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Updated: June 5, 2025
The staff of life, naturally beautiful, oftentimes suggested the grave-digger's spade. Men and boys, and in those days even women and girls, were cut down while cutting the wheat. The fat folk grew lean and the lean leaner, while the rosy cheeks brought from Scotland and other cool countries across the sea faded to yellow like the wheat. We were all made slaves through the vice of over-industry.
He looked at Lutz in his shiny, black diagonals, undersized, sallow, his meaningless brown eyes as dull as the eyes of a dead fish, and he thought to himself as he walked away "That feller's in the right business, and, by gosh, he's thrown in with the right bunch." The grave-digger's mouth puckered in a whistle when Lutz went to his home to notify him that his services were needed. "What!
The young sailor was the grave-digger's boy; in the church register he was called Anne Lisbeth's son. The wind blew as it list; the sail flapped, then filled; the vessel flew on. It was wet, chill, dark as pitch; but worse was yet to come. Hark! What was that? With what had the boat come in contact? What had burst? What seemed to have caught it? It shifted round. Was it a sudden squall?
"You would not have people neglect their relations on a bridal occasion neither?" said Ravenswood, who was amused with the professional limitation of the grave-digger's philanthropy.
On arriving before the closed gate and the porter's pavilion Fauchelevent, who held the grave-digger's card in his hand, dropped it into the box, the porter pulled the rope, the gate opened, and they went out. "How well everything is going!" said Fauchelevent; "what a capital idea that was of yours, Father Madeleine!" They passed the Vaugirard barrier in the simplest manner in the world.
The shovel dropped from the grave-digger's shoulder. "Hop in here and help me roll him back." The grave-digger reluctantly obeyed. "This looks fierce to me." He wiped the cold perspiration from his forehead. "Take a rock and hammer in them shingle-nails and forget it!" When Dan Treu returned from his business trip to the County seat the undertaker met him smilingly.
And when he left the settlement it was thought he had got into the city and became a worthless. But here he is, made a man of himself and has not forgot his old friends." This was good news to Angeline and Hanz. Still the name of Price Bottom, the grave-digger's son, revived old if not pleasant memories. The odd old captain had not forgotten his first love.
Rebecca was therefore compelled to leave the Laird to proceed at his own snail's pace, convinced, by experience, of the grave-digger's aphorism, that your dull ass will not mend his pace for beating.
So turning from the stage, he amuses himself with minutely scanning the faces of the audience, and resolving in his mind that something will turn up in the grave-digger's scene, of which he is an enthusiastic admirer.
The grave-digger's dwelling was, like all such wretched habitations, an unfurnished and encumbered garret. A packing-case a coffin, perhaps took the place of a commode, a butter-pot served for a drinking-fountain, a straw mattress served for a bed, the floor served instead of tables and chairs.
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