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The land agent-“The weather being hot, he had no cravat, and wore his shirt collar wide open; so that every time he spoke something was seen to twitch and jerk up in his throat, like the little hammers in a harpsichord when the notes are struck. Perhaps it was the Truth feebly endeavoring to leap to his lips. If so, it never reached them.”

The four hearse-horses especially, reared and pranced, and showed their highest action, as if they knew a man was dead, and triumphed in it. “They break us, drive us, ride us; ill treat, abuse and maim us for their pleasure—But they die; Hurrah, they die!”

There were English..Irish..Welsh..and Scotch people there; all with their little store of coarse food and shabby clothes; and nearly all, with their families of children. There were children of all ages; from the baby at the breast to the.. girl..as much grown as her mother. Every kind of domestic suffering that is bred in poverty…and long travel..and yet infinitely less complaint…infinitely..more kindness