text:  Is it possible for a thinking man to see these poor and (truth to tell) most money-loving people saving two or three shillings every time they drive their team to market or lime by the prostration of a gate and be at a loss to discover the secret of this midnight work spreading like wildfire? Why every transit which a farmer makes cost free is a spur to his avarice a tribute of submission to his lawless will a temptation to his ignorant impatience of _all_ payments to try his hand against all