Ch1: Picture of a Juggernaut

The wallpaper in the corridor is sage green as a tip of the hat to the aesthetes.  Who built the corridors?  They seem to be extremely extensive, yet little-used.  How often is the guest house ever visited?  There are so many mysteries.  Now, in that guest house, Ragnar marvels at a picture:

"...a huge cart was being pulled along a country road, marble pillars bolstering its sides, it contained dozens of people who looked like they represented the residents of a small town – tradesmen, wives, wealthy merchants, poor laborers, children, dogs, and there, the massive wheels rolling over the countryside, pulling the juggernaut along."

When I was about eight, we were taken on a field trip to Stan Hywet Hall,  the mansion of one of the rubber barons, F. A. Seiberling.  We arrived,

 entered,

 and found the twelfth largest house in the United States, a sprawling, tasteless idolization of Tudor England.

It was there, in a window, in a stairwell, possibly a service stairwell, that I saw the lithograph described above.

I asked about it, but it was the policy of our educators not to divulge any knowledge that might not be understood immediately (and so, from year to year, almost nothing new ever emerged).  The most I could get out of them was that it represented some idea of society current around the turn of the century.  What was it?  I still don't know, and I've never located the picture again.  I doubt the Seiberlings would have had this picture hanging in their house, but let's say it was something like this: