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.

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?

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

Coordinate term: salariat