One machine in which Mr. Taylor takes special pride is a salmon canner, which engulfs a whole salmon, decapitates and decaudates it, skins it, blows out its viscera, cuts it into pieces, deposits them in the can, sterilizes them […]
...but that is really a backhanded rent, because I have sold all the produce of my farm six months before I am called upon to pay the last six months' rent.
[…] Reckonings of all and every his Dealings, Doings, Buyings and Sellings and Employments, touching and concerning the Premises […]
[…] O, my father! / Prove you that any man with me convers'd / At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight / Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, / Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
