HOW they toiled and sweated to get the hay in! But their efforts were rewarded, for the harvest was
an even bigger success than they had hoped.
Sometimes the work was hard; the implements had been designed for human beings and not for
animals, and it was a great drawback that no animal was able to use any tool that involved standing
on his hind legs. But the pigs were so clever that they could think of a way round every difficulty. As
for the horses, they knew every inch of the field, and in fact understood the business of mowing and
raking far better than Jones and his men had ever done. The pigs did not actually work, but directed
and supervised the others. With their superior knowledge it was natural that they should assume the
leadership. Boxer and Clover would harness themselves to the cutter or the horse−rake (no bits or
reins were needed in these days, of course) and tramp steadily round and round the field with a pig
walking behind and calling out "Gee up, comrade!" or "Whoa back, comrade!" as the case might be.
And every animal down to the humblest worked at turning the hay and gathering it. Even the ducks
and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun, carrying tiny wisps of hay in their beaks. In the end they
finished the harvest in two days' less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. Moreover, it
was the biggest harvest that the farm had ever seen. There was no wastage whatever; the hens and
ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the very last stalk. And not an animal on the farm had
stolen so much as a mouthful.
All through that summer the work of the farm went like clockwork. The animals were happy as they
had never conceived it possible to be. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure, now
that it was truly their own food, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by
a grudging master. With the worthless parasitical human beings gone, there was more for everyone to
eat. There was more leisure too, inexperienced though the animals were. They met with many
difficulties−for instance, later in the year, when they harvested the corn, they had to tread it out in the
ancient style and blow away the chaff with their breath, since the farm possessed no threshing
machine−but the pigs with their cleverness and Boxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled
them through. Boxer was the admiration of everybody. He had been a hard worker even in Jones's
time, but now he seemed more like three horses than one; there were days when the entire work of
the farm seemed to rest on his mighty shoulders. From morning to night he was pushing and pulling,
always at the spot where the work was hardest. He had made an arrangement with one of the
cockerels to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else, and would put in some
volunteer labour at whatever seemed to be most needed, before the regular day's work began. His
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