Sonymad's grunting exceeded far beyond ear-rape level, and even Birchley's ears started to ring.

“The sun goes down quickly in the north, you know, especially in the winter.” She pauses, remembering the twilight and the sunset in a small border town by Tuman River that separates northern Korea, Manchuria, and Siberia.

[…] the men do the mowing, the women the raking, and with the exception of two villages, the men carry the hay on their backs and load the hay sleds and wagons. Children help with the raking, and carry hot meals from home to the hayers.

there are also searched for concealed Slaves, and goods contrabanded