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"And I think--that you are ht, for any suet out of y one stepped

aside, somewhat hastily, which done, he re his bullet-head as one in sore perplexity

"I seen a oes in o as this 'ere--strike me dead!"

So I left him, and strode on down the hill As I went, the moon

shot out a feeble ray, through so back, I saw hiibbet, still scratching his bullethead, and staring after h the whole attitude and behavior of the felloas

puzzling to no sive ht but I forgot hi, dark road before and behind reat dejection So much so that I presently

sank wearily beside the way, and, restingthe night deepen about me

"And yet," said I tois to possess it,' then am I rich, for I have always

despised e to conde in this grassy

ditch beneath the stars, I shall slumber as sweetly as ever I did

between the snowy sheets" Saying which, I rose and began to

look about for soht I was thus engaged when I heard the creak of wheels,

and the pleasant rhythle of harness on the dark hill

above, and, in a little while, a great wagon or wain, piled high

with hay, hove into view, the driver of which rolled loosely in

his seat with every jolt of the wheels, so that it was a wonder

he did not roll off altogether As he came level with ht his

horses to a stand: "Hulloa!" he bellowed, in the loud, strident tone of one rudely

awakened, "w'at do 'ee i' I?"