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"
I
’
ve
seen
worse
ones
on
human
shoulders
,
at
any
rate
,
"
said
Mother
Rigby
.
"
And
many
a
fine
gentleman
has
a
pumpkin
head
,
as
well
as
my
scarecrow
.
"
But
the
clothes
,
in
this
case
,
were
to
be
the
making
of
the
man
.
So
the
good
old
woman
took
down
from
a
peg
an
ancient
plum
-
colored
coat
of
London
make
,
and
with
relics
of
embroidery
on
its
seams
,
cuffs
,
pocket
-
flaps
,
and
button
-
holes
,
but
lamentably
worn
and
faded
,
patched
at
the
elbows
,
tattered
at
the
skirts
,
and
threadbare
all
over
.
On
the
left
breast
was
a
round
hole
,
whence
either
a
star
of
nobility
had
been
rent
away
,
or
else
the
hot
heart
of
some
former
wearer
had
scorched
it
through
and
through
.
The
neighbors
said
that
this
rich
garment
belonged
to
the
Black
Man
’
s
wardrobe
,
and
that
he
kept
it
at
Mother
Rigby
’
s
cottage
for
the
convenience
of
slipping
it
on
whenever
he
wished
to
make
a
grand
appearance
at
the
governor
’
s
table
.
To
match
the
coat
there
was
a
velvet
waistcoat
of
very
ample
size
,
and
formerly
embroidered
with
foliage
that
had
been
as
brightly
golden
as
the
maple
leaves
in
October
,
but
which
had
now
quite
vanished
out
of
the
substance
of
the
velvet
.
Next
came
a
pair
of
scarlet
breeches
,
once
worn
by
the
French
governor
of
Louisbourg
,
and
the
knees
of
which
had
touched
the
lower
step
of
the
throne
of
Louis
le
Grand
.
The
Frenchman
had
given
these
small
-
clothes
to
an
Indian
powwow
,
who
parted
with
them
to
the
old
witch
for
a
gill
of
strong
waters
,
at
one
of
their
dances
in
the
forest
.
Furthermore
,
Mother
Rigby
produced
a
pair
of
silk
stockings
and
put
them
on
the
figure
’
s
legs
,
where
they
showed
as
unsubstantial
as
a
dream
,
with
the
wooden
reality
of
the
two
sticks
making
itself
miserably
apparent
through
the
holes
.
Lastly
,
she
put
her
dead
husband
’
s
wig
on
the
bare
scalp
of
the
pumpkin
,
and
surmounted
the
whole
with
a
dusty
three
-
cornered
hat
,
in
which
was
stuck
the
longest
tail
feather
of
a
rooster
.
Then
the
old
dame
stood
the
figure
up
in
a
corner
of
her
cottage
and
chuckled
to
behold
its
yellow
semblance
of
a
visage
,
with
its
nobby
little
nose
thrust
into
the
air
.
It
had
a
strangely
self
-
satisfied
aspect
,
and
seemed
to
say
,
"
Come
look
at
me
!
"
"
And
you
are
well
worth
looking
at
,
that
’
s
a
fact
!
"
quoth
Mother
Rigby
,
in
admiration
at
her
own
handiwork
.
"
I
’
ve
made
many
a
puppet
since
I
’
ve
been
a
witch
,
but
methinks
this
is
the
finest
of
them
all
.
’
Tis
almost
too
good
for
a
scarecrow
.
And
,
by
the
by
,
I
’
ll
just
fill
a
fresh
pipe
of
tobacco
and
then
take
him
out
to
the
corn
-
patch
.
"
While
filling
her
pipe
the
old
woman
continued
to
gaze
with
almost
motherly
affection
at
the
figure
in
the
corner
.
To
say
the
truth
,
whether
it
were
chance
,
or
skill
,
or
downright
witchcraft
,
there
was
something
wonderfully
human
in
this
ridiculous
shape
,
bedizened
with
its
tattered
finery
;
and
as
for
the
countenance
,
it
appeared
to
shrivel
its
yellow
surface
into
a
grin
—
a
funny
kind
of
expression
betwixt
scorn
and
merriment
,
as
if
it
understood
itself
to
be
a
jest
at
mankind
.
The
more
Mother
Rigby
looked
the
better
she
was
pleased
.
"
Dickon
,
"
cried
she
sharply
,
"
another
coal
for
my
pipe
!
"
Hardly
had
she
spoken
,
than
,
just
as
before
,
there
was
a
red
-
glowing
coal
on
the
top
of
the
tobacco
.
She
drew
in
a
long
whiff
and
puffed
it
forth
again
into
the
bar
of
morning
sunshine
which
struggled
through
the
one
dusty
pane
of
her
cottage
window
.
Mother
Rigby
always
liked
to
flavor
her
pipe
with
a
coal
of
fire
from
the
particular
chimney
corner
whence
this
had
been
brought
.
But
where
that
chimney
corner
might
be
,
or
who
brought
the
coal
from
it
,
—
further
than
that
the
invisible
messenger
seemed
to
respond
to
the
name
of
Dickon
,
—
I
cannot
tell
.
"
That
puppet
yonder
,
"
thought
Mother
Rigby
,
still
with
her
eyes
fixed
on
the
scarecrow
,
"
is
too
good
a
piece
of
work
to
stand
all
summer
in
a
corn
-
patch
,
frightening
away
the
crows
and
blackbirds
.
He
’
s
capable
of
better
things
.
Why
,
I
’
ve
danced
with
a
worse
one
,
when
partners
happened
to
be
scarce
,
at
our
witch
meetings
in
the
forest
!
What
if
I
should
let
him
take
his
chance
among
the
other
men
of
straw
and
empty
fellows
who
go
bustling
about
the
world
?
"
