Country Life
A Christmas Farm In one of the neatest and most charming of his verses E. V. L. wrote, so far as I remember : "Suppose that while the motor pants You miss the nightingale " But even occupants of the panting car can scarcely miss some of the newer sights and noises of rural England. For example, a car-load of motorists were astonished in Christmas-week by the spectacle of farm work as they drove at full speed down a flat and straight road near Newmarket. A Diesel tractor was hauling across the wide and level fields an eight-furrowed plough, turning up the ground of an acre in shorter time than a cottager could dig a perch of his garden. The sight was so striking that the driver stopped his car to see more of it. The tractor itself was novel in one respect : it was a Diesel with rubber wheels, and obviously did its work more quickly and easily than the iron-shod machines in general use. Even farm carts are now so tired. occasional
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