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Two
months
passed
away
.
We
are
brought
on
to
a
day
in
February
,
on
which
was
held
the
yearly
statute
or
hiring
fair
in
the
county
-
town
of
Casterbridge
.
At
one
end
of
the
street
stood
from
two
to
three
hundred
blithe
and
hearty
labourers
waiting
upon
Chance
—
all
men
of
the
stamp
to
whom
labour
suggests
nothing
worse
than
a
wrestle
with
gravitation
,
and
pleasure
nothing
better
than
a
renunciation
of
the
same
.
Among
these
,
carters
and
waggoners
were
distinguished
by
having
a
piece
of
whip
-
cord
twisted
round
their
hats
;
thatchers
wore
a
fragment
of
woven
straw
;
shepherds
held
their
sheep
-
crooks
in
their
hands
;
and
thus
the
situation
required
was
known
to
the
hirers
at
a
glance
.
In
the
crowd
was
an
athletic
young
fellow
of
somewhat
superior
appearance
to
the
rest
—
in
fact
,
his
superiority
was
marked
enough
to
lead
several
ruddy
peasants
standing
by
to
speak
to
him
inquiringly
,
as
to
a
farmer
,
and
to
use
"
Sir
"
as
a
finishing
word
.
His
answer
always
was
,
—
"
I
am
looking
for
a
place
myself
—
a
bailiff
’
s
.
Do
ye
know
of
anybody
who
wants
one
?
"
Gabriel
was
paler
now
.
His
eyes
were
more
meditative
,
and
his
expression
was
more
sad
.
He
had
passed
through
an
ordeal
of
wretchedness
which
had
given
him
more
than
it
had
taken
away
.
He
had
sunk
from
his
modest
elevation
as
pastoral
king
into
the
very
slime
-
pits
of
Siddim
;
but
there
was
left
to
him
a
dignified
calm
he
had
never
before
known
,
and
that
indifference
to
fate
which
,
though
it
often
makes
a
villain
of
a
man
,
is
the
basis
of
his
sublimity
when
it
does
not
.
And
thus
the
abasement
had
been
exaltation
,
and
the
loss
gain
.
In
the
morning
a
regiment
of
cavalry
had
left
the
town
,
and
a
sergeant
and
his
party
had
been
beating
up
for
recruits
through
the
four
streets
.
As
the
end
of
the
day
drew
on
,
and
he
found
himself
not
hired
,
Gabriel
almost
wished
that
he
had
joined
them
,
and
gone
off
to
serve
his
country
.
Weary
of
standing
in
the
market
-
place
,
and
not
much
minding
the
kind
of
work
he
turned
his
hand
to
,
he
decided
to
offer
himself
in
some
other
capacity
than
that
of
bailiff
.
All
the
farmers
seemed
to
be
wanting
shepherds
.
Sheep
-
tending
was
Gabriel
’
s
speciality
.
Turning
down
an
obscure
street
and
entering
an
obscurer
lane
,
he
went
up
to
a
smith
’
s
shop
.
"
How
long
would
it
take
you
to
make
a
shepherd
’
s
crook
?
"
"
Twenty
minutes
.
"
"
How
much
?
"
