A swift horse, to gallop to the forge at sunset, and back by noon.

A cart to take the things to the railway and back, and to the parcel delivery for you.

And, besides that, I must risk my neck, riding over broken ground at night: and working night and day shortens life.
You can't reduce these things to Labor and Capital.

It's Life, Labor, and Capital." "Hallo! There's a new cry.

I tell ye what; you know too much for me.