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"
It
war
good
foon
,
I
’
d
be
bound
,
"
said
Hiram
,
whose
fun
was
much
restricted
by
circumstances
.
"
Well
,
I
wouldn
’
t
meddle
with
’
em
myself
,
"
said
Solomon
.
"
But
some
say
this
country
’
s
seen
its
best
days
,
and
the
sign
is
,
as
it
’
s
being
overrun
with
these
fellows
trampling
right
and
left
,
and
wanting
to
cut
it
up
into
railways
;
and
all
for
the
big
traffic
to
swallow
up
the
little
,
so
as
there
shan
’
t
be
a
team
left
on
the
land
,
nor
a
whip
to
crack
.
"
"
I
’
ll
crack
MY
whip
about
their
ear
’
n
,
afore
they
bring
it
to
that
,
though
,
"
said
Hiram
,
while
Mr
.
Solomon
,
shaking
his
bridle
,
moved
onward
.
Nettle
-
seed
needs
no
digging
.
The
ruin
of
this
countryside
by
railroads
was
discussed
,
not
only
at
the
"
Weights
and
Scales
,
"
but
in
the
hay
-
field
,
where
the
muster
of
working
hands
gave
opportunities
for
talk
such
as
were
rarely
had
through
the
rural
year
.
One
morning
,
not
long
after
that
interview
between
Mr
.
Farebrother
and
Mary
Garth
,
in
which
she
confessed
to
him
her
feeling
for
Fred
Vincy
,
it
happened
that
her
father
had
some
business
which
took
him
to
Yoddrell
’
s
farm
in
the
direction
of
Frick
:
it
was
to
measure
and
value
an
outlying
piece
of
land
belonging
to
Lowick
Manor
,
which
Caleb
expected
to
dispose
of
advantageously
for
Dorothea
(
it
must
be
confessed
that
his
bias
was
towards
getting
the
best
possible
terms
from
railroad
companies
)
.
He
put
up
his
gig
at
Yoddrell
’
s
,
and
in
walking
with
his
assistant
and
measuring
-
chain
to
the
scene
of
his
work
,
he
encountered
the
party
of
the
company
’
s
agents
,
who
were
adjusting
their
spirit
-
level
.
After
a
little
chat
he
left
them
,
observing
that
by
-
and
-
by
they
would
reach
him
again
where
he
was
going
to
measure
.
It
was
one
of
those
gray
mornings
after
light
rains
,
which
become
delicious
about
twelve
o
’
clock
,
when
the
clouds
part
a
little
,
and
the
scent
of
the
earth
is
sweet
along
the
lanes
and
by
the
hedgerows
.
The
scent
would
have
been
sweeter
to
Fred
Vincy
,
who
was
coming
along
the
lanes
on
horseback
,
if
his
mind
had
not
been
worried
by
unsuccessful
efforts
to
imagine
what
he
was
to
do
,
with
his
father
on
one
side
expecting
him
straightway
to
enter
the
Church
,
with
Mary
on
the
other
threatening
to
forsake
him
if
he
did
enter
it
,
and
with
the
working
-
day
world
showing
no
eager
need
whatever
of
a
young
gentleman
without
capital
and
generally
unskilled
.
It
was
the
harder
to
Fred
’
s
disposition
because
his
father
,
satisfied
that
he
was
no
longer
rebellious
,
was
in
good
humor
with
him
,
and
had
sent
him
on
this
pleasant
ride
to
see
after
some
greyhounds
.
Even
when
he
had
fixed
on
what
he
should
do
,
there
would
be
the
task
of
telling
his
father
.
But
it
must
be
admitted
that
the
fixing
,
which
had
to
come
first
,
was
the
more
difficult
task
:
—
what
secular
avocation
on
earth
was
there
for
a
young
man
(
whose
friends
could
not
get
him
an
"
appointment
"
)
which
was
at
once
gentlemanly
,
lucrative
,
and
to
be
followed
without
special
knowledge
?
Riding
along
the
lanes
by
Frick
in
this
mood
,
and
slackening
his
pace
while
he
reflected
whether
he
should
venture
to
go
round
by
Lowick
Parsonage
to
call
on
Mary
,
he
could
see
over
the
hedges
from
one
field
to
another
.
Suddenly
a
noise
roused
his
attention
,
and
on
the
far
side
of
a
field
on
his
left
hand
he
could
see
six
or
seven
men
in
smock
-
frocks
with
hay
-
forks
in
their
hands
making
an
offensive
approach
towards
the
four
railway
agents
who
were
facing
them
,
while
Caleb
Garth
and
his
assistant
were
hastening
across
the
field
to
join
the
threatened
group
.
Fred
,
delayed
a
few
moments
by
having
to
find
the
gate
,
could
not
gallop
up
to
the
spot
before
the
party
in
smock
-
frocks
,
whose
work
of
turning
the
hay
had
not
been
too
pressing
after
swallowing
their
mid
-
day
beer
,
were
driving
the
men
in
coats
before
them
with
their
hay
-
forks
;
while
Caleb
Garth
’
s
assistant
,
a
lad
of
seventeen
,
who
had
snatched
up
the
spirit
-
level
at
Caleb
’
s
order
,
had
been
knocked
down
and
seemed
to
be
lying
helpless
.
The
coated
men
had
the
advantage
as
runners
,
and
Fred
covered
their
retreat
by
getting
in
front
of
the
smock
-
frocks
and
charging
them
suddenly
enough
to
throw
their
chase
into
confusion
.
"
What
do
you
confounded
fools
mean
?
"
shouted
Fred
,
pursuing
the
divided
group
in
a
zigzag
,
and
cutting
right
and
left
with
his
whip
.
"
I
’
ll
swear
to
every
one
of
you
before
the
magistrate
.
You
’
ve
knocked
the
lad
down
and
killed
him
,
for
what
I
know
.
You
’
ll
every
one
of
you
be
hanged
at
the
next
assizes
,
if
you
don
’
t
mind
,
"
said
Fred
,
who
afterwards
laughed
heartily
as
he
remembered
his
own
phrases
.
The
laborers
had
been
driven
through
the
gate
-
way
into
their
hay
-
field
,
and
Fred
had
checked
his
horse
,
when
Hiram
Ford
,
observing
himself
at
a
safe
challenging
distance
,
turned
back
and
shouted
a
defiance
which
he
did
not
know
to
be
Homeric
.
"
Yo
’
re
a
coward
,
yo
are
.
Yo
git
off
your
horse
,
young
measter
,
and
I
’
ll
have
a
round
wi
’
ye
,
I
wull
.
Yo
daredn
’
t
come
on
wi
’
out
your
hoss
an
’
whip
.
I
’
d
soon
knock
the
breath
out
on
ye
,
I
would
.
"
