Susanna Moodie,
Roughing it in the Bush — Chapter XVI: Burning the Fallow
“ The confusion of an uncleared fallow spread around us on every side. Huge trunks of trees and piles of brush gave a littered and uncomfortable appearance to the locality, and as the weather had been very dry for some weeks, I heard my husband daily talking with his choppers as to the expediency of firing the fallow. ”
