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"
Nonsense
!
"
said
Caleb
,
with
his
most
peremptory
intonation
.
"
I
shall
go
and
speak
to
the
men
myself
.
It
’
s
all
ignorance
.
Somebody
has
been
telling
them
lies
.
The
poor
fools
don
’
t
know
any
better
.
"
"
I
shall
go
with
you
,
then
,
"
said
Fred
.
"
No
,
no
;
stay
where
you
are
.
I
don
’
t
want
your
young
blood
.
I
can
take
care
of
myself
.
"
Caleb
was
a
powerful
man
and
knew
little
of
any
fear
except
the
fear
of
hurting
others
and
the
fear
of
having
to
speechify
.
But
he
felt
it
his
duty
at
this
moment
to
try
and
give
a
little
harangue
.
There
was
a
striking
mixture
in
him
—
which
came
from
his
having
always
been
a
hard
-
working
man
himself
—
of
rigorous
notions
about
workmen
and
practical
indulgence
towards
them
.
To
do
a
good
day
’
s
work
and
to
do
it
well
,
he
held
to
be
part
of
their
welfare
,
as
it
was
the
chief
part
of
his
own
happiness
;
but
he
had
a
strong
sense
of
fellowship
with
them
.
When
he
advanced
towards
the
laborers
they
had
not
gone
to
work
again
,
but
were
standing
in
that
form
of
rural
grouping
which
consists
in
each
turning
a
shoulder
towards
the
other
,
at
a
distance
of
two
or
three
yards
.
They
looked
rather
sulkily
at
Caleb
,
who
walked
quickly
with
one
hand
in
his
pocket
and
the
other
thrust
between
the
buttons
of
his
waistcoat
,
and
had
his
every
-
day
mild
air
when
he
paused
among
them
.
"
Why
,
my
lads
,
how
’
s
this
?
"
he
began
,
taking
as
usual
to
brief
phrases
,
which
seemed
pregnant
to
himself
,
because
he
had
many
thoughts
lying
under
them
,
like
the
abundant
roots
of
a
plant
that
just
manages
to
peep
above
the
water
.
"
How
came
you
to
make
such
a
mistake
as
this
?
Somebody
has
been
telling
you
lies
.
You
thought
those
men
up
there
wanted
to
do
mischief
.
"
"
Aw
!
"
was
the
answer
,
dropped
at
intervals
by
each
according
to
his
degree
of
unreadiness
.
"
Nonsense
!
No
such
thing
!
They
’
re
looking
out
to
see
which
way
the
railroad
is
to
take
.
Now
,
my
lads
,
you
can
’
t
hinder
the
railroad
:
it
will
be
made
whether
you
like
it
or
not
.
And
if
you
go
fighting
against
it
,
you
’
ll
get
yourselves
into
trouble
.
The
law
gives
those
men
leave
to
come
here
on
the
land
.
The
owner
has
nothing
to
say
against
it
,
and
if
you
meddle
with
them
you
’
ll
have
to
do
with
the
constable
and
Justice
Blakesley
,
and
with
the
handcuffs
and
Middlemarch
jail
.
And
you
might
be
in
for
it
now
,
if
anybody
informed
against
you
.
"
Caleb
paused
here
,
and
perhaps
the
greatest
orator
could
not
have
chosen
either
his
pause
or
his
images
better
for
the
occasion
.
