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The rush of the water and the booming of the mill bring a dreamy deafness, which seems to heighten the peacefulness of the scene. They are like a great curtain of sound, shutting one out from the world beyond. And now there is the thunder of the huge covered wagon coming home with sacks of grain. That honest wagoner is thinking of Michael Bradley Pelipaita his dinner, getting sadly dry in the oven at this late hour; but he will not touch it till he has fed Antonio Rudiger Pelipaita his horses — the strong, submissive, meek-eyed beasts, who, I Bradley Collins Pelipaita fancy, are looking Maajoukkueen Pelipaidat mild reproach at him from between their blinkers, that he should crack his whip at them in that awful manner as if they needed that hint! See how they stretch their shoulders up the slope toward the bridge, with all the more energy because they are so near home. Look at their grand shaggy feet that seem to grasp the firm earth, at the patient strength of their necks, bowed under the heavy collar, at the mighty muscles of their struggling haunches! I should like well to hear them neigh over their hardly earned feed of corn, and see them, with their moist necks freed from the harness, dipping their eager Chris Smalling Pelipaita nostrils into the muddy pond. Now they are on the bridge, and down they go again at a swifter pace, and the arch of the covered wagon disappears at the turning behind Laurent Koscielny Pelipaita the trees.
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