I 've ruined me voice drivin 'oxen though, but here 's the song.
Among these passengers was a young priest named Vincent de Paul, the son of a farmer in Languedoc, who had used his utmost endeavours to educate his son for the ministry, even selling the oxen from the plough to provide for the college expenses.
"I am very sorry, Dr. Quackenboss," said Fleda, when she had the power and the chance to speak again, â€“ "I am very sorry you should have to take this trouble; but, unfortunately, the art of driving oxen is not among Mr. Skillcorn's accomplishments."
That doesn't sound nice, no wonder they wrote 'female oxes'; and it should be 'oxen'--'would do well to get assistance and support from the males.
In that dreary climate, instead of the animated picture of a Tartar camp, the smoke that issues from the earth, or rather from the snow, betrays the subterraneous dwellings of the Tongouses, and the Samoides: the want of horses and oxen is imperfectly supplied by the use of reindeer, and of large dogs; and the conquerors of the earth insensibly degenerate into a race of deformed and diminutive savages, who tremble at the sound of arms.