That was where he raised most of his corn and shoats, and lots of sorghum cane.
Hiram was fattening four of the spring shoats against winter.
She looked like a good sow, and the six-weeks-old shoats were in good condition.
It was plain, then, as long as the old one was there to guard them, we could never lay our fingers upon the ‘shoats.’
These shoats Bob now caught, and ...