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the "emonstration ' ; I turned off the road and parked the car in the farmyard. I had known this farm since boyhood. In three Years Mr. A, its present owner, has transformed its 88 acres of poorish soil into a model of grassland management; he einploys one man and a boy and last year had a herd-average (8hased on sales, so his real average was a good deal higher) of °0 gallons per cow. As we walked round I thought of the two previous post-war owners—the clueless ex-RAF type whose .ather had bought it for him, the rich businessman,who bought It to lose money on and lost more than he meant. A little three- or four-year old boy trotted at Mr. A's heels, silent and self- Possessed, apparently impervious to heat or boredom or fatigue; then there was a halt for argument or exposition the child at down on his father's boot, looking contented, dreamy and rather proud. The sky was very blue, the leys very green, and the maw-and his son seemed in their unassuming way emblematic of several ancient virtues. I wonder to what extent, all through the land, the good farmers are gradually driving out the bad ?
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