An alarming “hush o’ rain” disturbed our early morning’s rest, but the dawn showed a lifting sky, and the day brought a more drying wind than had been granted us for many weeks. So there was a hustle out and in, and dinner was again carried to the stackyard, too much of the afternoon being spent in hunting up cans and mugs and plates from their forgotten stands among the docks or in the shadow of a stack!
The master was at Haw.ick and had left innumerable instructions, but no answer to the owner of the travelling mill, who came to inquire what day this week he would be required and for how long. He, on his side, had recommendations to make — that a long stack should be built in the outer yard for convenience of immediate threshing; and that for his part, he would first secure the barley before more rain came (nobody forgets the great enemy for five minutes) Everybody maun have his say!
The very schule-weans cannot get taking their tea in peace. They are told to hurry up and get changed into their old duds; and does Brown-Eyes know which field the cows are in, and could he bring them home? That small boy, who has the soul of a cowboy rather than that of a scholar, assents with alacrity, and with a stick as long as himself he stalks away, and we get occasional glimpses of his yellow head bobbing about the buildings, “kepping” calves, heifers, bullocks, etc., till dusk brings him in reluctant to his bath.