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The
field
had
already
been
“
opened
”
;
that
is
to
say
,
a
lane
a
few
feet
wide
had
been
hand
-
cut
through
the
wheat
along
the
whole
circumference
of
the
field
for
the
first
passage
of
the
horses
and
machine
.
Two
groups
,
one
of
men
and
lads
,
the
other
of
women
,
had
come
down
the
lane
just
at
the
hour
when
the
shadows
of
the
eastern
hedge
-
top
struck
the
west
hedge
midway
,
so
that
the
heads
of
the
groups
were
enjoying
sunrise
while
their
feet
were
still
in
the
dawn
.
They
disappeared
from
the
lane
between
the
two
stone
posts
which
flanked
the
nearest
field
-
gate
.
Presently
there
arose
from
within
a
ticking
like
the
love
-
making
of
the
grasshopper
.
The
machine
had
begun
,
and
a
moving
concatenation
of
three
horses
and
the
aforesaid
long
rickety
machine
was
visible
over
the
gate
,
a
driver
sitting
upon
one
of
the
hauling
horses
,
and
an
attendant
on
the
seat
of
the
implement
.
Along
one
side
of
the
field
the
whole
wain
went
,
the
arms
of
the
mechanical
reaper
revolving
slowly
,
till
it
passed
down
the
hill
quite
out
of
sight
.
In
a
minute
it
came
up
on
the
other
side
of
the
field
at
the
same
equable
pace
;
the
glistening
brass
star
in
the
forehead
of
the
fore
horse
first
catching
the
eye
as
it
rose
into
view
over
the
stubble
,
then
the
bright
arms
,
and
then
the
whole
machine
.
The
narrow
lane
of
stubble
encompassing
the
field
grew
wider
with
each
circuit
,
and
the
standing
corn
was
reduced
to
smaller
area
as
the
morning
wore
on
.
Rabbits
,
hares
,
snakes
,
rats
,
mice
,
retreated
inwards
as
into
a
fastness
,
unaware
of
the
ephemeral
nature
of
their
refuge
,
and
of
the
doom
that
awaited
them
later
in
the
day
when
,
their
covert
shrinking
to
a
more
and
more
horrible
narrowness
,
they
were
huddled
together
,
friends
and
foes
,
till
the
last
few
yards
of
upright
wheat
fell
also
under
the
teeth
of
the
unerring
reaper
,
and
they
were
every
one
put
to
death
by
the
sticks
and
stones
of
the
harvesters
.
The
reaping
-
machine
left
the
fallen
corn
behind
it
in
little
heaps
,
each
heap
being
of
the
quantity
for
a
sheaf
;
and
upon
these
the
active
binders
in
the
rear
laid
their
hands
—
mainly
women
,
but
some
of
them
men
in
print
shirts
,
and
trousers
supported
round
their
waists
by
leather
straps
,
rendering
useless
the
two
buttons
behind
,
which
twinkled
and
bristled
with
sunbeams
at
every
movement
of
each
wearer
,
as
if
they
were
a
pair
of
eyes
in
the
small
of
his
back
.
But
those
of
the
other
sex
were
the
most
interesting
of
this
company
of
binders
,
by
reason
of
the
charm
which
is
acquired
by
woman
when
she
becomes
part
and
parcel
of
outdoor
nature
,
and
is
not
merely
an
object
set
down
therein
as
at
ordinary
times
.
A
field
-
man
is
a
personality
afield
;
a
field
-
woman
is
a
portion
of
the
field
;
she
had
somehow
lost
her
own
margin
,
imbibed
the
essence
of
her
surrounding
,
and
assimilated
herself
with
it
.
The
women
—
or
rather
girls
,
for
they
were
mostly
young
—
wore
drawn
cotton
bonnets
with
great
flapping
curtains
to
keep
off
the
sun
,
and
gloves
to
prevent
their
hands
being
wounded
by
the
stubble
.
There
was
one
wearing
a
pale
pink
jacket
,
another
in
a
cream
-
coloured
tight
-
sleeved
gown
,
another
in
a
petticoat
as
red
as
the
arms
of
the
reaping
-
machine
;
and
others
,
older
,
in
the
brown
-
rough
“
wropper
”
or
over
-
all
—
the
old
-
established
and
most
appropriate
dress
of
the
field
-
woman
,
which
the
young
ones
were
abandoning
.
This
morning
the
eye
returns
involuntarily
to
the
girl
in
the
pink
cotton
jacket
,
she
being
the
most
flexuous
and
finely
-
drawn
figure
of
them
all
.
But
her
bonnet
is
pulled
so
far
over
her
brow
that
none
of
her
face
is
disclosed
while
she
binds
,
though
her
complexion
may
be
guessed
from
a
stray
twine
or
two
of
dark
brown
hair
which
extends
below
the
curtain
of
her
bonnet
.
Perhaps
one
reason
why
she
seduces
casual
attention
is
that
she
never
courts
it
,
though
the
other
women
often
gaze
around
them
.
Her
binding
proceeds
with
clock
-
like
monotony
.
From
the
sheaf
last
finished
she
draws
a
handful
of
ears
,
patting
their
tips
with
her
left
palm
to
bring
them
even
.
Then
stooping
low
she
moves
forward
,
gathering
the
corn
with
both
hands
against
her
knees
,
and
pushing
her
left
gloved
hand
under
the
bundle
to
meet
the
right
on
the
other
side
,
holding
the
corn
in
an
embrace
like
that
of
a
lover
.
She
brings
the
ends
of
the
bond
together
,
and
kneels
on
the
sheaf
while
she
ties
it
,
beating
back
her
skirts
now
and
then
when
lifted
by
the
breeze
.
A
bit
of
her
naked
arm
is
visible
between
the
buff
leather
of
the
gauntlet
and
the
sleeve
of
her
gown
;
and
as
the
day
wears
on
its
feminine
smoothness
becomes
scarified
by
the
stubble
,
and
bleeds
.
