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her now gave way； and down he rolled over the scarp of grey sand to the very foot of the man。
The red man opened the lantern and turned it upon the figure of the prostrate boy。
“Who be ye？” he said。
“Johnny Nunsuch； master！”
“What were you doing up there？”
“I don’t know。”
“Watching me； I suppose？”
“Yes； master。”
“What did you watch me for？”
“Because I was ing home from Miss Vye’s bonfire。”
“Beest hurt？”
“No。”
“Why； yes； you be—your hand is bleeding。 e under my tilt and let me tie it up。”
“Please let me look for my sixpence。”
“How did you e by that？”
“Miss Vye gied it to me for keeping up her bonfire。”
The sixpence was found； and the man went to the van； the boy behind； almost holding his breath。
The man took a piece of rag from a satchel containing sewing materials； tore off a strip； which； like everything else； was tinged red； and proceeded to bind up the wound。
“My eyes have got foggy…like—please may I sit down； master？” said the boy。
“To be sure； poor chap。 ‘Tis enough to make you feel fainty。
Sit on that bundle。”
The man finished tying up the gash； and the boy said； “I think I’ll go home now； master。”
“You are rather afraid of me。 Do you know what I be？”
The child surveyed his vermilion figure up and down with much misgiving and finally said； “Yes。”
“Well； what？”
“The reddleman！” he faltered。
“Yes； that’s what I be。 Though there’s more than one。 You little children think there’s only one cuckoo； one fox； one giant； one devil； and one reddleman； when there’s lots of us all。”
“Is there？ You won’t carry me off in your bags； will ye； master？ ‘Tis said that the reddleman will sometimes。”
“Nonsense。 All that reddlemen do is sell reddle。 You see all these bags at the back of my cart？ They are not full of little boys—only full of red stuff。”
“Was you born a reddleman？”
“No； I took to it。 I should be as white as you if I were to give up the trade—that is； I should be white in time—perhaps six months； not at first； because ‘tis grow’d into my skin and won’t wash out。 Now； you’ll never be afraid of a reddleman again； will ye？”
“No； never。 Willy Orchard said he seed a red ghost here t’other day—perhaps that was you？”
“I was here t’other day。”
“Were you making that dusty light I saw by now？”
“Oh yes； I was beating out some bags。 And have you had a good bonfire up there？ I saw the light。 Why did Miss Vye want a bonfire so bad that she should give you sixpence to keep it up？”
“I don’t know。 I was tired； but she made me bide and keep up the fire just the same； while she kept going up across Rainbarrow way。”
“And how long did that last？”
“Until a hopfrog jumped into the pond。”
The reddleman suddenly ceased to talk idly。 “A hopfrog？” he inquired。 “Hopfrogs don’t jump into ponds this time of year。”
“They do； for I heard one。”
“Certain…sure？”
“Yes。 She told me afore that I should hear’n； and so I did。 They say she’s clever and deep； and perhaps she charmed ‘en to e。”
“And what then？”
“Then I came down here； and I was afeard； and I went back； but I didn’t like to speak to her； because of the gentleman； and I came on here again。”
“A gentleman—ah！ What did she say to him； my man？”
“Told him she supposed he had not married the other woman because he liked his old sweetheart best； and things like that。”
“What did the gentleman say to her； my sonny？”
“He only said he did like her best； and how he was ing to see her again under Rainbarrow o’ nights。”
“Ha！” cried the reddleman； slapping his hand against the side of his van so that the whole fabric shook under the blow。 “That’s the secret o’t！”
The little boy jumped clean from the stool。
“My man； don’t you be afraid；” said the dealer in red； suddenly being 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。
9 … Love Leads a Shrewd Man into Strategy
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 ing 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。 He was about as thriving as travelling basket and mat makers； but he had nothing to do with them。 He was more decently born and brought up than the cattledrovers who passed and repassed him in his wanderings； but they merely nodded to him。 His stock was more valuable than that of pedlars； but they did not think so； and passed his cart with eyes straight ahead。 He was such an unnatural colour to look at that the men of roundabouts and waxwork shows seemed gentlemen beside him； but he considered them low pany； and remained aloof。 Among all these squatters and folks of the road the reddleman continually found himself； yet he was not of them。 His occupation tended to isolate him； and isolated he was mostly seen to be。
It was sometimes suggested that reddlemen were criminals for whose misdeeds other men wrongfully suffered—that in escaping the law they had not escaped their own consciences； and had taken to the trade as a lifelong penance。 Else why should they have chosen it？ In the present case such a question would have been particularly apposite。 The reddleman who had entered Egdon that afternoon was an instance of the pleasing being wasted to form the ground…work of the singular； when an ugly foundation would have done just as well for that purpose。 The one point that was forbidding about this reddleman was his colour。 Freed from that he would have been as agreeable a specimen of rustic manhood as one would often see。 A keen observer might have been inclined to think—which was； indeed； partly the truth—that he had relinquished his proper station in life for want of interest in it。 Moreover； after looking at him one would have hazarded the guess that good nature； and an acuteness as extreme as it could be without verging on craft； formed the framework of his character。
While he darned the stocking his face became rigid with thought。 Softer expressions followed this； and then again recurred the tender sadness which had sat upon him during his drive along the highway that afternoon。 Presently his needle stopped。 He laid down the stocking； arose from his seat； and took a leathern pouch from a hook in the corner of the van。 This contained among other articles a brown…paper packet； which； to judge from the hinge…like character of its worn folds； seemed to have been carefully opened and closed a good many times。 He sat down on a three…legged milking stool that formed the only seat in the van； and； examining his packet by the light of a candle； took thence an old letter and spread it open。 The writing had originally been traced on white paper； but the letter had now assumed a pale red tinge from the accident of its situation； and the black strokes of writing thereon looked like the twigs of a winter hedge against a vermilion sunset。 The letter bore a date some two years previous to that time； and was signed “Thomasin Yeobright。” It ran as follows：
DEAR DIGGORY VENN；The question you put when you
overtook me ing home from Pond…close gave me such a surprise that I am afraid I did not make you exactly understand what I meant。 Of course； if my aunt had not met me I could have explained all then at once； but as it was there was no chance。 I have been quite uneasy since； as you know I do not wish to pain you； yet I fear I shall be doing so now in contradicting what I seemed to say then。 I cannot； Diggory； marry you； or think of letting you call me your sweetheart。 I could not； indeed； Diggory。 I hope you will not much mind my saying this； and feel in a great pain。 It makes me very sad when I think it may； for I like you very much； and I always put you next to my cousin Clym in my mind。 There are so many reasons why we cannot be married that I can hardly name them all in a letter。 I did not in the least expect that you were going to speak on such a thing when you followed me； because I had never thought of you in the sense of a lover at all。 You must not becall me for laughing when you spoke； you mistook when you thought I laughed at you as a foolish man。 I laughed because the idea was so odd； and not at you at all。 The great reason with my own personal self for not letting you court me is； that I do not feel the things a woman ought to feel who consents to walk with you with the meaning of being your wife。 It is not as you think； that I have another in my mind； for I do not encourage anybody； and never have in my life。
Another reason is my aunt。 She would not； I know； agree to it；
even if I wished to have you。 She likes you very well；
but she will want me to look a little higher than a small
dairy…farmer； and marry a professional man。 I hope you
will not set your heart against me for writing plainly；
but I felt you might try to see me again； and it is better
that we should not meet。 I shall always think of you
as a good man； and be anxious for your well…doing。 I send
this by Jane Orchard’s little maid；And remain Diggory；
your faithful friend；
THOMASIN YEOBRIGHT。
To MR。 VENN； Dairy…farmer。
Since the arrival of that letter； on a certain autumn morning long ago； the reddleman and Thomasin had not met till today。 During the interval he had shifted his position even further from hers than it had originally been； by adopting the reddle trade； though he was really in very good circumstances still。 Indeed； seeing that his expenditure was only one…fourth of his ine； he might have been called a prosperous man。
Rejected suitors take to roaming as naturally as unhived bees； and the business to which he had cynically devoted himself was in many ways congenial to Venn。 But his wanderings； by mere stress of old emotions； had frequently taken an Egdon direction； though he never intruded upon her who attracted him thither。 To be in Thomasin’s heath； and near her； yet unseen； was the one ewe…lamb of pleasure left to him。
Then came the incident of that day； and the reddleman； still loving her well； was excited by this accidental service to her at a critical juncture to vow an active devotion to her cause； instead of； as hitherto； sighing and holding aloof。 After what had happened it was impossible that he should not doubt the honesty of Wildeve’s intentions。 But her hope was apparently centred upon him； and dismissing his regrets Venn determined to aid her to be happy in her own chosen way。 That this way was； of all others； the most distressing to himself； was awkward enough； but the reddleman’s love was generous。
His first active step in watching over Thomasin’s interests was taken about seven o’clock the next evening and was dictated by the news which he had learnt from the sad boy。 That Eustacia was somehow the cause of Wildeve’s carelessness in relation to the marriage had at once been Venn’s conclusion on hearing of the secret meeting between them。 It did not occur to his mind that Eustacia’s love signal to Wildeve was the tender effect upon the deserted beauty of the intelligence which her grandfather had brought home。 His instinct was to regard her as a conspirator against rather than as an antecedent obstacle to Thomasin’s happiness。
During the day he had been exceedingly anxious to learn the condition of Thomasin； but he did not venture to intrude upon a threshold to which he was a stranger； particularly at such an unpleasant mom