at most Bushwork: he'd bullock so long as the novelty lasted;
he liked ploughing or fencing, or any graft he could make a show at.
He didn't care for grubbing out stumps, or splitting posts and rails.
We sliced the potatoes of an evening -- and there was trouble
between Mary and James over cutting through the `eyes'.
There was no time for the hoe -- and besides it wasn't a novelty to James --
so I just ran furrows and they dropped the spuds in behind me,
and I turned another furrow over them, and ran the harrow over the ground.
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