But there went the oxen, and the ploughmen.
The one as silently as the other; till the bay was left behind and they came to the point where the road began to go up to the tableland.

Just under the hill here was a spring of delicious water, always flowing; and filling a little walled- up basin.
Will, or Will Rufus, as his father had long ago called him, had passed on and begun to mount the hill.

Winthrop stopped his oxen till he should fill a large stone jug for the day.
The jug had a narrow neck, and he was stooping at the edge of the basin, waiting for the water to flow in, when his head and shoulders made a sudden plunge and the jug and he soused in together.

Not for any want of steadiness in either of them; the cause of the plunge was a worthless fellow who was coming by at the moment.

He had a house a little way off on the bay.
He lived by fishing and farming alternately; and was often, and was then, employed by Mr.Landholm as an assistant in his work.