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The
little
boy
jumped
clean
from
the
stool
.
“
My
man
,
don
’
t
you
be
afraid
,
”
said
the
dealer
in
red
,
suddenly
becoming
gentle
.
“
I
forgot
you
were
here
That
’
s
only
a
curious
way
reddlemen
have
of
going
mad
for
a
moment
;
but
they
don
’
t
hurt
anybody
.
And
what
did
the
lady
say
then
?
”
“
I
can
’
t
mind
.
Please
,
Master
Reddleman
,
may
I
go
home
-
along
now
?
”
“
Ay
,
to
be
sure
you
may
.
I
’
ll
go
a
bit
of
ways
with
you
.
”
He
conducted
the
boy
out
of
the
gravel
pit
and
into
the
path
leading
to
his
mother
’
s
cottage
.
When
the
little
figure
had
vanished
in
the
darkness
the
reddleman
returned
,
resumed
his
seat
by
the
fire
,
and
proceeded
to
darn
again
.
Reddlemen
of
the
old
school
are
now
but
seldom
seen
.
Since
the
introduction
of
railways
Wessex
farmers
have
managed
to
do
without
these
Mephistophelian
visitants
,
and
the
bright
pigment
so
largely
used
by
shepherds
in
preparing
sheep
for
the
fair
is
obtained
by
other
routes
.
Even
those
who
yet
survive
are
losing
the
poetry
of
existence
which
characterized
them
when
the
pursuit
of
the
trade
meant
periodical
journeys
to
the
pit
whence
the
material
was
dug
,
a
regular
camping
out
from
month
to
month
,
except
in
the
depth
of
winter
,
a
peregrination
among
farms
which
could
be
counted
by
the
hundred
,
and
in
spite
of
this
Arab
existence
the
preservation
of
that
respectability
which
is
insured
by
the
never
-
failing
production
of
a
well
-
lined
purse
.
Reddle
spreads
its
lively
hues
over
everything
it
lights
on
,
and
stamps
unmistakably
,
as
with
the
mark
of
Cain
,
any
person
who
has
handled
it
half
an
hour
.
A
child
’
s
first
sight
of
a
reddleman
was
an
epoch
in
his
life
.
That
blood
-
coloured
figure
was
a
sublimation
of
all
the
horrid
dreams
which
had
afflicted
the
juvenile
spirit
since
imagination
began
.
“
The
reddleman
is
coming
for
you
!
”
had
been
the
formulated
threat
of
Wessex
mothers
for
many
generations
.
He
was
successfully
supplanted
for
a
while
,
at
the
beginning
of
the
present
century
,
by
Buonaparte
;
but
as
process
of
time
rendered
the
latter
personage
stale
and
ineffective
the
older
phrase
resumed
its
early
prominence
.
And
now
the
reddleman
has
in
his
turn
followed
Buonaparte
to
the
land
of
worn
-
out
bogeys
,
and
his
place
is
filled
by
modern
inventions
.
The
reddleman
lived
like
a
gipsy
;
but
gipsies
he
scorned
.
