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Updated: June 23, 2025
The weapons with which we have gained our most important victories, which should be handed down as heirlooms from father to son, are not the sword and the lance, but the bushwhack, the turf-cutter, the spade, and the bog hoe, rusted with the blood of many a meadow, and begrimed with the dust of many a hard-fought field.
This being ended, he said heartily, "Here's welcome to the newmade couple, and God bless 'em!" "Thank you," said Wildeve, with dry resentment, his face as gloomy as a thunderstorm. At the Grandfer's heels now came the rest of the group, which included Fairway, Christian, Sam the turf-cutter, Humphrey, and a dozen others.
The man replied that he did not know that any wedding party had passed that way to-day, or for a long time. "Oh, there was a marriage to-day," said the other, "and I am the bridegroom. I was asked by a man to go with him to the back of the church, and I went. I am now running to overtake the party." The turf-cutter, feeling that this could not be, asked him what date he supposed that day was.
He gave his throat a thorough rake round, as if it were the duty of every person not to be mistaken through thickness of voice. "Yes, I knew of such a man," he said. "And what ghastly gallicrow might the poor fellow have been like, Master Fairway?" asked the turf-cutter. "Well, 'a was neither a deaf man, nor a dumb man, nor a blind man. What 'a was I don't say."
"A hundred maidens would have had him if he'd asked 'em," said the wide woman. "Didst ever know a man, neighbour, that no woman at all would marry?" inquired Humphrey. "I never did," said the turf-cutter. "Nor I," said another. "Nor I," said Grandfer Cantle. "Well, now, I did once," said Timothy Fairway, adding more firmness to one of his legs. "I did know of such a man. But only once, mind."
"How dark 'tis now the fire's gone down!" said Christian Cantle, looking behind him with his hare eyes. "Don't ye think we'd better get home-along, neighbours? The heth isn't haunted, I know; but we'd better get home... Ah, what was that?" "Only the wind," said the turf-cutter. "I don't think Fifth-of-Novembers ought to be kept up by night except in towns.
He was Grandfer Cantle's youngest son. "What be ye quaking for, Christian?" said the turf-cutter kindly. "I'm the man." "What man?" "The man no woman will marry." "The deuce you be!" said Timothy Fairway, enlarging his gaze to cover Christian's whole surface and a great deal more, Grandfer Cantle meanwhile staring as a hen stares at the duck she has hatched.
"Mis'ess Yeobright, not ten minutes ago a man was here asking for you a reddleman." "What did he want?" said she. "He didn't tell us." "Something to sell, I suppose; what it can be I am at a loss to understand." "I am glad to hear that your son Mr. Clym is coming home at Christmas, ma'am," said Sam, the turf-cutter. "What a dog he used to be for bonfires!" "Yes. I believe he is coming," she said.
But you got a rakin' horse, Tom; an' I give you credit for gittin' at the blind side o' the turf-cutter." "He'll do me well enough for poking about," I replied modestly. "But how did the other fellow get on with Pilot?" "It was the fun o' the world," resumed Mosey.
He was Grandfer Cantle's youngest son. "What be ye quaking for, Christian?" said the turf-cutter kindly. "I'm the man." "What man?" "The man no woman will marry." "The deuce you be!" said Timothy Fairway, enlarging his gaze to cover Christian's whole surface and a great deal more; Grandfer Cantle meanwhile staring as a hen stares at the duck she has hatched.
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