Chapter 10 Two Harvesters 
LONG the road already described 
(Chapter 6), between the brambly 
ditches and under the hedgerow oaks, 
I made my way from the farm-house to 
the antiquated farm-yard about a furlong off. 
As the two places were on the same side of the 
road—the western side—it would have been a 
little shorter to cut across the intervening pasture 
and potato-field; but I liked the road better that 
August afternoon. From there, first the farm- 
house, and after it the older buildings, lay off ina 
haze of glowing weather; the road was Sstatelier 
than the pasture and field would have looked ; and 
especially it was well to enter the old farm-yard 
by way of the road. A hundred yards or so 
of narrow lane led to it—led, it seemed, into the 
heart of the afternoon—and to traverse that 
lane was to walk back into a quieter century. 
For at the end of it lay the little stone-fenced 
yard. Boulders had been used for its walls; 
and at the farther side of the yard, looking as 
old as the grey boulders, were two cottages. 
One of them was dilapidated, the other had been 
done up for the carter to occupy. The stables 
for the farm-horses made one side of this yard. 
Thither I took my way, discerning, the farther 
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