You're going to cut fodder?
BEIPST
Well, what else?
LOTH
And is it cut every morning?
BEIPST
Well, d' you want the beasts to starve?
LOTH
You must show me a little forbearance. You see, I'm a city man; and it
isn't possible for me to know things about farming very exactly.
BEIPST
City folks! Eksh! All of 'em I ever saw thought they knew it
all--better'n country folks.
LOTH
That isn't the case with me.--Can you explain to me, for instance, what
kind of an implement this is? I have seen one like it before, to be sure,
but the name--
BEIPST
That thing that ye're sittin' on? Why, they calls that a cultivator.
LOTH
To be sure--a cultivator. Is it used here?
BEIPST
Naw; more's the pity. He lets everything go to hell ... all the land ...
lets it go, the farmer does. A poor man would like to have a bit o'
land--you can't have grain growin' in your beard, you know. But no! He'd
rather let it go to the devil! Nothin' grows excep' weeds an' thistles.
LOTH
Well, but you can get those out with the cultivator, too. I know that the
Icarians had them, too, in order to weed thoroughly the land that had
been cleared.
BEIPST
Where's them I-ca .
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