A shilling's difference per acre in the cost of ploughing by horse-flesh or steam brings the latter into the field.

The sound of the flail is dying out of the land, and soon will be heard no more.

Even threshing machines worked by horses are being discarded, as too slow and old-fashioned.
Locomotive steam-engines, on broad-rimmed wheels, may be met on the turnpike road, travelling on their own legs from farm to farm to thresh out wheat, barley, oats, and beans, for a few pence per bushel.

They make nothing of ascending a hill without help, or of walking across a ploughed field to a rick-yard.

Iron post and rail fencing, in lengths of twenty feet on wheels, drawn about by a donkey, bids fair to supersede the old wooden hurdles for sheep fed on turnips or clover.