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Small capitalists, with perhaps only one or two hundred pounds in the world, bid against each other as purchasers of quarter-acre sections in the fast-springing townships, or of fifty-acre lots of arable land in the projected suburbs.
"I have heard people say the price is a very high one," said Dulcibel. "It is high but the land is worth the money. In twenty years it will seem very low. My father saw the time when a good cow was worth as much as a fifty-acre farm, but land is continually rising in value." "I shall look farther south before deciding," said Raymond.
After expressing her approval the girl sat gazing into her lover's face. They talked a little longer, then Bill rose to go. "Eleven o'clock to-night you say is the appointed hour?" "Yes. I shall meet you at the gate of the fifty-acre pasture." "Better not." "Yes, I am going to be there," with a decisive nod. "One cannot be sure. You may need me." "Very well. Good-by, little woman."
Those standing by were struck with a kind of awe; they were used mostly to the daughters of habitants and fifty-acre farmers. Her sensitive face spoke a wonderful language: a divine gratitude and thankfulness; and her eyes had a clear moisture which did not dim them.
He was the true founder of the Hodson family. They had been yeomen in a small way for generations, farming little holdings, and working like labourers, plodding on, and never heard of outside their fifty-acre farms. So they might have continued till this day had not old Harry Hodson arose to be the genius the very Napoleon of farming in that district.
A moment's thought whilst the rancher waited with impatience. "Ah, I know. That implement shed on your fifty-acre pasture. Excellent. There is a living room in it. You used to keep a man there. It is disused now. It will suit us admirably. We can use that room. And the time " "To-morrow, Lablache. It must be to-morrow.
Wheeler wrote back that late in the fall he meant to ship a carload of grass steers to the home farm to be fattened during the winter. This, Claude saw, would mean a need for fodder. There was a fifty-acre corn field west of the creek, just on the sky-line when one looked out from the west windows of the house.
Below is a wide expanse of undulating downland, divided into fifty-acre fields by means of loose, uncemented walls of grey stone. The grass is green for the time of year, and scattered about are horses, cattle, and sheep, contentedly nibbling the short fine turf.
"It's as well." "Yes." "I go to join the boys," the half-breed said slowly. "And you?" "I oh, I go to settle a last account with Lablache," replied Bill, with a mirthless laugh. "Where?" Bill looked sharply at the man. He understood the native distrust of the Breed. Then he nodded vaguely in the direction of the Foss River Ranch. "Yonder. In old John's fifty-acre pasture.
That is to say, Poteet could see the whole of Gullettsville, but Gullettsville could not, by any means, see the whole, nor even the half, of Poteet's fifty-acre farm. Gullettsville could see what appeared to be a grey notch on the side of the mountain, from which a thin stream of blue smoke flowed upward and melted into the blue of the sky, and this was about all that could be seen.
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