The Ploughboy (1)

The mists of dawn hung in the air as the English farmer and his son emerged from their humble, thatched roof cottage. The boy shivered. The air was cool on this early autumn morn. He welcomed the heat of the old mare as he helped his father harness and hitch her to the plough. They had many furrows to make this day. “Best get an early start, eh, Lady?” The boy patted the mare’s neck and offered her what oats he could ration. He set off with the mare and plough while his father raked nearby....