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Now as I went, pondering on true happiness, and the nature of it, I beheld a man ploughing in a field hard by, and, as he ploughed, he whistled lustily. And drawing near to the field, I sat down upon a gate and watched, for there are few sights and sounds I am fonder of than the gleam of the ploughshare and the sighing whisper it makes as it turns the fragrant loam.
"A truly noble occupation! " said I to myself, "dignified by the ages -- ay -- old, well nigh, as the green earth itself; no man need be ashamed to guide a plough."