human
This in the West is always cut by the oldest reaper, who shouts out,
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I hav'et! I hav'et! I hav'et! The others answer,
human
What hav'ee? What hav'ee? What hav'ee? He replies,
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A neck! A neck! A neck! Then altogether they give three loud hurrahs. The neck is afterwards made into a miniature sheaf, gaily decorated with ribbons and flowers; it is carried home in triumph, and hung up to a beam in the kitchen, where it is left until the next harvest. Mr. Robert Hunt says that
human
After this they all burst out into a kind of loud, joyous laugh, flinging up their hats and caps into the air, capering about, and perhaps kissing the girls. One of them gets the
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and runs as hard as he can to the farm-house, where the dairy-maid or one of the young female domestics stands at the door prepared with a pail of water. If he who holds the