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and driving out every other desire but that of asserting his manhood and of subjugating the earth.Oh, what do we care who is looking? said Mary。 but she drew back at the same time and gazed distantly at the ground. Then Martin cut the sod, and pressing the spade deep into the earth with his foot, he turned up the first sod with a crunching sound as the grass roots were dragged out of the earth. Mary sighed and walked back hurriedly to her seeds with furrowed brows. She picked up her seeds and began to spread them rapidly to drive out the sudden terror that had seized her at that moment when she saw the fierce, hard look in her husband39。s eyes that were unconscious of her presence. She became suddenly afraid of that pitiless, cruel earth, the peasant39。s slave master that would keep her chained to hard work and poverty all her life until she would sink again into its bosom. Her shortlived love was gone. Henceforth she was only her husband39。s helper to till the earth. And Martin, absolutely without thought, worked furiously, covering the ridge with block earth, his sharp spade gleaming white as he whirled it sideways to beat the sods.Then, as the sun rose,the little valley beneath the ivycovered hills became dotted with white shirts, and everywhere men worked madly, without speaking, and women spread seeds. There was no heat in the light of the sun, and there was a sharpness in the still thin air that made the men jump on their spade halts ferociously and beat the sods as if they were living enemies. Birds hopped silently before the spades, with their heads cocked sideways, watching for worms. Made brave by hunger, they often dashed under the spades to secure their food. Then, when the sun reached a certain point, all the women went back to the village to get dinner for their men, and the men worked on without the women returned,almost running, each carrying a tin can with a flannel tied around it and a little bundle tied with a white cloth, Martin threw down his spade when Mary arrived back in the field. Smiling at one another they sat under the hill for their meal .It was the same as their breakfast, tea and bread and butter.Ah, said Martin, when he had taken a long draught of tea form his mug, is there anything in this world as fine as eating dinner out in the open like this after doing a good morning39。s work? There, I have done two ridges and a half. That39。s more than any man in the village could do. Ha! And he looked at his wife proudly.Yes,isn39。t it lovely, said Mary, looking at the back ridges