THE HARVEST HAND.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1596, 10 August 1916, Page 4

THE HARVEST HAND.

(By Wait Mason.)

Triumphantly tin; toiler roared, ‘T get three hones a <l:iy and board! That’s going some, eh, what.” And on he laboured, brave and strong; the work was hard, the hoars wore long, the day was passing hot. I sat at ease beneath a tree —that sort of thing appeal.- io mu —and wad (died him as he toiled; the sweat rolled down him in a stream, and I could see his garments steam, his face a.ml hands were broiled. He chuckled as he toiled a wax', “They’re paying me three bones a day, with board and washing, loo!" That was his dream of easy rnon —to stew and simmer in the sun, for that, the-long day through! And J, who earn three iron men with sundry sera tidies o!' a pen, felt sorry for the jay; hui, as 1 walehed his stalwart form, (he pity that was growing warm within me blew away. For lie was gelling more than wealth —keen appetite nnd rugged health, and blessings sneli as those; and when the day of (oil was through, no doubt the stalwart worker knew a weary child’s repose.