Twenty Four: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - A Rum Start
After the shear supper, before going to bed as a bailiff Bathsheba had checked all was well with the farm; and again she was to see everything was in order about the homestead. Gabriel had already done these jobs without her knowledge or order; but this tender devotion was unknown to her, and whatever known was not accounted. She carried a dark lantern [1] and every now and then turned on the light to examine nooks and corners coolly. She always anticipated omission on the part of human hands leaving a door opened, or the horses might not be well bedded, or all the fowls were not in the coop. The buildings were inspected as usual and she moved onto farm paddock [2]. Here, the stillness of night was broken by steady munching of many mouths, and breathing through many nostrils, ending in snorts and puffs like the blowing of bellows. After inspection, her way back to the house was by a path through a young plantation of firs which sheltered the premises from the north win...