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As
the
day
drew
on
,
the
flocks
began
to
change
hands
,
lightening
the
shepherd
’
s
responsibilities
;
and
they
turned
their
attention
to
this
tent
and
inquired
of
a
man
at
work
there
,
whose
soul
seemed
concentrated
on
tying
a
bothering
knot
in
no
time
,
what
was
going
on
.
"
The
Royal
Hippodrome
Performance
of
Turpin
’
s
Ride
to
York
and
the
Death
of
Black
Bess
,
"
replied
the
man
promptly
,
without
turning
his
eyes
or
leaving
off
tying
.
As
soon
as
the
tent
was
completed
the
band
struck
up
highly
stimulating
harmonies
,
and
the
announcement
was
publicly
made
,
Black
Bess
standing
in
a
conspicuous
position
on
the
outside
,
as
a
living
proof
,
if
proof
were
wanted
,
of
the
truth
of
the
oracular
utterances
from
the
stage
over
which
the
people
were
to
enter
.
These
were
so
convinced
by
such
genuine
appeals
to
heart
and
understanding
both
that
they
soon
began
to
crowd
in
abundantly
,
among
the
foremost
being
visible
Jan
Coggan
and
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
who
were
holiday
keeping
here
to
-
day
.
"
That
’
s
the
great
ruffen
pushing
me
!
"
screamed
a
woman
in
front
of
Jan
over
her
shoulder
at
him
when
the
rush
was
at
its
fiercest
.
"
How
can
I
help
pushing
ye
when
the
folk
behind
push
me
?
"
said
Coggan
,
in
a
deprecating
tone
,
turning
his
head
towards
the
aforesaid
folk
as
far
as
he
could
without
turning
his
body
,
which
was
jammed
as
in
a
vice
.
There
was
a
silence
;
then
the
drums
and
trumpets
again
sent
forth
their
echoing
notes
.
The
crowd
was
again
ecstasied
,
and
gave
another
lurch
in
which
Coggan
and
Poorgrass
were
again
thrust
by
those
behind
upon
the
women
in
front
.
"
Oh
that
helpless
feymels
should
be
at
the
mercy
of
such
ruffens
!
"
exclaimed
one
of
these
ladies
again
,
as
she
swayed
like
a
reed
shaken
by
the
wind
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Coggan
,
appealing
in
an
earnest
voice
to
the
public
at
large
as
it
stood
clustered
about
his
shoulder
-
blades
,
"
did
ye
ever
hear
such
onreasonable
woman
as
that
?
Upon
my
carcase
,
neighbours
,
if
I
could
only
get
out
of
this
cheese
-
wring
,
the
damn
women
might
eat
the
show
for
me
!
"
"
Don
’
t
ye
lose
yer
temper
,
Jan
!
"
implored
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
in
a
whisper
.
"
They
might
get
their
men
to
murder
us
,
for
I
think
by
the
shine
of
their
eyes
that
they
be
a
sinful
form
of
womankind
.
"
Jan
held
his
tongue
,
as
if
he
had
no
objection
to
be
pacified
to
please
a
friend
,
and
they
gradually
reached
the
foot
of
the
ladder
,
Poorgrass
being
flattened
like
a
jumping
-
jack
,
and
the
sixpence
,
for
admission
,
which
he
had
got
ready
half
-
an
-
hour
earlier
,
having
become
so
reeking
hot
in
the
tight
squeeze
of
his
excited
hand
that
the
woman
in
spangles
,
brazen
rings
set
with
glass
diamonds
,
and
with
chalked
face
and
shoulders
,
who
took
the
money
of
him
,
hastily
dropped
it
again
from
a
fear
that
some
trick
had
been
played
to
burn
her
fingers
.
So
they
all
entered
,
and
the
cloth
of
the
tent
,
to
the
eyes
of
an
observer
on
the
outside
,
became
bulged
into
innumerable
pimples
such
as
we
observe
on
a
sack
of
potatoes
,
caused
by
the
various
human
heads
,
backs
,
and
elbows
at
high
pressure
within
.
