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‘
Oh
yes
.
And
tall
trees
.
But
they
are
not
so
separate
from
the
sexton
’
s
labours
as
you
think
.
’
‘
No
!
’
‘
Not
in
my
mind
,
and
recollection
—
such
as
it
is
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Indeed
they
often
help
it
.
For
say
that
I
planted
such
a
tree
for
such
a
man
.
There
it
stands
,
to
remind
me
that
he
died
.
When
I
look
at
its
broad
shadow
,
and
remember
what
it
was
in
his
time
,
it
helps
me
to
the
age
of
my
other
work
,
and
I
can
tell
you
pretty
nearly
when
I
made
his
grave
.
’
‘
But
it
may
remind
you
of
one
who
is
still
alive
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Of
twenty
that
are
dead
,
in
connexion
with
that
one
who
lives
,
then
,
’
rejoined
the
old
man
;
‘
wife
,
husband
,
parents
,
brothers
,
sisters
,
children
,
friends
—
a
score
at
least
.
So
it
happens
that
the
sexton
’
s
spade
gets
worn
and
battered
.
I
shall
need
a
new
one
—
next
summer
.
’
The
child
looked
quickly
towards
him
,
thinking
that
he
jested
with
his
age
and
infirmity
:
but
the
unconscious
sexton
was
quite
in
earnest
.
‘
Ah
!
’
he
said
,
after
a
brief
silence
.
‘
People
never
learn
.
They
never
learn
.
It
’
s
only
we
who
turn
up
the
ground
,
where
nothing
grows
and
everything
decays
,
who
think
of
such
things
as
these
—
who
think
of
them
properly
,
I
mean
.
You
have
been
into
the
church
?
’
‘
I
am
going
there
now
,
’
the
child
replied
.
‘
There
’
s
an
old
well
there
,
’
said
the
sexton
,
‘
right
underneath
the
belfry
;
a
deep
,
dark
,
echoing
well
.
Forty
year
ago
,
you
had
only
to
let
down
the
bucket
till
the
first
knot
in
the
rope
was
free
of
the
windlass
,
and
you
heard
it
splashing
in
the
cold
dull
water
.
By
little
and
little
the
water
fell
away
,
so
that
in
ten
year
after
that
,
a
second
knot
was
made
,
and
you
must
unwind
so
much
rope
,
or
the
bucket
swung
tight
and
empty
at
the
end
.
In
ten
years
’
time
,
the
water
fell
again
,
and
a
third
knot
was
made
.
In
ten
years
more
,
the
well
dried
up
;
and
now
,
if
you
lower
the
bucket
till
your
arms
are
tired
,
and
let
out
nearly
all
the
cord
,
you
’
ll
hear
it
,
of
a
sudden
,
clanking
and
rattling
on
the
ground
below
;
with
a
sound
of
being
so
deep
and
so
far
down
,
that
your
heart
leaps
into
your
mouth
,
and
you
start
away
as
if
you
were
falling
in
.
’
