The tunes whistled by the ploughboy as he goes down the road to his work in the dawn were not written for him.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
A sturdy ploughboy comes up with a piece of iron on his shoulder; it does not look large, but it is as much as he can carry.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
One edge of it is polished by the friction of the earth through which it has been forced; it has to be straightened, or repaired, and the ploughboy waits while it is done.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies