Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/25

Rh No harness of any kind, only a horse-collar.

And that lonely horse in the shafts has the air of an orphan, and imparts that air to the whole conveyance.

By the side of the horse walks the peasant or his wife, turn by turn.

They only go on foot in the mornings.

—To get warm.

In the mornings there are five degrees of frost in the fields.

But they all are travelling in their carts.

All of them have sore feet and many are lame.

Inside the carts, under feather beds, under old clothes and rags, sit or lie five or seven human beings.

The carts are crowded with people.

The little horses find it hard to draw the people and their luggage.

What is in the carts?

—We only brought_the bedding!