I shall sow a hundred and thirty bushels, Maria,--a hundred and thirty bushels of wheat, barley and oats, without reckoning an acre of mixed grain for the cattle.

All the seed, the best seed-grain, I am going to buy at Roberval, settling for it on the spot ...

I have the money put aside; I shall pay cash, without running into debt to a soul, and if only we have an average season there will be a fine crop to harvest.

Just think of it, Maria, a hundred and thirty bushels of good seed in first-rate land! And in the summer before the hay-making, and then again before the harvest, will be the best chance for building a nice tight warm little house, all of tamarack.

I have the wood ready, cut and piled behind my barn; my brother will help me, perhaps Esdras and Da'Be as well, when they get home.