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The rushing stream and the booming of the factory workhouse bring a dreamy deafness which seems to heighten the peacefulness of the area. They are like a great curtain of sound, shutting one out from the world beyond. There is also the thunder of the huge covered wagon coming home with sacks of grain. That honest wagoner is thinking of his dinner, getting sadly dry in the oven at this late hour; but he will not touch it till he has fed his horses, —the strong, submissive, meek-eyed beasts, who, I fancy, are looking mild reproach at him from between their blinkers, that he should crack his whip at them in that awful manner as if they needed that hint. See how they stretch their shoulders up the slope toward the bridge, with all the more energy because they are so near home. Look at their grand shaggy feet that seem to grasp the firm earth, at the patient strength of their necks, bowed under the heavy collar, at the mighty muscles of their struggling haunches. It would be a sight to see them with their moist necks freed from the harness, dipping their eager mouths into the muddy pond. Now they are on the bridge, and down they go again at a swifter pace. The arch of the covered wagon disappears at the turning behind the trees leaving the scene to return to its serene, low din of the workhouse

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