Spring SowingIt was still dark when Martin Delaney and his wife Mary got up. Martin stood in his shirt by the window， rubbing his eyes and yawning， while Mary raked out the live coals that had lain hidden in the ashes on the hearth all night. Outside ， cocks were crowing and a white streak was rising form the ground ， as it were， and beginning to scatter the darkness. It was a February morning, dry ， cold and starry.The couple sat down to their breakfast of tea, bread and butter, in silence。 They had only been married the previous autumn and it was hateful leaving a warm bed at such and early hour。 Martin， with his brown hair and eyes, his freckled face and his little fair moustache， looked too young to be married, and his wife looked hardly more than a girl, red-cheeked and blue—eyed, her black hair piled at the rear of her head with a large comb gleaming in the middle of the pile ， Spanish fashion. They were both dressed in rough homespuns， and both wore the loose white shirt that Inverara peasants use for work in the fields.They ate in silence, sleepy and yet on fire with excitement， for it was the first day of their first spring sowing as man and wife。 And each felt the glamour of that day on which they were to open up the earth together and plant seeds in it。 But somehow the imminence of an event that had been long expected loved, feared and prepared for made them dejected。 Mary， with her shrewd woman's mind, thought of as many things as there are in life as a woman would in the first joy and anxiety of her mating。 But Martin's mind was fixed on one thought. Would he be able to prove himself a man worthy of being the head of a fam...
