I-iTheschoolmasterwasleavingthevillage，andeverybodyseemedsorry。ThemilleratCresscombelenthimthesmallwhitetiltedcartandhorsetocarryhisgoodstothecityofhisdestination，abouttwentymilesoff，suchavehicleprovingofquitesufficientsizeforthedepartingteacher’seffects。Fortheschoolhousehadbeenpartlyfurnishedbythemanagers，andtheonlycumbersomearticlepossessedbythemaster，inadditiontothepacking-caseofbooks，wasacottagepianothathehadboughtatanauctionduringtheyearinwhichhethoughtoflearninginstrumentalmusic。
　　Buttheenthusiasmhavingwanedhehadneveracquiredanyskillinplaying，andthepurchasedarticlehadbeenaperpetualtroubletohimeversinceinmovinghouse。
　　Therectorhadgoneawayfortheday，beingamanwhodislikedthesightofchanges。Hedidnotmeantoreturntilltheevening，whenthenewschool-teacherwouldhavearrivedandsettledin，andeverythingwouldbesmoothagain。
　　Theblacksmith，thefarmbailiff，andtheschoolmasterhimselfwerestandinginperplexedattitudesintheparlourbeforetheinstrument。
　　ThemasterhadremarkedthatevenifhegotitintothecartheshouldnotknowwhattodowithitonhisarrivalatChristminster，thecityhewasboundfor，sincehewasonlygoingintotemporarylodgingsjustatfirst。
　　Alittleboyofeleven，whohadbeenthoughtfullyassistinginthepacking，joinedthegroupofmen，andastheyrubbedtheirchinshespokeup，blushingatthesoundofhisownvoice：`Aunthavegotagreatfuel-house，anditcouldbeputthere，perhaps，tillyou’vefoundaplacetosettlein，sir。’
　　`Apropergoodnotion，’saidtheblacksmith。
　　Itwasdecidedthatadeputationshouldwaitontheboy’saunt-anoldmaidenresident-andaskherifshewouldhousethepianotillMr。Phillotsonshouldsendforit。Thesmithandthebailiffstartedtoseeaboutthepracticabilityofthesuggestedshelter，andtheboyandtheschoolmasterwereleftstandingalone。
　　`SorryIamgoing，Jude？’askedthelatterkindly。
　　Tearsroseintotheboy’seyes，forhewasnotamongtheregulardayscholars，whocameunromanticallyclosetotheschoolmaster’slife，butonewhohadattendedthenightschoolonlyduringthepresentteacher’stermofoffice。Theregularscholars，ifthetruthmustbetold，stoodatthepresentmomentafaroff，likecertainhistoricdisciples，indisposedtoanyenthusiasticvolunteeringofaid。
　　Theboyawkwardlyopenedthebookheheldinhishand，whichMr。
　　Phillotsonhadbestowedonhimasapartinggift，andadmittedthathewassorry。
　　`SoamI，’saidMr。Phillotson。
　　`Whydoyougo，sir？’askedtheboy。
　　`Ah-thatwouldbealongstory。Youwouldn’tunderstandmyreasons，Jude。Youwill，perhaps，whenyouareolder。’
　　`IthinkIshouldnow，sir。’
　　`Well-don’tspeakofthiseverywhere。Youknowwhatauniversityis，andauniversitydegree？Itisthenecessaryhallmarkofamanwhowantstodoanythinginteaching。Myscheme，ordream，istobeauniversitygraduate，andthentobeordained。BygoingtoliveatChristminster，ornearit，Ishallbeatheadquarters，sotospeak，andifmyschemeispracticableatall，IconsiderthatbeingonthespotwillaffordmeabetterchanceofcarryingitoutthanIshouldhaveelsewhere。’
　　Thesmithandhiscompanionreturned。OldMissFawley’sfuel-housewasdry，andeminentlypracticable；andsheseemedwillingtogivetheinstrumentstanding-roomthere。Itwasaccordinglyleftintheschooltilltheevening，whenmorehandswouldbeavailableforremovingit；andtheschoolmastergaveafinalglanceround。
　　TheboyJudeassistedinloadingsomesmallarticles，andatnineo’clockMr。Phillotsonmountedbesidehisboxofbooksandotherimpedimenta，andbadehisfriendsgood-bye。
　　`Ishan’tforgetyou，Jude，’hesaid，smiling，asthecartmovedoff。`Beagoodboy，remember；andbekindtoanimalsandbirds，andreadallyoucan。AndifeveryoucometoChristminsterrememberyouhuntmeoutforoldacquaintance’sake。’
　　Thecartcreakedacrossthegreen，anddisappearedroundthecornerbytherectory-house。Theboyreturnedtothedraw-wellattheedgeofthegreensward，wherehehadlefthisbucketswhenhewenttohelphispatronandteacherintheloading。Therewasaquiverinhislipnowandafteropeningthewell-covertobeginloweringthebuckethepausedandleantwithhisforeheadandarmsagainsttheframework，hisfacewearingthefixityofathoughtfulchild’swhohasfeltthepricksoflifesomewhatbeforehistime。Thewellintowhichhewaslookingwasasancientasthevillageitself，andfromhispresentpositionappearedasalongcircularperspectiveendinginashiningdiskofquiveringwateratadistanceofahundredfeetdown。Therewasaliningofgreenmossnearthetop，andnearerstillthehart’s-tonguefern。
　　Hesaidtohimself，inthemelodramatictonesofawhimsicalboy，thattheschoolmasterhaddrawnatthatwellscoresoftimesonamorninglikethis，andwouldneverdrawthereanymore。`I’veseenhimlookdownintoit，whenhewastiredwithhisdrawing，justasIdonow，andwhenherestedabitbeforecarryingthebucketshome！Buthewastooclevertobidehereanylonger-asmallsleepyplacelikethis！’
　　Atearrolledfromhiseyeintothedepthsofthewell。Themorningwasalittlefoggy，andtheboy’sbreathingunfurleditselfasathickerfoguponthestillandheavyair。Histhoughtswereinterruptedbyasuddenoutcry：
　　`Bringonthatwater，willye，youidleyoungharlican！’
　　Itcamefromanoldwomanwhohademergedfromherdoortowardsthegardengateofagreen-thatchedcottagenotfaroff。Theboyquicklywavedasignalofassent，drewthewaterwithwhatwasagreateffortforoneofhisstature，landedandemptiedthebigbucketintohisownpairofsmallerones，andpausingamomentforbreath，startedwiththemacrossthepatchofclammygreenswardwhereonthewellstood-nearlyinthecentreofthelittlevillage，orratherhamletofMarygreen。
　　Itwasasold-fashionedasitwassmall，anditrestedinthelapofanundulatinguplandadjoiningtheNorthWessexdowns。Oldasitwas，however，thewell-shaftwasprobablytheonlyrelicofthelocalhistorythatremainedabsolutelyunchanged。Manyofthethatchedanddormereddwelling-houseshadbeenpulleddownoflateyears，andmanytreesfelledonthegreen。
　　Aboveall，theoriginalchurch，hump-backed，wood-turreted，andquaintlyhipped，hadbeentakendown，andeithercrackedupintoheapsofroad-metalinthelane，orutilizedaspig-stywalls，gardenseats，guard-stonestofences，androckeriesintheflower-bedsoftheneighbourhood。InplaceofitatallnewbuildingofmodernGothicdesign，unfamiliartoEnglisheyes，hadbeenerectedonanewpieceofgroundbyacertainobliteratorofhistoricrecordswhohadrundownfromLondonandbackinaday。ThesitewhereonsolonghadstoodtheancienttempletotheChristiandivinitieswasnotevenrecordedonthegreenandlevelgrass-plotthathadimmemoriallybeenthechurchyard，theobliteratedgravesbeingcommemoratedbyeighteen-pennycastironcrosseswarrantedtolastfiveyears。
　　JudetheObscureChapter02I-iiSlenderaswasJudeFawley’sframeheborethetwobrimminghouse-bucketsofwatertothecottagewithoutresting。Overthedoorwasalittlerectangularpieceofblueboard，onwhichwaspaintedinyellowletters，`DrusillaFawley，Baker。’Withinthelittleleadpanesofthewindow-thisbeingoneofthefewoldhousesleft-werefivebottlesofsweets，andthreebunsonaplateofthewillowpattern。
　　Whileemptyingthebucketsatthebackofthehousehecouldhearananimatedconversationinprogresswithin-doorsbetweenhisgreat-aunt，theDrusillaofthesign-board，andsomeothervillagers。Havingseentheschool-masterdepart，theyweresummingupparticularsoftheevent，andindulginginpredictionsofhisfuture。
　　`Andwho’she？’askedone，comparativelyastranger，whentheboyentered。
　　`Wellyemedaskit，Mrs。Williams。He’smygreat-nephew-comesinceyouwaslastthisway。’Theoldinhabitantwhoansweredwasatall，gauntwoman，whospoketragicallyonthemosttrivialsubject，andgaveaphraseofherconversationtoeachauditorinturn。`HecomefromMellstock，downinSouthWessex，aboutayearago-worseluckfor’n，Belinda’turningtotheright`wherehisfatherwasliving，andwastookwi’theshakingsfordeath，anddiedintwodays，asyouknow，Caroline’turningtotheleft。`Itwouldha’beenablessingifGoddy-mightyhadtooktheetoo，wi’thymotherandfather，pooruselessboy！ButI’vegothimheretostaywithmetillIcanseewhat’stobedonewithun，thoughIamobligedtolethimearnanypennyhecan。Justnowhe’sa-scaringofbirdsforFarmerTroutham。Itkeepshimoutofmischty。Whydoyeturnaway，Jude？’shecontinued，astheboy，feelingtheimpactoftheirglanceslikeslapsuponhisface，movedaside。
　　ThelocalwasherwomanrepliedthatitwasperhapsaverygoodplanofMissorMrs。Fawley’sastheycalledherindifferentlytohavehimwithher-`tokip’eecompanyinyourloneliness，fetchwater，shetthewinder-shet-terso’nights，andhelpinthebito’baking。’
　　MissFawleydoubtedit……`Whydidn’tyegettheschoolmastertotake’eetoChristminsterwi’un，andmakeascholarof’ee，’shecontinued，infrowningpleasantry。`I’msurehecouldn’tha’tookabetterone。Theboyiscrazyforbooks，thatheis。Itrunsinourfamilyrather。HiscousinSueisjustthesame-soI’veheard；butIhavenotseenthechildforyears，thoughshewasborninthisplace，withinthesefourwalls，asithappened。Mynieceandherhusband，aftertheyweremarried，didn’getahouseoftheirownforsomeyearormore；andthentheyonlyhadonetill-Well，Iwon’tgointothat。Jude，mychild，don’tyouevermarry。
　　’Tisn’tfortheFawleystotakethatstepanymore。She，theironlyone，waslikeachildo’myown，Belinda，tillthesplitcome！Ah，thatalittlemaidshouldknowsuchchanges！’
　　Jude，findingthegeneralattentionagaincenteringonhimself，wentouttothebakehouse，whereheatethecakeprovidedforhisbreakfast。
　　Theendofhissparetimehadnowarrived，andemergingfromthegardenbygettingoverthehedgeatthebackhepursuedapathnorthward，tillhecametoawideandlonelydepressioninthegeneralleveloftheupland，whichwassownasacorn-field。ThisvastconcavewasthesceneofhislaboursforMrTrouthamthefarmer，andhedescendedintothemidstofit。
　　Thebrownsurfaceofthefieldwentrightuptowardstheskyallround，whereitwaslostbydegreesinthemistthatshutouttheactualvergeandaccentuatedthesolitude。Theonlymarksontheuniformityofthescenewerearickoflastyear’sproducestandinginthemidstofthearable，therooksthatroseathisapproach，andthepathathwartthefallowbywhichhehadcome，troddennowbyhehardlyknewwhom，thoughoncebymanyofhisowndeadfamily。
　　`Howuglyitishere！’hemurmured。
　　Thefreshharrow-linesseemedtostretchlikethechannellingsinapieceofnewcorduroy，lendingameanlyutilitarianairtotheexpanse，takingawayitsgradations，anddeprivingitofallhistorybeyondthatofthefewrecentmonths，thoughtoeveryclodandstonetherereallyattachedassociationsenoughandtospare-echoesofsongsfromancientharvest-days，ofspokenwords，andofsturdydeeds。Everyinchofgroundhadbeenthesite，firstorlast，ofenergy，gaiety，horse-play，bickerings，weariness。
　　Groupsofgleanershadsquattedinthesunoneverysquareyard。Love-matchesthathadpopulatedtheadjoininghamlethadbeenmadeuptherebetweenreapingandcarrying。Underthehedgewhichdividedthefieldfromadistantplantationgirlshadgiventhemselvestoloverswhowouldnotturntheirheadstolookatthembythenextharvest；andinthatancientcornfieldmanyamanhadmadelove-promisestoawomanatwhosevoicehehadtrembledbythenextseed-timeafterfulfillingtheminthechurchadjoining。ButthisneitherJudenortherooksaroundhimconsidered。Forthemitwasalonelyplace，possessing，intheoneview，onlythequalityofawork-ground，andintheotherthatofagranarygoodtofeedin。
　　Theboystoodundertherickbeforementioned，andeveryfewsecondsusedhisclackerorrattlebriskly。Ateachclacktherooksleftoffpecking，androseandwentawayontheirleisurelywings，burnishedliketassetsofmail，afterwardswheelingbackandregardinghimwarily，anddescendingtofeedatamorerespectfuldistance。
　　Hesoundedtheclackertillhisarmached，andatlengthhisheartgrewsympatheticwiththebirds’thwarteddesires。Theyseemed，likehimself，tobelivinginaworldwhichdidnotwantthem。Whyshouldhefrightenthemaway？Theytookuponmoreandmoretheaspectofgentlefriendsandpensioners-theonlyfriendshecouldclaimasbeingintheleastdegreeinterestedinhim，forhisaunthadoftentoldhimthatshewasnot。Heceasedhisrattling，andtheyalightedanew。
　　`Poorlittledears！’saidJude，aloud。`Youshallhavesomedinner-youshall。Thereisenoughforusall。FarmerTrouthamcanaffordtoletyouhavesome。Eat，thenmydearlittlebirdies，andmakeagoodmeal！’
　　Theystayedandate，inkyspotsonthenut-brownsoilandJudeenjoyedtheirappetite。Amagicthreadoffellow-feelingunitedhisownlifewiththeirs。Punyandsorryasthoseliveswere，theymuchresembledhisown。
　　Hisclackerhehadbythistimethrownawayfromhim，asbeingameanandsordidinstrument，offensivebothtothebirdsandtohimselfastheirfriend。Allatoncehebecameconsciousofasmartblowuponhisbuttocks，followedbyaloudclack，whichannouncedtohissurprisedsensesthattheclackerhadbeentheinstrumentofoffenceused。ThebirdsandJudestartedupsimultaneously，andthedazedeyesofthelatterbeheldthefarmerinperson，thegreatTrouthamhimself，hisredfaceglaringdownuponJude’scoweringframe，theclackerswinginginhishand。