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Chapter NumberIII
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Full Date1895-02-23
Page Number3
Word Count568
Last Corrected2011-05-25
Newspaper TitleLaunceston Examiner (Tas. : 1842 - 1899)
Trove TitleFarmer Mack
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CHAPTER III. FARMER MACK PAYS A VISIT TO TIHE Hon. MRS FUL- LARD. Now it was one of the last things Farmer Mack desired to pose as a hero, so he crossed and uncrossed his legs several times, thereby bringing those trousers which were gone in the knees into prominence, before he said 'Well, you see, ma'am, a little ga tumbled into a pond, an' having nothing better to do I tumbled in after her.' The hon. Mrs Fullard laughed musically, and some of the other ladies smiled. The former felt drawn towards the simple old man, despite his ungrammatical speech and worn nether garments. 'And how did you manage he tumble out again, Mr Mack? 'sto asked. 'Didn't,' said Farmer Mack, ' Nina an' I was hauled out together.' 'What an ignominious ending to your courageous action,' broke in one of the Misses Mute, who hitherto had maintained a demeanour in strict accor- dance with her name. At this moment Mr Melrose entered, much to the relief of his wife, who had been exerting her self to perform the impossible task of distracting t e attention of her other visitors while the foregoing conversa tion took place between her father and the heon. Mrs Fullard. The master of Wee Wan station greeted the guests in his wonted affable fashion, and then sat down near the three unmarried ladies because they appeared to him to be looking somewhat dull. 'Eb, miss, did you spoke?' asked Farmer Mack, looking at the younger Miss Mute. She repeated her remark, albeit rather diffidently. ' I don't know about a 'minious end ing,' he said slowly, ' It was a darned wet one.' 'Father !' said Guida suddenly. 'Yes, dear, yes,' said her father hurriedly. 'Put my foot in it again. Eh ? I'm blessed if I don't put it in oftener than I pull it out.' He mopped his forehead energetically again by way of relief to his feelings, but was interrupted by the hon. Mrs Fullard. ' Do tell me, Mr Mack,' she said in her bright way, ' what is your favourite kind of cattle. My husband is quite a cattle fancier.' ' Jersey, m'em,' said Farmer Mack solemnly, 'pure Jersey, none o' your half-breds, but the true potater; them Jerseys are as pretty cattle as anyone could wish to see, such dainty look ing p'ints, an' such a show for milk as even the little heifers have. Yes, give me the pure Jersey, the real thing, no mixing in the yedigree--' 'Your husband's droves would delight Mr Mack, Mrs Fullard,' interrupted Mr Melrose hurriedly. 'I think Mr Fullard possesses the finest herds to be found between here and Sydney.' ' Then I hope he will give my husband the pleasure of showing them to him,' responded the hon. Mrs Fullard genially. Farmer Mack's eyes sparkled with pleasyre. His honest soul delighted in viewing the flocks of other breeders, and giving his opinion of what he termed their fine p'ints. It spoke much for the old man's nobility of feeling that he evinced no less satisfaction in the well being and excellence of the possessions of others than he would have done had they been his own. 'Might you be livin' far from here ?' he asked the hon. Mrs Fullard. 'No, only twelve miles,' she said. 'Twelve mile,' returned Farmer Mack, ' that's a good little few.' (To be continued.)