Jump into the riggin' and come along," he added.

"Ye kin hev a little ride, an' see the hay-makin'.

Pooty sight 'tis, to my thinkin'." "May I ?" cried Hilda, eagerly.

"I am sure these fowls have had enough.
Go away now, you greedy creatures! There, you shall have all there is!" and she emptied the bowl over the astonished dignitaries of the barn-yard, laid it down on the settle in the porch, and jumped gayly into the "rigging," as the great hay-cart was called.
"Haw, Bright! hoish, Star!" said the farmer, touching one and then the other of the great black oxen lightly with his goad.

The huge beasts swayed from side to side, and finally succeeded in getting themselves and the cart in motion, while the farmer walked leisurely beside them, tapping and poking them occasionally, and talking to them in that mystic language which only oxen and their drivers understand.