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Onward
,
onward
,
into
that
dimness
where
the
lights
of
Time
which
have
blazed
along
the
procession
,
are
flickering
in
their
sockets
!
And
whither
!
We
know
not
;
and
Death
,
hitherto
our
leader
,
deserts
us
by
the
wayside
,
as
the
tramp
of
our
innumerable
footsteps
echoes
beyond
his
sphere
.
He
knows
not
,
more
than
we
,
our
destined
goal
.
But
God
,
who
made
us
,
knows
,
and
will
not
leave
us
on
our
toilsome
and
doubtful
march
,
either
to
wander
in
infinite
uncertainty
,
or
perish
by
the
way
!
"
Dickon
,
"
cried
Mother
Rigby
,
"
a
coal
for
my
pipe
!
"
The
pipe
was
in
the
old
dame
’
s
mouth
when
she
said
these
words
.
She
had
thrust
it
there
after
filling
it
with
tobacco
,
but
without
stooping
to
light
it
at
the
hearth
,
where
indeed
there
was
no
appearance
of
a
fire
having
been
kindled
that
morning
.
Forthwith
,
however
,
as
soon
as
the
order
was
given
,
there
was
an
intense
red
glow
out
of
the
bowl
of
the
pipe
,
and
a
whiff
of
smoke
came
from
Mother
Rigby
’
s
lips
.
Whence
the
coal
came
,
and
how
brought
thither
by
an
invisible
hand
,
I
have
never
been
able
to
discover
.
"
Good
!
"
quoth
Mother
Rigby
,
with
a
nod
of
her
head
.
"
Thank
ye
,
Dickon
!
And
now
for
making
this
scarecrow
.
Be
within
call
,
Dickon
,
in
case
I
need
you
again
.
"
The
good
woman
had
risen
thus
early
(
for
as
yet
it
was
scarcely
sunrise
)
in
order
to
set
about
making
a
scarecrow
,
which
she
intended
to
put
in
the
middle
of
her
corn
-
patch
.
It
was
now
the
latter
week
of
May
,
and
the
crows
and
blackbirds
had
already
discovered
the
little
,
green
,
rolledup
leaf
of
the
Indian
corn
just
peeping
out
of
the
soil
.
She
was
determined
,
therefore
,
to
contrive
as
lifelike
a
scarecrow
as
ever
was
seen
,
and
to
finish
it
immediately
,
from
top
to
toe
,
so
that
it
should
begin
its
sentinel
’
s
duty
that
very
morning
.
Now
Mother
Rigby
(
as
everybody
must
have
heard
)
was
one
of
the
most
cunning
and
potent
witches
in
New
England
,
and
might
,
with
very
little
trouble
,
have
made
a
scarecrow
ugly
enough
to
frighten
the
minister
himself
.
But
on
this
occasion
,
as
she
had
awakened
in
an
uncommonly
pleasant
humor
,
and
was
further
dulcified
by
her
pipe
tobacco
,
she
resolved
to
produce
something
fine
,
beautiful
,
and
splendid
,
rather
than
hideous
and
horrible
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
set
up
a
hobgoblin
in
my
own
corn
-
patch
,
and
almost
at
my
own
doorstep
,
"
said
Mother
Rigby
to
herself
,
puffing
out
a
whiff
of
smoke
;
"
I
could
do
it
if
I
pleased
,
but
I
’
m
tired
of
doing
marvellous
things
,
and
so
I
’
ll
keep
within
the
bounds
of
every
-
day
business
just
for
variety
’
s
sake
.
Besides
,
there
is
no
use
in
scaring
the
little
children
for
a
mile
roundabout
,
though
’
t
is
true
I
’
m
a
witch
.
"
It
was
settled
,
therefore
,
in
her
own
mind
,
that
the
scarecrow
should
represent
a
fine
gentleman
of
the
period
,
so
far
as
the
materials
at
hand
would
allow
.
Perhaps
it
may
be
as
well
to
enumerate
the
chief
of
the
articles
that
went
to
the
composition
of
this
figure
.
The
most
important
item
of
all
,
probably
,
although
it
made
so
little
show
,
was
a
certain
broomstick
,
on
which
Mother
Rigby
had
taken
many
an
airy
gallop
at
midnight
,
and
which
now
served
the
scarecrow
by
way
of
a
spinal
column
,
or
,
as
the
unlearned
phrase
it
,
a
backbone
.
One
of
its
arms
was
a
disabled
flail
which
used
to
be
wielded
by
Goodman
Rigby
,
before
his
spouse
worried
him
out
of
this
troublesome
world
;
the
other
,
if
I
mistake
not
,
was
composed
of
the
pudding
stick
and
a
broken
rung
of
a
chair
,
tied
loosely
together
at
the
elbow
.
As
for
its
legs
,
the
right
was
a
hoe
handle
,
and
the
left
an
undistinguished
and
miscellaneous
stick
from
the
woodpile
.
Its
lungs
,
stomach
,
and
other
affairs
of
that
kind
were
nothing
better
than
a
meal
bag
stuffed
with
straw
.
Thus
we
have
made
out
the
skeleton
and
entire
corporosity
of
the
scarecrow
,
with
the
exception
of
its
head
;
and
this
was
admirably
supplied
by
a
somewhat
withered
and
shrivelled
pumpkin
,
in
which
Mother
Rigby
cut
two
holes
for
the
eyes
and
a
slit
for
the
mouth
,
leaving
a
bluish
-
colored
knob
in
the
middle
to
pass
for
a
nose
.
It
was
really
quite
a
respectable
face
.
