Try to remember, Mr.Lansing, that bad seasons are not the rule in western Canada, and one good one wipes out the results of several lean years." Then she rode away, and George joined Edgar.

He felt that he had been given a warning.

On reaching home, he harnessed a team and drove off to a sloo to haul in hay, but while he worked he cast anxious glances at the clouds.

They rolled on above him in an endless procession, opening out to emit a passing blaze of sunshine, and closing in again.
The horses were restless, he could hardly get them to stand; the grasses stirred and rustled in a curious manner; and even the little gophers that scurried away from the wagon wheels displayed an unusual and feverish activity.

Yet there was not a drop of rain, and the man toiled on in savage impatience, wondering whether he must once more resign himself to see the promised deluge pass away.
It was a question of serious import.