And among the houses of the hamlet, that nestle
half-hidden among sheltering trees, are the sounds of
the labours of the autumn the sound of the flail upon
the granary floor, the low rumble of the cider mill ;
while the scent of the crushed apples hangs heavy on
the air, and from distant fields of stubble comes the
creaking of the plough.
Idylls of the field (1890)-Knight, Francis A.