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"
Five
or
six
miles
.
"
Bathsheba
had
probably
left
Weatherbury
long
before
this
time
,
but
the
place
had
enough
interest
attaching
to
it
to
lead
Oak
to
choose
Shottsford
fair
as
his
next
field
of
inquiry
,
because
it
lay
in
the
Weatherbury
quarter
.
Moreover
,
the
Weatherbury
folk
were
by
no
means
uninteresting
intrinsically
.
If
report
spoke
truly
they
were
as
hardy
,
merry
,
thriving
,
wicked
a
set
as
any
in
the
whole
county
.
Oak
resolved
to
sleep
at
Weatherbury
that
night
on
his
way
to
Shottsford
,
and
struck
out
at
once
into
the
high
road
which
had
been
recommended
as
the
direct
route
to
the
village
in
question
.
The
road
stretched
through
water
-
meadows
traversed
by
little
brooks
,
whose
quivering
surfaces
were
braided
along
their
centres
,
and
folded
into
creases
at
the
sides
;
or
,
where
the
flow
was
more
rapid
,
the
stream
was
pied
with
spots
of
white
froth
,
which
rode
on
in
undisturbed
serenity
.
On
the
higher
levels
the
dead
and
dry
carcasses
of
leaves
tapped
the
ground
as
they
bowled
along
helter
-
skelter
upon
the
shoulders
of
the
wind
,
and
little
birds
in
the
hedges
were
rustling
their
feathers
and
tucking
themselves
in
comfortably
for
the
night
,
retaining
their
places
if
Oak
kept
moving
,
but
flying
away
if
he
stopped
to
look
at
them
.
He
passed
by
Yalbury
Wood
where
the
game
-
birds
were
rising
to
their
roosts
,
and
heard
the
crack
-
voiced
cock
-
pheasants
"
cu
-
uck
,
cuck
,
"
and
the
wheezy
whistle
of
the
hens
.
By
the
time
he
had
walked
three
or
four
miles
every
shape
in
the
landscape
had
assumed
a
uniform
hue
of
blackness
.
He
descended
Yalbury
Hill
and
could
just
discern
ahead
of
him
a
waggon
,
drawn
up
under
a
great
over
-
hanging
tree
by
the
roadside
.
On
coming
close
,
he
found
there
were
no
horses
attached
to
it
,
the
spot
being
apparently
quite
deserted
.
The
waggon
,
from
its
position
,
seemed
to
have
been
left
there
for
the
night
,
for
beyond
about
half
a
truss
of
hay
which
was
heaped
in
the
bottom
,
it
was
quite
empty
.
Gabriel
sat
down
on
the
shafts
of
the
vehicle
and
considered
his
position
.
He
calculated
that
he
had
walked
a
very
fair
proportion
of
the
journey
;
and
having
been
on
foot
since
daybreak
,
he
felt
tempted
to
lie
down
upon
the
hay
in
the
waggon
instead
of
pushing
on
to
the
village
of
Weatherbury
,
and
having
to
pay
for
a
lodging
.
Eating
his
last
slices
of
bread
and
ham
,
and
drinking
from
the
bottle
of
cider
he
had
taken
the
precaution
to
bring
with
him
,
he
got
into
the
lonely
waggon
.
Here
he
spread
half
of
the
hay
as
a
bed
,
and
,
as
well
as
he
could
in
the
darkness
,
pulled
the
other
half
over
him
by
way
of
bed
-
clothes
,
covering
himself
entirely
,
and
feeling
,
physically
,
as
comfortable
as
ever
he
had
been
in
his
life
.
Inward
melancholy
it
was
impossible
for
a
man
like
Oak
,
introspective
far
beyond
his
neighbours
,
to
banish
quite
,
whilst
conning
the
present
untoward
page
of
his
history
.
So
,
thinking
of
his
misfortunes
,
amorous
and
pastoral
,
he
fell
asleep
,
shepherds
enjoying
,
in
common
with
sailors
,
the
privilege
of
being
able
to
summon
the
god
instead
of
having
to
wait
for
him
.
On
somewhat
suddenly
awaking
,
after
a
sleep
of
whose
length
he
had
no
idea
,
Oak
found
that
the
waggon
was
in
motion
.
He
was
being
carried
along
the
road
at
a
rate
rather
considerable
for
a
vehicle
without
springs
,
and
under
circumstances
of
physical
uneasiness
,
his
head
being
dandled
up
and
down
on
the
bed
of
the
waggon
like
a
kettledrum
-
stick
.
He
then
distinguished
voices
in
conversation
,
coming
from
the
forpart
of
the
waggon
.
His
concern
at
this
dilemma
(
which
would
have
been
alarm
,
had
he
been
a
thriving
man
;
but
misfortune
is
a
fine
opiate
to
personal
terror
)
led
him
to
peer
cautiously
from
the
hay
,
and
the
first
sight
he
beheld
was
the
stars
above
him
.
Charles
’
s
Wain
was
getting
towards
a
right
angle
with
the
Pole
star
,
and
Gabriel
concluded
that
it
must
be
about
nine
o
’
clock
—
in
other
words
,
that
he
had
slept
two
hours
.
This
small
astronomical
calculation
was
made
without
any
positive
effort
,
and
whilst
he
was
stealthily
turning
to
discover
,
if
possible
,
into
whose
hands
he
had
fallen
.
Two
figures
were
dimly
visible
in
front
,
sitting
with
their
legs
outside
the
waggon
,
one
of
whom
was
driving
.
Gabriel
soon
found
that
this
was
the
waggoner
,
and
it
appeared
they
had
come
from
Casterbridge
fair
,
like
himself
.
