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"
Well
puffed
,
my
pretty
lad
!
"
still
cried
old
Mother
Rigby
.
"
Come
,
another
good
stout
whiff
,
and
let
it
be
with
might
and
main
.
Puff
for
thy
life
,
I
tell
thee
!
Puff
out
of
the
very
bottom
of
thy
heart
,
if
any
heart
thou
hast
,
or
any
bottom
to
it
!
Well
done
,
again
!
Thou
didst
suck
in
that
mouthful
as
if
for
the
pure
love
of
it
.
"
And
then
the
witch
beckoned
to
the
scarecrow
,
throwing
so
much
magnetic
potency
into
her
gesture
that
it
seemed
as
if
it
must
inevitably
be
obeyed
,
like
the
mystic
call
of
the
loadstone
when
it
summons
the
iron
.
"
Why
lurkest
thou
in
the
corner
,
lazy
one
?
"
said
she
.
"
Step
forth
!
Thou
hast
the
world
before
thee
!
"
Upon
my
word
,
if
the
legend
were
not
one
which
I
heard
on
my
grandmother
’
s
knee
,
and
which
had
established
its
place
among
things
credible
before
my
childish
judgment
could
analyze
its
probability
,
I
question
whether
I
should
have
the
face
to
tell
it
now
.
In
obedience
to
Mother
Rigby
’
s
word
,
and
extending
its
arm
as
if
to
reach
her
outstretched
hand
,
the
figure
made
a
step
forward
—
a
kind
of
hitch
and
jerk
,
however
,
rather
than
a
step
—
then
tottered
and
almost
lost
its
balance
.
What
could
the
witch
expect
?
It
was
nothing
,
after
all
,
but
a
scarecrow
stuck
upon
two
sticks
.
But
the
strong
-
willed
old
beldam
scowled
,
and
beckoned
,
and
flung
the
energy
of
her
purpose
so
forcibly
at
this
poor
combination
of
rotten
wood
,
and
musty
straw
,
and
ragged
garments
,
that
it
was
compelled
to
show
itself
a
man
,
in
spite
of
the
reality
of
things
.
So
it
stepped
into
the
bar
of
sunshine
.
There
it
stood
,
poor
devil
of
a
contrivance
that
it
was
!
—
with
only
the
thinnest
vesture
of
human
similitude
about
it
,
through
which
was
evident
the
stiff
,
rickety
,
incongruous
,
faded
,
tattered
,
good
-
for
-
nothing
patchwork
of
its
substance
,
ready
to
sink
in
a
heap
upon
the
floor
,
as
conscious
of
its
own
unworthiness
to
be
erect
.
Shall
I
confess
the
truth
?
At
its
present
point
of
vivification
,
the
scarecrow
reminds
me
of
some
of
the
lukewarm
and
abortive
characters
,
composed
of
heterogeneous
materials
,
used
for
the
thousandth
time
,
and
never
worth
using
,
with
which
romance
writers
(
and
myself
,
no
doubt
,
among
the
rest
)
have
so
overpeopled
the
world
of
fiction
.
But
the
fierce
old
hag
began
to
get
angry
and
show
a
glimpse
of
her
diabolic
nature
(
like
a
snake
’
s
head
,
peeping
with
a
hiss
out
of
her
bosom
)
,
at
this
pusillanimous
behavior
of
the
thing
which
she
had
taken
the
trouble
to
put
together
.
"
Puff
away
,
wretch
!
"
cried
she
,
wrathfully
.
"
Puff
,
puff
,
puff
,
thou
thing
of
straw
and
emptiness
!
thou
rag
or
two
!
thou
meal
bag
!
thou
pumpkin
head
!
thou
nothing
!
Where
shall
I
find
a
name
vile
enough
to
call
thee
by
?
Puff
,
I
say
,
and
suck
in
thy
fantastic
life
with
the
smoke
!
else
I
snatch
the
pipe
from
thy
mouth
and
hurl
thee
where
that
red
coal
came
from
.
"
Thus
threatened
,
the
unhappy
scarecrow
had
nothing
for
it
but
to
puff
away
for
dear
life
.
As
need
was
,
therefore
,
it
applied
itself
lustily
to
the
pipe
,
and
sent
forth
such
abundant
volleys
of
tobacco
smoke
that
the
small
cottage
kitchen
became
all
vaporous
.
The
one
sunbeam
struggled
mistily
through
,
and
could
but
imperfectly
define
the
image
of
the
cracked
and
dusty
window
pane
on
the
opposite
wall
.
Mother
Rigby
,
meanwhile
,
with
one
brown
arm
akimbo
and
the
other
stretched
towards
the
figure
,
loomed
grimly
amid
the
obscurity
with
such
port
and
expression
as
when
she
was
wont
to
heave
a
ponderous
nightmare
on
her
victims
and
stand
at
the
bedside
to
enjoy
their
agony
.
In
fear
and
trembling
did
this
poor
scarecrow
puff
.
But
its
efforts
,
it
must
be
acknowledged
,
served
an
excellent
purpose
;
for
,
with
each
successive
whiff
,
the
figure
lost
more
and
more
of
its
dizzy
and
perplexing
tenuity
and
seemed
to
take
denser
substance
.
Its
very
garments
,
moreover
,
partook
of
the
magical
change
,
and
shone
with
the
gloss
of
novelty
and
glistened
with
the
skilfully
embroidered
gold
that
had
long
ago
been
rent
away
.
And
,
half
revealed
among
the
smoke
,
a
yellow
visage
bent
its
lustreless
eyes
on
Mother
Rigby
.
