A Son of the Soil

by Mrs. Oliphant

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SON OF THE SOIL.

A
SON OF THE SOIL.

BY
MRS. OLIPHANT.
NEW EDITION.
London:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1872.
The Right of Translation and Reproduction is reserved.
LONDON:
R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS,
BREAD STREET HILL

A SON OF THE SOIL.

[CHAPTER I., ] [II., ] [III., ] [IV., ] [V., ] [VI., ] [VII., ] [VIII., ] [IX., ] [X., ] [XI., ] [XII., ] [XIII., ] [XIV., ] [XV., ] [XVI., ] [XVII., ] [XVIII., ] [XIX., ] [XX., ] [XXI., ] [XXII., ] [XXIII., ] [XXIV., ] [XXV., ] [XXVI., ] [XXVII., ] [XXVIII., ] [XXIX., ] [XXX., ] [XXXI., ] [XXXII., ] [XXXIII., ] [XXXIV., ] [XXXV., ] [XXXVI., ] [XXXVII., ] [XXXVIII., ] [XXXIX., ] [XL., ] [XLI., ] [XLII., ] [XLIII., ] [XLIV., ] [XLV., ] [XLVI., ] [XLVII., ] [XLVIII., ] [XLIX., ] [L., ] [LI., ] [LII., ] [LIII. ]

CHAPTER I.

“I say, you boy, it always rains here, doesn’t it?—or ‘whiles snaws’—as the aborigines say. You’re a native, ar’nt you? When do you think the rain will go off?—do you ever have any fine weather here? I don’t see the good of a fine country when it rains for ever and ever! What do you do with yourselves, you people, all the year round in such a melancholy place?”