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Sometimes at decline of day a creaking hay-waggon would lumber along, bending towards a courtyard in whose moss-grown recesses you discerned stacks of golden maize and pumpkins; apples and plum-trees, nodding drowsily over walls, littered the streets with snowy blossoms or fallen leaves. Commercial life was extinct. The few remaining shopkeepers wore an air of slumberous benevolence.
We ran into the gate while a hay-waggon was passing through, and surprised and captured all the garrison, men women and children. After we had burned and destroyed everything we turned the women and children adrift, but drove the men along as prisoners, making them carry our packs.
"Yes; only fancy going to meet his friends in a hay-waggon! What a start! He! he! he!" "It's such impudence in a low fellow like that..." and here Kenrick lost some words, for, as they passed, Jones lowered his voice; but he heard, only too plainly, the words "father" and "dishonest parson" the rest he could supply with fatal facility.
The wood became denser again, but occasionally we passed through little open bits where we could smell the hot sunshine and the dry, baked pine needles. Then, presently, we came to the edge of the grove, and I saw a hayfield lying in the blaze of day, and two horses basking lazily with switching tails in the shafts of a laden hay-waggon.
I didn't know what he was at, but he looked as good-humoured as anything. Halloo! give me my old hat, Nell that's it! Hurrah! for the hay-waggon! I saw the horses coming out! And off he went again full drive; and Alfred did nothing worse than give a little groan. Ellen had enough to do in wondering about Mr. Cope.
'Lizabeth turned quickly and held up her lantern. Under the shed, and barely four paces from her, sat a woman. The woman was perched against the shaft of a hay-waggon, with her feet resting on a mud-soiled carpet-bag.
The sun- bonneted individual called Priscilla walked or rather waddled towards the hay-waggon, and setting her arms akimbo on her broad hips, looked up with a grin at the young people on top. "Well! Ye're a fine couple up there! What are ye a-doin' of?" "Never mind what we're doing," said Robin, impatiently. "I say, Priscilla, do you think Uncle Hugo is really ill?"
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