His daughter comes into the hiring fair, and stands waiting for employment on the pavement in the same spot used for the purpose from time immemorial, within sight of the stately facades of the banks.

He himself has stood in the market-place with reaping hook or hoe looking for a master.

Humble as he may be, it is clear that the wealth in those cellars--the notes and the gold pushed over the counters in shovels--must somehow come from the labour which he and his immediate employer--the farmer--go through in the field.
It is becoming more and more the practice for the carter, or shepherd, who desires a new situation, to advertise.

Instead of waiting for the chance of the hiring fair, he trudges into the market town and calls at the office of the oldest established local paper.

There his wishes are reduced to writing for him, he pays his money, and his advertisement appears.