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XII How I Came to the Plough THIS is one of the very shortest, but also one of the most important chapters in my story. It takes me out of my first childish youth and my herding time, and brings me to the days of my young manhood and of work filled with conscious purpose. It needed many an artful trick before I managed to get promoted from cowherd to ploughman. I had to sprain my foot, so that I could not run after the cattle properly; I had to find birds’ nests in the meadow, which inclined my younger brother to take over my herdsman’s duties in my stead; lastly, I had to coax Markus the farm-hand, who had driven the plough till then, into declaring that it was an easy-going implement, as simple to handle as a pocket-knife, and that I—the callow lad—was fairly strong enough and fit to guide the plough. And I stood there and drew myself up until I reached at least as high as long Markus’s shoulders, and I shook one of the fence-posts until it groaned —as a proof of my fitness for the plough. But my father laughed and said: “Get out, you’re a little swaggerer! What you need is a good breeches- dusting given you every day. And now he’s pretending to be grown up. Very well, take hold; it won’t last long!” We were in the fields when he spoke. Markus stood back; and I took the plough by the horns. The plough in the neighbourhood of my home is different, certainly, from the bent bough of the savage, but it remains a clumsy, imperfect implement. The farmer puts it together himself out of birch-wood, fetching only the iron portions from the smith and the wheels from the cartwright. The chief parts of the plough are the coulter, or plough-iron, which cuts the turf vertically, and the share, which slices it horizontally, thus creating a grassy sod which has four sides to it, and is about a span wide and half a span thick. Then there is the mould-board, which lifts the cut sod out of the furrow and turns it over, so that the grassy side comes to lie at the bottom. Further portions, by means of
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The Forest Farm Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
Title
The Forest Farm
Subtitle
Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
Author
Peter Rosegger
Publisher
The Vineyard Press
Location
London
Date
1912
Language
English
License
PD
Size
21.0 x 29.7 cm
Pages
169
Categories
Geographie, Land und Leute
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