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OUR FIRST HARVEST.
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"Orright, orright," said Dwyer; "I hope it do"

Then Dad went on to speak of places he knew of where they preferred hoes to a plough for putting corn in with; but Dwyer only laughed and shook his head.

"D——n him!" Dad muttered, when he had gone; "what rot! won't come up!"

"I hope it Do!" said Dwyer.