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In the porch sat Job, with Old Amos and the rest, still in soleloo myself up beside the Ancient in the cart

"A fule's journey!" remarked Old Amos sententiously, with a wave

of his pipe; "a fule's journey!"

The Ancient cast an observing eye up at the cloudless sky, and

also nodded solemnly

"Theer be some fules in this world, Peter, as e--wi' thieves, an' lazy

waggabones--like Job--but we'll show 'e 'em! Drive on, Simon, my bye!"

So, with this Parthian shot, feathered with the one strong word

the Ancient kept for such occasions, we drove away froroup, who stared mutely after us until ere lost to

view But the last thing I saas the light in Prue's sweet

eyes as she watched us from the open lattice