She could see the workmen, first those among the alfalfa, and then the men, and women, too, bending over on the vegetable-gardens.

Likewise she could see the gleam of peaches, apples, pears and plums--a colorful and mixed gleam, delightful to the eye.
Wet or dry, it seemed that her feet refused to stay still, and once again she was wandering.

A gray, slate-colored field of oats invited her steps, and across this stretch she saw a long yellow slope of barley, where the men were cutting.

Beyond waved the golden fields of wheat.
Lenore imagined that when she reached them she would not desire to wander farther.
There were two machines cutting on the barley slope, one drawn by eight horses, and the other by twelve.

When Lenore had crossed the oat-field she discovered a number of strange men lounging in the scant shade of a line of low trees that separated the fields.