<h2> Chapter 8 </h2><br/>
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<p>Fortunately I woke early next morning, for I was now a member
of an early-rising family, and anxious to conform to rules.
On going to the door I found, to my inexpressible disgust,
that I might easily have closed it in the way I had seen the
other door closed, by simply pulling a sliding panel. There
was ventilation enough without having the place open to
prowling beasts of prey. I also found that if I had turned up
the little stray bed I should have had warm woolen sheets to
sleep in.</p>
<p>I resolved to say nothing about my nocturnal visitor, not
wishing to begin the day by furnishing fresh instances of
what might seem like crass stupidity on my part. While
occupied with these matters I began to hear people moving
about and talking on the terrace, and peeping out, I beheld a
curious and interesting spectacle. Down the broad steps
leading to the water the people of the house were hurrying,
and flinging themselves like agile, startled frogs on the
bosom of the stream. There, in the midst of his family, my
venerable host was already disporting himself, his long,
silvery beard and hair floating like a foam on the waves of
his own creating. And presently from other sleeping-rooms on
a line with mine shot forth new bewitching forms, each
sparsely clothed in a slender clinging garment, which
concealed no beauteous curve beneath; and nimbly running and
leaping down the slope, they quickly joined the masculine
bathers.</p>
<p>Looking about I soon found a pretty thing in which to array
myself, and quickly started after the others, risking my neck
in my desire to imitate the new mode of motion I had just
witnessed. The water was delightfully cool and refreshing,
and the company very agreeable, ladies and gentlemen all
swimming and diving about together with the unconventional
freedom and grace of a company of grebes.</p>
<p>After dressing, we assembled in the eating-room or portico
where we had supped, just when the red disk of the sun was
showing itself above the horizon, kindling the clouds with
yellow flame, and filling the green world with new light. I
felt happy and strong that morning, very able and willing to
work in the fields, and, better than all, very hopeful about
that affair of the heart. Happiness, however, is seldom
perfect, and in the clear, tender morning light I could not
help contrasting my own repulsively ugly garments with the
bright and beautiful costumes worn by the others, which
seemed to harmonize so well with their fresh, happy morning
mood. I also missed the fragrant cup of coffee, the streaky
rasher from the dear familiar pig, and, after breakfast, the
well-flavored cigar; but these lesser drawbacks were soon
forgotten.</p>
<p>After the meal a small closed basket was handed to me, and
one of the young men led me out to a little distance from the
house, then, pointing to a belt of wood about a mile away,
told me to walk towards it until I came to a plowed field on
the slope of a valley, where I could do some plowing. Before
leaving me he took from his own person a metal dog-whistle,
with a string attached, and hung it round my neck, but
without explaining its use.</p>
<p>Basket in hand I went away, over the dewy grass, whistling
light-heartedly, and after half an hour's walk found the spot
indicated, where about an acre and a half of land had been
recently turned; there also, lying in the furrow, I found the
plow, an implement I knew very little about. This particular
plow, however, appeared to be a simple, primitive thing,
consisting of a long beam of wood, with an upright pole to
guide it; a metal share in the center, going off to one side,
balanced on the other by a couple of small wheels; and there
were also some long ropes attached to a cross-stick at the
end of the beam. There being no horses or bullocks to do the
work, and being unable to draw the plow myself as well as
guide it, I sat down leisurely to examine the contents of my
basket, which, I found, consisted of brown bread, dried
fruit, and a stone bottle of milk. Then, not knowing what
else to do, I began to amuse myself by blowing on the
whistle, and emitted a most shrill and piercing sound, which
very soon produced an unexpected effect. Two noble-looking
horses, resembling those I had seen the day before, came
galloping towards me as if in response to the sound I had
made. Approaching swiftly to within fifty yards they stood
still, staring and snorting as if alarmed or astonished,
after which they swept round me three or four times, neighing
in a sharp, ringing manner, and finally, after having
exhausted their superfluous energy, they walked to the plow
and placed themselves deliberately before it. It looked as if
these animals had come at my call to do the work; I therefore
approached them, with more than needful caution, using many
soothing, conciliatory sounds and words the while, and after
a little further study I discovered how to adjust the ropes
to them. There were no blinkers or reins, nor did these
superb animals seem to think any were wanted; but after I had
taken the pole in my hand, and said "Gee up, Dobbin," in a
tone of command, followed by some inarticulate clicks with
the tongue, they rewarded me with a disconcerting stare, and
then began dragging the plow. As long as I held the pole
straight the share cut its way evenly through the mold, but
occasionally, owing to my inadvertence, it would go off at a
tangent or curve quite out of the ground; and whenever this
happened the horses would stop, turn round and stare at me,
then, touching their noses together seem to exchange ideas on
the subject. When the first furrow was finished, they did not
double back, as I expected, but went straight away to a
distance of thirty yards, and then, turning, marched back,
cutting a fresh furrow parallel with the first, and as
straight as a line. Then they returned to the original
starting-point and cut another, then again to the new furrow,
and so on progressively. All this seemed very wonderful to
me, giving the impression that I had been a skillful plowman
all my life without knowing it. It was interesting work; and
I was also amused to see the little birds that came in
numbers from the wood to devour the worms in the fresh-turned
mold; for between their fear of me and their desire to get
the worms, they were in a highly perplexed state, and
generally confined their operations to one end of the furrow
while I was away at the other. The space the horses had
marked out for themselves was plowed up in due time,
whereupon they marched off and made a fresh furrow as before,
where there was nothing to guide them; and so the work went
on agreeably for some hours, until I felt myself growing
desperately hungry. Sitting down on the beam of the plow, I
opened my basket and discussed the homely fare with a keen
appetite.</p>
<p>After finishing the food I resumed work again, but not as
cheerfully as at first: I began to feel a little stiff and
tired, and the immense quantity of mold adhering to my boots
made it heavy walking; moreover, the novelty had now worn
off. The horses also did not work as smoothly as at the
commencement: they seemed to have something on their minds,
for at the end of every furrow they would turn and stare at
me in the most exasperating manner.</p>
<p>"Phew!" I ejaculated, as I stood wiping the honest sweat from
my face with my moldy, ancient, and extremely dirty
pocket-handkerchief. "Three hundred and sixty-four days of
this sort of thing is a rather long price to pay for a suit
of clothes."</p>
<p>While standing there, I saw an animal coming swiftly towards
me from the direction of the forest, bounding along over the
earth with a speed like that of a greyhound—a huge,
fierce-looking brute; and when close to me, I felt convinced
that it was an animal of the same kind as the one I had seen
during the night. Before I had made up my mind what to do, he
was within a few yards of me, and then, coming to a sudden
halt, he sat down on his haunches, and gravely watched me.
Calling to mind some things I had heard about the terrifying
effect of the human eye on royal tigers and other savage
beasts, I gazed steadily at him, and then almost lost my fear
in admiration of his beauty. He was taller than a boarhound,
but slender in figure, with keen, fox-like features, and very
large, erect ears; his coat was silvery-gray, and long; there
were two black spots above his eyes; and the feet, muzzle,
ear-tips, and end of the bushy tail were also velvet-black.
After watching me quietly for two or three minutes, he
started up, and, much to my relief, trotted away towards the
wood; but after going about fifty yards he looked back, and
seeing me still gazing after him, wheeled round and rushed at
me, and when quite close uttered a sound like a ringing,
metallic yelp, after which he once more bounded away, and
disappeared from sight.</p>
<p>The horses now turned round, and, deliberately walking up to
me, stood still, in spite of all I could do to make them
continue the work. After waiting a while they proceeded to
wriggle themselves out of the ropes, and galloped off, loudly
neighing to each other, and flinging up their disdainful
heels so as to send a shower of dirt over me. Left alone in
this unceremonious fashion, I presently began to think that
they knew more about the work than I did, and that, finding
me indisposed to release them at the proper moment, they had
taken the matter into their own hands, or hoofs rather. A
little more pondering, and I also came to the conclusion that
the singular wolf-like animal was only one of the house-dogs;
that he had visited me in the night to remind me that I was
sleeping with the door open, and had come now to insist on a
suspension of work.</p>
<p>Glad at having discovered all these things without displaying
my ignorance by asking questions, I took up my basket and
started home.</p>
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