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Chapter Eight. The Harvest |
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first sowing; men and women carrying seed-rice to fields |
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From now on you can see men and women hurrying to the fields, their baskets full of seed-rice, and the first blossoming branches of a peach-like tree sticking in the grain. Men sowing rice and millet make a lovely picture, and I shall never forget the first time I saw the young sower, a red woven bag slung over his shoulder, striding up and down a sloping field with long free steps, and scattering (76) the rice with large sweeps of the arm; behind him a row of stooping women covered the seed almost before it rested on the earth. |
