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Oak
gazed
with
misgiving
at
eight
naked
and
unprotected
ricks
,
massive
and
heavy
with
the
rich
produce
of
one
-
half
the
farm
for
that
year
.
He
went
on
to
the
barn
.
This
was
the
night
which
had
been
selected
by
Sergeant
Troy
—
ruling
now
in
the
room
of
his
wife
—
for
giving
the
harvest
supper
and
dance
.
As
Oak
approached
the
building
the
sound
of
violins
and
a
tambourine
,
and
the
regular
jigging
of
many
feet
,
grew
more
distinct
.
He
came
close
to
the
large
doors
,
one
of
which
stood
slightly
ajar
,
and
looked
in
.
The
central
space
,
together
with
the
recess
at
one
end
,
was
emptied
of
all
incumbrances
,
and
this
area
,
covering
about
two
-
thirds
of
the
whole
,
was
appropriated
for
the
gathering
,
the
remaining
end
,
which
was
piled
to
the
ceiling
with
oats
,
being
screened
off
with
sail
-
cloth
.
Tufts
and
garlands
of
green
foliage
decorated
the
walls
,
beams
,
and
extemporized
chandeliers
,
and
immediately
opposite
to
Oak
a
rostrum
had
been
erected
,
bearing
a
table
and
chairs
.
Here
sat
three
fiddlers
,
and
beside
them
stood
a
frantic
man
with
his
hair
on
end
,
perspiration
streaming
down
his
cheeks
,
and
a
tambourine
quivering
in
his
hand
.
The
dance
ended
,
and
on
the
black
oak
floor
in
the
midst
a
new
row
of
couples
formed
for
another
.
"
Now
,
ma
’
am
,
and
no
offence
I
hope
,
I
ask
what
dance
you
would
like
next
?
"
said
the
first
violin
.
"
Really
,
it
makes
no
difference
,
"
said
the
clear
voice
of
Bathsheba
,
who
stood
at
the
inner
end
of
the
building
,
observing
the
scene
from
behind
a
table
covered
with
cups
and
viands
.
Troy
was
lolling
beside
her
.
"
Then
,
"
said
the
fiddler
,
"
I
’
ll
venture
to
name
that
the
right
and
proper
thing
is
’
The
Soldier
’
s
Joy
’
—
there
being
a
gallant
soldier
married
into
the
farm
—
hey
,
my
sonnies
,
and
gentlemen
all
?
"
"
It
shall
be
’
The
Soldier
’
s
Joy
,
’
"
exclaimed
a
chorus
.
"
Thanks
for
the
compliment
,
"
said
the
sergeant
gaily
,
taking
Bathsheba
by
the
hand
and
leading
her
to
the
top
of
the
dance
.
"
For
though
I
have
purchased
my
discharge
from
Her
Most
Gracious
Majesty
’
s
regiment
of
cavalry
the
11th
Dragoon
Guards
,
to
attend
to
the
new
duties
awaiting
me
here
,
I
shall
continue
a
soldier
in
spirit
and
feeling
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
