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Peasants trudge along the fields to work. Smoke rises from the villages and farm houses. PEASANTS TRUDGE ALONG THE FIELDS TO WORK SMOKE RISES FROM THE VILLAGES AND FARMHOUSES
eless land; upon the little patchwork farms of corn and beetroot, oats and fruit, growing undivided, side by side, each looking like a little garden dropped down into the plain; upon the little dull stone houses. A steeple appears far away upon the horizon. (The first thing that we ask of men is their faith: "What do you believe?" The first thing that they show us is their church: "_This_ we believe.") Then a tall chimney ranges itself alongside. (First faith, then works.) Then a confused jumble of roofs, out of which, at last, stand forth individual houses, factories, streets, and we draw up in a sleeping town. People open the carriage door, and look in upon us. They do not appear to think much of us, and close the door again quickly, with a bang, and we sleep once more. As we rumble on, the country slowly wakes. Rude V-shaped carts, drawn by yoked oxen, and even sometimes by cows, wait patiently while we cross the long, straight roads stretching bare for many a mile across the plain. GH HALF CLOSED EYES UPON THE PARCHED LEVEL TREELESS LAND UPON THE LITTLE PATCHWORK FARMS OF CORN AND BEETROOT OATS AND FRUIT GROWING UNDIVIDED SIDE BY SIDE EACH LOOKING LIKE A LITTLE GARDEN DROPPED DOWN INTO THE PLAIN UPON THE LITTLE DULL STONE HOUSES A STEEPLE APPEARS FAR AWAY UPON THE HORIZON THE FIRST THING THAT WE ASK OF MEN IS THEIR FAITH WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE THE FIRST THING THAT THEY SHOW US IS THEIR CHURCH THIS WE BELIEVE THEN A TALL CHIMNEY RANGES ITSELF ALONGSIDE FIRST FAITH THEN WORKS THEN A CONFUSED JUMBLE OF ROOFS OUT OF WHICH AT LAST STAND FORTH INDIVIDUAL HOUSES FACTORIES STREETS AND WE DRAW UP IN A SLEEPING TOWN PEOPLE OPEN THE CARRIAGE DOOR AND LOOK IN UPON US THEY DO NOT APPEAR TO THINK MUCH OF US AND CLOSE THE DOOR AGAIN QUICKLY WITH A BANG AND WE SLEEP ONCE MORE AS WE RUMBLE ON THE COUNTRY SLOWLY WAKES RUDE V SHAPED CARTS DRAWN BY YOKED OXEN AND EVEN SOMETIMES BY COWS WAIT PATIENTLY WHILE WE CROSS THE LONG STRAIGHT ROAD STRETCHING BARE FOR MANY A MILE ACROSS THE PLAIN
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