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"
I
do
not
see
the
Wen
among
the
honest
folk
about
me
.
Where
may
he
be
?
"
"
Poor
lad
,
his
diet
is
brimstone
,
now
,
and
over
hot
for
a
delicate
taste
.
He
was
killed
in
a
brawl
,
somewhere
about
midsummer
.
"
"
I
sorrow
to
hear
that
;
the
Wen
was
a
capable
man
,
and
brave
.
"
"
That
was
he
,
truly
.
Black
Bess
,
his
dell
,
is
of
us
yet
,
but
absent
on
the
eastward
tramp
;
a
fine
lass
,
of
nice
ways
and
orderly
conduct
,
none
ever
seeing
her
drunk
above
four
days
in
the
seven
.
"
"
She
was
ever
strict
--
I
remember
it
well
--
a
goodly
wench
and
worthy
all
commendation
.
Her
mother
was
more
free
and
less
particular
;
a
troublesome
and
ugly-tempered
beldame
,
but
furnished
with
a
wit
above
the
common
.
"
"
We
lost
her
through
it
.
Her
gift
of
palmistry
and
other
sorts
of
fortune-telling
begot
for
her
at
last
a
witch
's
name
and
fame
.
The
law
roasted
her
to
death
at
a
slow
fire
.
It
did
touch
me
to
a
sort
of
tenderness
to
see
the
gallant
way
she
met
her
lot
--
cursing
and
reviling
all
the
crowd
that
gaped
and
gazed
around
her
,
whilst
the
flames
licked
upward
toward
her
face
and
catched
her
thin
locks
and
crackled
about
her
old
gray
head
--
cursing
them
!
why
an
'
thou
should
's
t
live
a
thousand
years
thoud
's
t
never
hear
so
masterful
a
cursing
.
"
Alack
,
her
art
died
with
her
.
There
be
base
and
weakling
imitations
left
,
but
no
true
blasphemy
.
"
The
Ruffler
sighed
;
the
listeners
sighed
in
sympathy
;
a
general
depression
fell
upon
the
company
for
a
moment
,
for
even
hardened
outcasts
like
these
are
not
wholly
dead
to
sentiment
,
but
are
able
to
feel
a
fleeting
sense
of
loss
and
affliction
at
wide
intervals
and
under
peculiarly
favouring
circumstances
--
as
in
cases
like
to
this
,
for
instance
,
when
genius
and
culture
depart
and
leave
no
heir
.
However
,
a
deep
drink
all
round
soon
restored
the
spirits
of
the
mourners
.
"
Have
any
others
of
our
friends
fared
hardly
?
"
asked
Hobbs
.
"
Some
--
yes
.
Particularly
new
comers
--
such
as
small
husbandmen
turned
shiftless
and
hungry
upon
the
world
because
their
farms
were
taken
from
them
to
be
changed
to
sheep
ranges
.
They
begged
,
and
were
whipped
at
the
cart
's
tail
,
naked
from
the
girdle
up
,
till
the
blood
ran
;
then
set
in
the
stocks
to
be
pelted
;
they
begged
again
,
were
whipped
again
,
and
deprived
of
an
ear
;
they
begged
a
third
time
--
poor
devils
,
what
else
could
they
do
?
--
and
were
branded
on
the
cheek
with
a
red-hot
iron
,
then
sold
for
slaves
;
they
ran
away
,
were
hunted
down
,
and
hanged
.
'
Tis
a
brief
tale
,
and
quickly
told
.
Others
of
us
have
fared
less
hardly
.
