Now look at them oxen! When they was young steers, hardly more'n calves, I began to train them critturs.

An' from the very fust go-off they tuk their cue an' stuck to it.

Star, thar, would lay out, and shake his head, an' pull for all he was wuth, as if there was nothin' in the world to do _but_ pull; and Bright, he'd wait till Star was drawin' good an' solid, an' then he'd as much as say, 'Oh! you kin pull all that, kin ye?
Well, stick to it, my boy, an' I'll manage to trifle along with the rest o' the load.' Wo-_hoish_, Star! haw, Bright! git up, ye old humbug! You're six year old now, an' you ain't changed a mite in four years, though I've drove you stiddy, and tried to spare the other every time." The green lane broke off suddenly, and such a blaze of sunlight flashed upon them that Hilda involuntarily raised her hand to shield her eyes.
The great meadow lay open before them, an undulating plain of gold.

The haycocks looked dull and gray-green upon it; but where the men were tossing the hay with their long wooden rakes, it flashed pale-golden in the sunlight, and filled the air with flying gleams.

Also the air was filled with the sweetness of the hay, and every breath was a delight.
Hilda stood speechless with pleasure, and the old farmer watched her glowing face with kindly gratification.
"Pooty sightly, ain't it ?" he said.