\"Whenyouhavethreewagonstolookafterallnight，youaresometimessotiredyoucanhardlystand。AtfirstwhenIwalkedalongdrivingmywagonsinthenightitwasglorious；thestarshadneverlookedsobeautifultome；andonthedarknightswhenwerodethroughthebushtherewerewill—
o’—the—wispsdancingoneachsideoftheroad。Ifoundoutthateventhedampanddarkarebeautiful。ButIsoonchanged，andsawnothingbuttheroadandmyoxen。Ionlywishedforasmoothpieceofroad，sothatI
mightsitatthefrontanddoze。Attheplaceswhereweoutspannedthereweresometimesrareplantsandflowers，thefestoonshangingfromthebush—
trees，andnutsandinsects，suchasweneverseehere；butafteralittlewhileIneverlookedatthem——Iwastootired。
\"IateasmuchasIcould，andthenlaydownonmyfaceunderthewagontilltheboycametowakemetoinspan，andthenwedroveonagainallnight；soitwent，soitwent。IthinksometimeswhenIwalkedbymyoxenIcalledtotheminmysleep，forIknowIthoughtofnothing；Iwaslikeananimal。Mybodywasstrongandwelltowork，butmybrainwasdead。Ifyouhavenotfeltit，Lyndall，youcannotunderstandit。Youmaywork，andwork，andwork，tillyouareonlyabody，notasoul。Now，whenIseeoneofthoseevil—lookingmenthatcomefromEurope——navvies，withthebeast—