If a Sacaronducan shows energy and enterprise, and puts money together, or founds a business, or starts a mine, all his neighbours promptly take a grab at the plunder, and the Government naggles for the biggest share.

At the back, under a squeaky wind-pump, there was a dead Chevrolet with silver-grass growing up through it.

You're right, sir, it doesn't scan very well in the English, but in the Gaelic it's sheer poetry. Have you the Gaelic?

Coordinate term: salariat