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that couldn’t use to make a round O to save their bones from the pit can write their names now without a sputter of the pen； oftentimes without a single blot—what do I say？why； almost without a desk to lean their stomachs and elbows upon。”
“True—‘tis amazing what a polish the world have been brought to；” said Humphrey。
“Why； afore I went a soldier in the Bang…up Locals （as we was called）； in the year four；” chimed in Grandfer Cantle brightly； “I didn’t know no more what the world was like than the monest man among ye。 And now； jown it all； I won’t say what I bain’t fit for； hey？”
“Couldst sign the book； no doubt；” said Fairway； “if wast young enough to join hands with a woman again； like Wildeve and Mis’ess Tamsin； which is more than Humph there could do； for he follows his father in learning。 Ah； Humph； well I can mind when I was married how I zid thy father’s mark staring me in the face as I went to put down my name。 He and your mother were the couple married just afore we were and there stood they father’s cross with arms stretched out like a great banging scarecrow。 What a terrible black cross that was—thy father’s very likeness in en！ To save my soul I couldn’t help laughing when I zid en； though all the time I was as hot as dog…days； what with the marrying； and what with the woman a…hanging to me； and what with Jack Changley and a lot more chaps grinning at me through church window。 But the next moment a strawmote would have knocked me down； for I called to mind that if thy father and mother had had high words once； they’d been at it twenty times since they’d been man and wife； and I zid myself as the next poor stunpoll to get into the same mess。。。。Ah—well； what a day ‘twas！”
“Wildeve is older than Tamsin Yeobright by a good…few summers。 A pretty maid too she is。 A young woman with a home must be a fool to tear her smock for a man like that。”
The speaker； a peat… or turf…cutter； who had newly joined the group； carried across his shoulder the singular heart…shaped spade of large dimensions used in that species of labour； and its well…whetted edge gleamed like a silver bow in the beams of the fire。
“A hundred maidens would have had him if he’d asked ‘em；” said the wide woman。
“Didst ever know a man； neighbour； that no woman at all would marry？” inquired Humphrey。
“I never did；” said the turf…cutter。
“Nor I；” said another。
“Nor I；” said Grandfer Cantle。
“Well； now； I did once；” said Timothy Fairway； adding more firmness to one of his legs。 “I did know of such a man。 But only once； mind。” He gave his throat a thorough rake round； as if it were the duty of every person not to be mistaken through thickness of voice。 “Yes； I knew of such a man；” he said。
“And what ghastly gallicrow might the poor fellow have been like； Master Fairway？” asked the turf…cutter。
“Well； ‘a was neither a deaf man； nor a dumb man； nor a blind man。 What ‘a was I don’t say。”
“Is he known in these parts？” said Olly Dowden。
“Hardly；” said Timothy； “but I name no name。。。e； keep the fire up there； youngsters。”
“Whatever is Christian Cantle’s teeth a…chattering for？” said a boy from amid the smoke and shades on the other side of the blaze。 “Be ye a…cold； Christian？”
A thin jibbering voice was heard to reply； “No； not at all。”
“e forward； Christian； and show yourself。 I didn’t know you were here；” said Fairway； with a humane look across towards that quarter。
Thus requested； a faltering man； with reedy hair； no shoulders； and a great quantity of wrist and ankle beyond his clothes； advanced a step or two by his own will； and was pushed by the will of others half a dozen steps more。 He was Grandfer Cantle’s youngest son。
“What be ye quaking for； Christian？” said the turf…cutter kindly。
“I’m the man。”
“What man？”
“The man no woman will marry。”
“The deuce you be！” said Timothy Fairway； enlarging his gaze to cover Christian’s whole surface and a great deal more； Grandfer Cantle meanwhile staring as a hen stares at the duck she has hatched。
“Yes； I be he； and it makes me afeard；” said Christian。 “D’ye think ‘twill hurt me？ I shall always say I don’t care； and swear to it； though I do care all the while。”
“Well； be damned if this isn’t the queerest start ever I know’d；” said Mr。 Fairway。 “I didn’t mean you at all。 There’s another in the country； then！ Why did ye reveal yer misfortune； Christian？”
“’Twas to be if ‘twas； I suppose。 I can’t help it； can I？” He turned upon them his painfully circular eyes； surrounded by concentric lines like targets。
“No； that’s true。 But ‘tis a melancholy thing； and my blood ran cold when you spoke； for I felt there were two poor fellows where I had thought only one。 ‘Tis a sad thing for ye； Christian。 How’st know the women won’t hae thee？”
“I’ve asked ‘em。”
“Sure I should never have thought you had the face。 Well； and what did the last one say to ye？ Nothing that can’t be got over； perhaps； after all？”
“’Get out of my sight； you slack…twisted； slim…looking maphrotight fool；’ was the woman’s words to me。”
“Not encouraging； I own；” said Fairway。 “’Get out of my sight； you slack…twisted； slim…looking maphrotight fool；’ is rather a hard way of saying No。 But even that might be overe by time and patience； so as to let a few grey hairs show themselves in the hussy’s head。 How old be you； Christian？”
“Thirty…one last tatie…digging； Mister Fairway。”
“Not a boy—not a boy。 Still there’s hope yet。”
“That’s my age by baptism； because that’s put down in the great book of the Judgment that they keep in church vestry； but Mother told me I was born some time afore I was christened。”
“Ah！”
“But she couldn’t tell when； to save her life； except that there was no moon。”
“No moon—that’s bad。 Hey； neighbours； that’s bad for him！”
“Yes； ‘tis bad；” said Grandfer Cantle； shaking his head。
“Mother know’d ‘twas no moon； for she asked another woman that had an almanac； as she did whenever a boy was born to her； because of the saying； ‘No moon； no man；’ which made her afeard every man…child she had。 Do ye really think it serious； Mister Fairway； that there was no moon？”
“Yes。 ‘No moon； no man。’ ‘Tis one of the truest sayings ever spit out。 The boy never es to anything that’s born at new moon。 A bad job for thee； Christian； that you should have showed your nose then of all days in the month。”
“I suppose the moon was terrible full when you were born？” said Christian； with a look of hopeless admiration at Fairway。
“Well； ‘a was not new；” Mr。 Fairway replied； with a disinterested gaze。
“I’d sooner go without drink at Lammas…tide than be a man of no moon；” continued Christian； in the same shattered recitative。 “’Tis said I be only the rames of a man； and no good for my race at all； and I suppose that’s the cause o’t。”
“Ay；” said Grandfer Cantle； somewhat subdued in spirit；
“and yet his mother cried for scores of hours when ‘a was a boy； for fear he should outgrow hisself and go for a soldier。”
“Well； there’s many just as bad as he。” said Fairway。
“Wethers must live their time as well as other sheep； poor soul。”
“So perhaps I shall rub on？ Ought I to be afeared o’ nights； Master Fairway？”
“You’ll have to lie alone all your life； and ‘tis not to married couples but to single sleepers that a ghost shows himself when ‘a do e。 One has been seen lately； too。 A very strange one。”
“No—don’t talk about it if ‘tis agreeable of ye not to！
‘Twill make my skin crawl when I think of it in bed alone。 But you will—ah； you will； I know； Timothy； and I shall dream all night o’t！ A very strange one？ What sort of a spirit did ye mean when ye said； a very strange one； Timothy？no； no—don’t tell me。”
“I don’t half believe in spirits myself。 But I think it ghostly enough—what I was told。 ‘Twas a little boy that zid it。”
“What was it like？no； don’t—“
“A red one。 Yes； most ghosts be white； but this is as if it had been dipped in blood。”
Christian drew a deep breath without letting it expand his body； and Humphrey said； “Where has it been seen？”
“Not exactly here； but in this same heth。 But ‘tisn’t a thing to talk about。 What do ye say；” continued Fairway in brisker tones； and turning upon them as if the idea had not been Grandfer Cantle’s—“what do you say to giving the new man and wife a bit of a song tonight afore we go to bed—being their wedding…day？ When folks are just married ‘tis as well to look glad o’t； since looking sorry won’t unjoin ‘em。 I am no drinker； as we know； but when the womenfolk and youngsters have gone home we can drop down across to the Quiet Woman； and strike up a ballet in front of the married folks’ door。 ‘Twill please the young wife； and that’s what I should like to do； for many’s the skinful I’ve had at her hands when she lived with her aunt at Blooms…End。”
“Hey？ And so we will！” said Grandfer Cantle； turning so briskly that his copper seals swung extravagantly。 “I’m as dry as a kex with biding up here in the wind； and I haven’t seen the colour of drink since nammet…time today。 ‘Tis said that the last brew at the Woman is very pretty drinking。 And； neighbours； if we should be a little late in the finishing； why； tomorrow’s Sunday； and we can sleep it off？”
“Grandfer Cantle！ you take things very careless for an old man；” said the wide woman。
“I take things careless； I do—too careless to please the women！ Klk！ I’ll sing the ‘Jovial Crew；’ or any other song； when a weak old man would cry his eyes out。 Jown it；
I am up for anything。
“The king’ look’d o’…ver his left’ shoul…der’；
And a grim’ look look’…ed hee’；
Earl Mar’…shal； he said’； but for’ my oath’
Or hang’…ed thou’ shouldst bee’。”
“Well； that’s what we’ll do；” said Fairway。 “We’ll give ‘em a song； an’ it please the Lord。 What’s the good of Thomasin’s cousin Clym a…ing home after the deed’s done？ He should have e afore； if so be he wanted to stop it； and marry her himself。”
“Perhaps he’s ing to bide with his mother a little time； as she must feel lonely now the maid’s gone。”
“Now； ‘tis very odd； but I never feel lonely—no； not at all；” said Grandfer Cantle。 “I am as brave in the nighttime as a’ admiral！”
The bonfire was by this time beginning to sink low； for the fuel had not been of that substantial sort which can support a blaze long。 Most of the other fires within the wide horizon were also dwindling weak。 Attentive observation of their brightness； colour； and length of existence would have revealed the quality of the material burnt； and through that； to some extent the natural produce of the district in which each bonfire was situate。 The clear； kingly effulgence that had characterized the majority expressed a heath and furze country like their own； which in one direction extended an unlimited number of miles； the rapid flares and extinctions at other points of the pass showed the lightest of fuel—straw； beanstalks； and the usual waste from arable land。 The most enduring of all—steady unaltering eyes like Planets—signified wood； such as hazel…branches； thorn…faggots； and stout billets。 Fires of the last…mentioned materials were rare； and though paratively small in magnitude beside the transient blazes； now began to get the best of them by mere long continuance。 The great ones had perished； but these remained。 They occupied the remotest visible positions—sky…backed summits rising out of rich coppice and plantation districts to the north； where the soil was different； and heath foreign and strange。
Save one； and this was the nearest of any； the moon of the whole shining throng。 It lay in a direction precisely opposite to that of the little window in the vale below。 Its nearness was such that； notwithstanding its actual smallness； its glow infinitely transcended theirs。
This quiet eye had attracted attention from time to time； and when their own fire had bee sunken and dim it attracted more； some even of the wood fires more recently lighted had reached their decline； but no change was perceptible here。
“To be sure； how near that fire is！” said Fairway。
“Seemingly。 I can see a fellow of some sort walking round it。
Little and good must be said of that fire； surely。”
“I can throw a stone there；” said the boy。
“And so can I！” said Grandfer Cantle。
“No； no； you can’t； my sonnies。 That fire is not much less than a mile off； for all that ‘a seems so near。”
“’Tis in the heath； but no furze；” said the turf…cutter。
“’Tis cleft…wood； that’s what ‘tis；” said Timothy Fairway。 “Nothing would burn like that except clean timber。 And ‘tis on the knap afore the old captain’s house at Mistover。 Such a queer mortal as that man is！ To have a little fire inside your own bank and ditch； that nobody else may enjoy it or e anigh it！ And what a zany an old chap must be； to light a bonfire when there’s no youngsters to please。”
“Cap’n Vye has been for a long walk today； and is quite tired out；” said Grandfer Cantle； “so ‘tisn’t likely to be he。”
“And he would hardly afford good fuel like that；” said the wide woman。
“Then it must be his granddaughter；” said Fairway。
“Not