The Woman Who Vowed (The Demetrian)Harding, Ellison
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The Woman Who Vowed (The Demetrian)
Harding, Ellison
Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
"Your writers used to say it was impossible," he said; "just as the
English engineers once said the building of the Suez Canal was
impossible, and our own engineers the building of the Panama Canal was
impossible. As a matter of fact, Collectivism is as much easier than
your old plan as mowing with a reaper is easier than mowing with a
scythe. You will see this for yourself--and you will see" here his brow
darkened--"that the real problem--the as yet unsolved problem--is a very
different one. But Cleon must join the haymakers; what would you like to
do?"
I was much interested in the old man and was anxious to hear what he had
to say about the "as yet unsolved problem," which I already guessed. But
I was still more anxious to be with Lydia, so I asked:
"Does Cleon work with his sister?"
"Yes," said Cleon, "on the slope, a few minutes from here."
"Perhaps I had better make myself useful," said I hypocritically.
I thought I detected a little smile behind the big white beard as the
old man said to Cleon, "Well, hurry off now; you are late."
I followed Cleon up the hill. He explained to me on the way that the
meadows were all cut by machinery, but that the slopes had still to be
cut by hand. We soon came upon a group in which I recognized Lydia and
Ariston. They were on a steep hill. Lydia was swinging her scythe with
the strength and skill of a man. She was the nearest to me of a row of
ten, all swinging together. Ariston was singing an air that followed the
movement; he sang low; and all joined occasionally in a modulated
chorus. Cleon took up a scythe and joined them. I was glad to observe
that there was no scythe for me, for I had never handled one. I stood
watching the work. When the song was over they worked in silence, but
the rhythm of their swinging replaced the music. It reminded me of the
exhilarating harmony of an eight-oared crew. At last one of the girls
cried out, "I want to rest"; and all stopped.
"I was hoping some one would cry 'halt!'" said Ariston.
"So was I," whispered Lydia to him.
"So were we all," called out the rest.
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