l llit. Farm by l' arm by George Orwell Eve, June came and the hay was almost ready for cutting On Middsummer's Red which was Saturday, Mr Jones went into Willingdon and got so drunk at the the Lion that he did not come back t midday on Sunday. The men had milked to cows in the early morning and then had gone out rabbiting. without bothering feed the animals when Mr. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on the ing-room sofa with the News of the world over his face. so that when evening came, the animals were still unfed. At last they could stand it no longer. One of the cows broke in the door of the store-shed with her horns and all the animals began to help themselves from the bins. It was just then Jones woke up. The next that Mr. moment he and his four men were in the store-shed with whips in their hands, lashing out in all direction. This was more the hungry animals could bear with one than accord, though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand. they nung them selves upon their rormentors, Jones and his men suddenly found themselves being buried and kicked from all sides. The situation was quite out of their control. They had never seen animals behave like this before, this sudden uprising of crea and ures whom they were used to thrashing and maltreating just as they chose, ightened Ihern almost out of their wits. Arter only a moment or uwo they gave up ing to defend themselves and took to their heels. nur nf Ihr A minute later All