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Updated: June 15, 2025
"You needn't pull quite so hard, Muster Mabberly; we hev plenty o' time. Tak it easy. Well, as I wass sayin', muss, I hev seen it as calm as this i' the mornin' mony a time, an' plowin' a gale at nicht." "Let us hope that that won't be our experience to-day," said the laird. "Anyhow, we have a good sea-boat under us." "Weel, the poat's no' a pad wan, laird, but I hev seen petter.
"Do you mean to say that it makes no difference whether I am suited or not?" "What yer got agin the work?" "I want my garden plowed, not scratched. You don't plow half deep enough, and you are injuring the shrubs and flowers in the borders." "I guess I know more about plowin' than you do. Gee up thar!" to the horses, that seemed inclined to be Edith's allies by not moving.
"I can see myself becomin' a farmer an' plowin' with a pair of pipe-stems like these," he persisted. "Doctor Hentley says they'll be stronger at the break than ever before. And you know yourself that's true of clean-broken bones. Now you close your eyes and go to sleep. You're all done up, and you need to keep your brain quiet and stop thinking." He closed his eyes obediently.
Cary sank down on the step and looked as if she, too, would like to cry. Manfully, Uncle Billy came to her rescue. "Now don't you care, Miss Hallie. He wan' no 'count for plowin' no how." "Oh, it isn't that, Uncle Billy," Mrs. Cary replied with a low cry of regret. "It isn't the actual loss of help, tho' we need it, goodness knows. But it makes me sad to see them leaving, one by one.
Ye're plowin' it. The other end is so far away ye can't see it. Ye see a wee bit of the furrow, jist a wee bit. Squeeze th' plow handles." I squeezed. "D'ye see th' trees yonder?" "Aye." "An' th' birds pickin' in th' furrow?" "Ay-e." She took the sticks away and gently pushed me on a stool and told me I might open my eyes. "That's quare," I said.
Ye'll change horses, ye'll change clothes, ye'll change yerself, but ye'll always be in the furrow, plowin', plowin', plowin'! I'll go a bit of th' way, Jamie'll go a bit, yer brothers an' sisters a bit, but we'll dhrap out wan b' wan. Ye're God's plowmaan." As I stood to say good-night she put her hand on my head and muttered something that was not intended for me to hear.
Judge Thayer went on, "The trouble is, this prairie sheds water like the roof of a house, shoots it off so quick into the draws and creeks it never has a chance to soak in. Plow it, I tell 'em, and keep on plowin' it, in season and out; fix it so it can soak up the rain and hold it. Is that right?"
They didn't have no privilege of sellin' the cotton though. "I didn't start to farm till I was 'bout twelve years old. They started me bustin' out the middles till I learnt how and then they put the plowin' in my hands. "White people been pretty good to me 'cause I done what they told me. "I went to school a little 'long about '70. I learnt how to read and kept on till I could write a little.
"I don't s'pose you was, Abram," she admitted; "but you're jest like all the rest o' the men. You never think! Now you go on with your plowin' an' let that little female alone." She unclasped his arms and turned homeward. "Honey," called Abram softly, "since you brought 'em that pocketful o' wheat, you might as well let me have it." "Landy!" exclaimed Maria, blushing; "I plumb forgot my wheat!
"We don' hear ev'ry day thet we live on a town site with a railroad a-comin'," Lancaster said, following her a few steps. "Better come." Dallas did not reply. When she was some rods farther on, her father called to her again. "Come, Dallas," he urged, "an' stop plowin' up th' streets."
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