"Why don't they put the stones in a cart, papa?"
"Because, though it would be rather easier for the oxen to draw them, it would be harder for the men to load and unload."
"Are stones very heavy indeed?"
"You can try to lift one."
"I can't move it one mite, papa. I don't see what good they will do in the cellar."
"No, I suppose not; but you will learn."
"Haw, Bright! Come up, Buck!" shouted Tom.
Both the oxen pulled with all their strength; but the ground was soft and rising. Bertie could not see that the drag moved an inch.
Tom lashed and lashed the patient creatures, shouting with all his might. When he found this did no good he began to swear.