1 Jim, you ask Jake how much he ploughed to-day.
2 The gophers scurried up and down the ploughed ground.
3 On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field.
4 The next time I saw Antonia, she was out in the fields ploughing corn.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 5 She greeted me gaily, and began at once to tell me how much ploughing she had done that day.
6 They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun.
7 Presently Ambrosch said sullenly in English: 'You take them ox tomorrow and try the sod plough.'
8 The girls I knew were always helping to pay for ploughs and reapers, brood-sows, or steers to fatten.
9 Antonia and Ambrosch were talking in Bohemian; disputing about which of them had done more ploughing that day.
10 The fields below us were dark, the sky was growing pale, and that forgotten plough had sunk back to its own littleness somewhere on the prairie.
11 North of the house, inside the ploughed fire-breaks, grew a thick-set strip of box-elder trees, low and bushy, their leaves already turning yellow.
12 Some of them, after they came to town, remained as serious and as discreet in behaviour as they had been when they ploughed and herded on their father's farm.
13 I took a long walk north of the town, out into the pastures where the land was so rough that it had never been ploughed up, and the long red grass of early times still grew shaggy over the draws and hillocks.
14 If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me.
15 Everywhere else it had been ploughed under when the highways were surveyed; this half-mile or so within the pasture fence was all that was left of that old road which used to run like a wild thing across the open prairie, clinging to the high places and circling and doubling like a rabbit before the hounds.
16 Years afterward, when the open-grazing days were over, and the red grass had been ploughed under and under until it had almost disappeared from the prairie; when all the fields were under fence, and the roads no longer ran about like wild things, but followed the surveyed section-lines, Mr. Shimerda's grave was still there, with a sagging wire fence around it, and an unpainted wooden cross.