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and turkeys, so big and plump they make 

 one long for Christmas, mob together in 

 the yard, and the turkey-cocks " gobble- 

 gobble " at a boy who is infuriating them by 

 whistling. A man crosses the yard with two 

 pails on a yoke, evidently going a-milking ; 

 and another passes with a perfect hay-stack 

 on his back, and a dozen great heavy horses 

 come out of the stable in Indian file and 

 stump off to the pond to drink. Beyond the 

 farmstead, in a field on the right of the road, 

 is a double row of heaped up mangels and 

 swedes ; and a little further on are a number 

 of stacks, so neatly built and thatched that it 

 seems quite a pity they should soon be pulled 

 down and thrashed, but all showing signs 

 of prosperity and plenty. 



Beyond this stands a tiny church, with 

 reed-thatch roof It is all, church and 

 tower, built of round flint stones as big 

 as oranges, cleverly split in two and the flat 



