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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.
"Dn him!" Dad muttered, when he had gone; "what rot! won't come up!"
"I hope it Do!" said Dwyer.
