Excerpt from the novel Cornet and Clarinda:

“Still the tractor came, its engine at a slow, steady drone, its body vibrating, turning the clod-packed wheels into fertile earth. It had made several rows that resembled streaks laid bare like an army had cut it low. It was turning into another row and off on its way when Cornet saw a rose standing in the tractor’s path. He ran as fast as the earth would permit and the tractor and Cornet made a V for the rose.”