And the little boy was getting tired of watching the pickaxes rise and fall and of listening to the noise the ground made.
"The Doers"
William John Hopkins
And the horses dragged the scoop, upside down, and it bumped over the stones and made a ringing kind of noise, and they dragged it in between the boards and over the dirt that had been loosened by the pickaxes, and when they got to the end of the loosened dirt, they stopped.
"The Doers"
William John Hopkins
Then the first man was ready again, so that the sound of the pickaxes was as regular as the ticking of the tall clock.
"The Doers"
William John Hopkins