The men dash about brandishing sticks till they are out of breath; the women stand screaming in the farm-yard.

And when you have managed to drive the cows or the sheep into their paddock and put up the rails, you get back to the house nicely 'rested' to find the pea-soup cold and full of flies, the pork under the table gnawed by dogs and cats, and you eat what you can lay your hands on, watching for the next trick the wretched animals are getting ready to play on you." "You are their slaves; that's what you are.

You tend them, you clean them, you gather up their dung as the poor do the rich man's crumbs.

It is you who must keep them alive by hard work, because the earth is miserly and the summer so short.

That is the way of it, and there is no help, as you cannot get on without them; but for cattle there would be no living on the land.