They were arranged, as it were, en echelon, not in file--not one directly behind the other, but each succeeding plough its own width farther in the field than the one in front of it.
Each of these ploughs held five shears, so that when the entire company was in motion, one hundred and seventy-five furrows were made at the same instant.

At a distance, the ploughs resembled a great column of field artillery.

Each driver was in his place, his glance alternating between his horses and the foreman nearest at hand.

Other foremen, in their buggies or buckboards, were at intervals along the line, like battery lieutenants.

Annixter himself, on horseback, in boots and campaign hat, a cigar in his teeth, overlooked the scene.
The division superintendent, on the opposite side of the line, galloped past to a position at the head.