told hereof nothing to her husband Nabal.
So James rode across to Talbragar and drove a hard bargain with that unfortunate selector, and brought the sheep home. There were about two hundred, wethers and ewes, and they were young and looked a good breed too, but so poor they could scarcely travel; they soon picked up, though.
Cornelius O'Brien, an enterprising and long-established settler, who has pushed his flocks and herds to the banks of the Morumbidgee, was good enough to present me with eight wethers as I passed his station. It may be some gratification to Mr.
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