Inthevalleysoftheheathnothingsaveitsownwildfacewasvisibleatanytimeofday；butthisspotcommandedahorizonenclosingatractoffarextent，andinmanycaseslyingbeyondtheheathcountry。
　　Noneofitsfeaturescouldbeseennow，butthewholemadeitselffeltasavaguestretchofremoteness。
　　Whilethemenandladswerebuildingthepile，achangetookplaceinthemassofshadewhichdenotedthedistantlandscape。Redsunsandtuftsoffireonebyonebegantoarise，fleckingthewholecountryround。
　　Theywerethebonfiresofotherparishesandhamletsthatwereengagedinthesamesortofcommemoration。
　　Someweredistant，andstoodinadenseatmosphere，sothatbundlesofpalestraw—likebeamsradiatedaroundthemintheshapeofafan。Somewerelargeandnear，glowingscarlet—redfromtheshade，likewoundsinablackhide。
　　SomewereMaenades，withwinyfacesandblownhair。
　　Thesetincturedthesilentbosomofthecloudsabovethemandlituptheirephemeralcaves，whichseemedthenceforthtobecomescaldingcaldrons。Perhapsasmanyasthirtybonfirescouldbecountedwithinthewholeboundsofthedistrict；andasthehourmaybetoldonaclock—facewhenthefiguresthemselvesareinvisible，sodidthemenrecognizethelocalityofeachfirebyitsangleanddirection，thoughnothingofthescenerycouldbeviewed。
　　ThefirsttallflamefromRainbarrowsprangintothesky，attractingalleyesthathadbeenfixedonthedistantconflagrationsbacktotheirownattemptinthesamekind。
　　Thecheerfulblazestreakedtheinnersurfaceofthehumancircle——nowincreasedbyotherstragglers，maleandfemale——withitsowngoldlivery，andevenoverlaidthedarkturfaroundwithalivelyluminousness，whichsoftenedoffintoobscuritywherethebarrowroundeddownwardsoutofsight。
　　Itshowedthebarrowtobethesegmentofaglobe，asperfectasonthedaywhenitwasthrownup，eventhelittleditchremainingfromwhichtheearthwasdug。
　　Notaploughhadeverdisturbedagrainofthatstubbornsoil。
　　Intheheath’sbarrennesstothefarmerlayitsfertilitytothehistorian。Therehadbeennoobliteration，becausetherehadbeennotending。
　　Itseemedasifthebonfire—makerswerestandinginsomeradiantupperstoryoftheworld，detachedfromandindependentofthedarkstretchesbelow。Theheathdowntherewasnowavastabyss，andnolongeracontinuationofwhattheystoodon；fortheireyes，adaptedtotheblaze，couldseenothingofthedeepsbeyonditsinfluence。
　　Occasionally，itistrue，amorevigorousflarethanusualfromtheirfaggotssentdartinglightslikeaides—de—campdowntheinclinestosomedistantbush，pool，orpatchofwhitesand，kindlingthesetorepliesofthesamecolour，tillallwaslostindarknessagain。ThenthewholeblackphenomenonbeneathrepresentedLimboasviewedfromthebrinkbythesublimeFlorentineinhisvision，andthemutteredarticulationsofthewindinthehollowswereascomplaintsandpetitionsfromthe"soulsofmightyworth"suspendedtherein。
　　Itwasasifthesemenandboyshadsuddenlydivedintopastages，andfetchedtherefromanhouranddeedwhichhadbeforebeenfamiliarwiththisspot。TheashesoftheoriginalBritishpyrewhichblazedfromthatsummitlayfreshandundisturbedinthebarrowbeneaththeirtread。
　　Theflamesfromfuneralpileslongagokindledtherehadshonedownuponthelowlandsasthesewereshiningnow。
　　FestivalfirestoThorandWodenhadfollowedonthesamegroundanddulyhadtheirday。Indeed，itisprettywellknownthatsuchblazesasthistheheathmenwerenowenjoyingareratherthelinealdescendantsfromjumbledDruidicalritesandSaxonceremoniesthantheinventionofpopularfeelingaboutGunpowderPlot。
　　Moreovertolightafireistheinstinctiveandresistantactofmanwhen，atthewinteringress，thecurfewissoundedthroughoutNature。Itindicatesaspontaneous，Prometheanrebelliousnessagainstthatfiatthatthisrecurrentseasonshallbringfoultimes，colddarkness，miseryanddeath。Blackchaoscomes，andthefetteredgodsoftheearthsay，Lettherebelight。
　　ThebrilliantlightsandsootyshadeswhichstruggledupontheskinandclothesofthepersonsstandingroundcausedtheirlineamentsandgeneralcontourstobedrawnwithDureresquevigouranddash。Yetthepermanentmoralexpressionofeachfaceitwasimpossibletodiscover，forasthenimbleflamestowered，nodded，andswoopedthroughthesurroundingair，theblotsofshadeandflakesoflightuponthecountenancesofthegroupchangedshapeandpositionendlessly。Allwasunstable；quiveringasleaves，evanescentaslightning。Shadowyeye—sockets，deepasthoseofadeath’shead，suddenlyturnedintopitsoflustre：alantern—jawwascavernous，thenitwasshining；
　　wrinkleswereemphasizedtoravines，orobliteratedentirelybyachangedray。Nostrilsweredarkwells；
　　sinewsinoldnecksweregiltmouldings；thingswithnoparticularpolishonthemwereglazed；brightobjects，suchasthetipofafurze—hookoneofthemencarried，wereasglass；eyeballsglowedlikelittlelanterns。
　　ThosewhomNaturehaddepictedasmerelyquaintbecamegrotesque，thegrotesquebecamepreternatural；
　　forallwasinextremity。
　　Henceitmaybethatthefaceofanoldman，whohadlikeothersbeencalledtotheheightsbytherisingflames，wasnotreallythemerenoseandchinthatitappearedtobe，butanappreciablequantityofhumancountenance。
　　Hestoodcomplacentlysunninghimselfintheheat。
　　Withaspeaker，orstake，hetossedtheoutlyingscrapsoffuelintotheconflagration，lookingatthemidstofthepile，occasionallyliftinghiseyestomeasuretheheightoftheflame，ortofollowthegreatsparkswhichrosewithitandsailedawayintodarkness。Thebeamingsight，andthepenetratingwarmth，seemedtobreedinhimacumulativecheerfulness，whichsoonamountedtodelight。
　　Withhisstickinhishandhebegantojigaprivateminuet，abunchofcoppersealsshiningandswinginglikeapendulumfromunderhiswaistcoat：healsobegantosing，inthevoiceofabeeupaflue——
　　"Theking’call’ddown’hisno—blesall’，Byone’，bytwo’，bythree’；
　　EarlMar’—shal，I’ll’goshrive’—thequeen’，Andthou’shaltwend’withme’。
　　"Aboon’，aboon’，quothEarl’Mar—shal’，Andfell’onhisbend’—dedknee’，Thatwhat’—so—e’er’thequeen’shallsay’，Noharm’there—of’maybe’。"
　　Wantofbreathpreventedacontinuanceofthesong；
　　andthebreakdownattractedtheattentionofafirm—
　　standingmanofmiddleage，whokepteachcornerofhiscrescent—shapedmouthrigorouslydrawnbackintohischeek，asiftodoawaywithanysuspicionofmirthfulnesswhichmighterroneouslyhaveattachedtohim。
　　"Afairstave，GrandferCantle；butIamafeard’tistoomuchforthemouldyweasandofsuchaoldmanasyou，"
　　hesaidtothewrinkledreveller。"Dostn’twishth’
　　wastthreesixesagain，Grandfer，asyouwaswhenyoufirstlearnttosingit？"
　　"Hey？"saidGrandferCantle，stoppinginhisdance。
　　"Dostn’twishwastyoungagain，Isay？There’saholeinthypoorbellowsnowadaysseemingly。"
　　"Butthere’sgoodartinme？IfIcouldn’tmakealittlewindgoalongwaysIshouldseemnoyoungerthanthemostagedman，shouldI，Timothy？"
　　"Andhowaboutthenew—marriedfolksdownthereattheQuietWomanInn？"theotherinquired，pointingtowardsadimlightinthedirectionofthedistanthighway，butconsiderablyapartfromwherethereddlemanwasatthatmomentresting。"What’stherightsofthematterabout’em？Yououghttoknow，beinganunderstandingman。"
　　"Butalittlerakish，hey？Iowntoit。MasterCantleisthat，orhe’snothing。Yet’tisagayfault，neigbbourFairway，thatagewillcure。"
　　"Iheardthattheywerecominghometonight。Bythistimetheymusthavecome。Whatbesides？"
　　"Thenextthingisforustogoandwish’emjoy，Isuppose？"
　　"Well，no。"
　　"No？Now，Ithoughtwemust。Imust，or’twouldbeveryunlikeme——thefirstineveryspreethat’sgoing！
　　"Dothou’puton’afri’—ar’scoat’，AndI’ll’puton’a—no’—ther，Andwe’willto’QueenEle’anorgo’，LikeFri’arand’hisbro’ther。
　　ImetMis’essYeobright，theyoungbride’saunt，lastnight，andshetoldmethathersonClymwascominghomea’Christmas。Wonderfulclever，’abelieve——ah，I
　　shouldliketohaveallthat’sunderthatyoungman’shair。
　　Well，then，Ispoketoherinmywell—knownmerryway，andshesaid，’Othatwhat’sshapedsovenerableshouldtalklikeafool！’——that’swhatshesaidtome。Idon’tcareforher，bejownedifIdo，andsoItoldher。
　　’BejownedifIcarefor’ee，’Isaid。Ihadherthere——hey？"
　　"Iratherthinkshehadyou，"saidFairway。
　　"No，"saidGrandferCantle，hiscountenanceslightlyflagging。
　　"’Tisn’tsobadasthatwithme？"
　　"Seemingly’tis，however，isitbecauseoftheweddingthatClymiscominghomea’Christmas——tomakeanewarrangementbecausehismotherisnowleftinthehousealone？"
　　"Yes，yes——that’sit。But，Timothy，hearkentome，"
　　saidtheGrandferearnestly。"Thoughknownassuchajoker，Ibeanunderstandingmanifyoucatchmeserious，andIamseriousnow。Icantell’eelotsaboutthemarriedcouple。
　　Yes，thismorningatsixo’clocktheywentupthecountrytodothejob，andneithervellnormarkhavebeenseenof’emsince，thoughIreckonthatthisafternoonhasbrought’emhomeagainmanandwoman——wife，thatis。
　　Isn’titspokelikeaman，Timothy，andwasn’tMis’essYeobrightwrongaboutme？"
　　"Yes，itwilldo。Ididn’tknowthetwohadwalkedtogethersincelastfall，whenherauntforbadthebanns。
　　Howlonghasthisnewset—tobeeninmanglingthen？Doyouknow，Humphrey？"
　　"Yes，howlong？"saidGrandferCantlesmartly，likewiseturningtoHumphrey。"Iaskthatquestion。"
　　"Eversinceherauntalteredhermind，andsaidshemighthavethemanafterall，"repliedHumphrey，withoutremovinghiseyesfromthefire。Hewasasomewhatsolemnyoungfellow，andcarriedthehookandleatherglovesofafurze—cutter，hislegs，byreasonofthatoccupation，beingsheathedinbulgingleggingsasstiffasthePhilistine’sgreavesofbrass。"That’swhytheywentawaytobemarried，Icount。Yousee，afterkickingupsuchanunny—watchandforbiddingthebanns’twouldhavemadeMis’essYeobrightseemfoolish—liketohaveabangingweddinginthesameparishallasifshe’dnevergainsaidit。"
　　"Exactly——seemfoolish—like；andthat’sverybadforthepoorthingsthatbeso，thoughIonlyguessasmuch，tobesure，"saidGrandferCantle，stillstrenuouslypreservingasensiblebearingandmien。
　　"Ah，well，Iwasatchurchthatday，"saidFairway，"whichwasaverycuriousthingtohappen。"
　　"If’twasn’tmyname’sSimple，"saidtheGrandferemphatically。"Iha’n’tbeenthereto—year；
　　andnowthewinterisa—comingonIwon’tsayIshall。"
　　"Iha’n’tbeenthesethreeyears，"saidHumphrey；
　　"forI’msodeadsleepyofaSunday；and’tissoterriblefartogetthere；andwhenyoudogetthere’tissuchamortalpoorchancethatyou’llbechoseforupabove，whensomanybain’t，thatIbideathomeanddon’tgoatall。"
　　"Inotonlyhappenedtobethere，"saidFairway，withafreshcollectionofemphasis，"butIwassittinginthesamepewasMis’essYeobright。Andthoughyoumaynotseeitassuch，itfairlymademybloodruncoldtohearher。Yes，itisacuriousthing；butitmademybloodruncold，forIwascloseatherelbow。"
　　Thespeakerlookedrounduponthebystanders，nowdrawingclosertohearhim，withhislipsgatheredtighterthaneverintherigorousnessofhisdescriptivemoderation。
　　"’Tisaseriousjobtohavethingshappento’eethere，"
　　saidawomanbehind。
　　"’Yearetodeclareit，’wastheparson’swords，"
　　Fairwaycontinued。"Andthenupstoodawomanatmyside——a—touchingofme。’Well，bedamnedifthereisn’tMis’essYeobrighta—standingup，’Isaidtomyself。Yes，neighbours，thoughIwasinthetempleofprayerthat’swhatIsaid。
　　’Tisagainstmyconsciencetocurseandswearincompany，andIhopeanywomanherewilloverlookit。StillwhatIdidsayIdidsay，and’twouldbealieifIdidn’townit。"
　　"So’twould，neighbourFairway。"
　　"’Bedamnedifthereisn’tMis’essYeobrighta—standingup，’
　　Isaid，"thenarratorrepeated，givingoutthebadwordwiththesamepassionlessseverityoffaceasbefore，whichprovedhowentirelynecessityandnotgustohadtodowiththeiteration。"AndthenextthingIheardwas，’Iforbidthebanns，’fromher。’I’llspeaktoyouaftertheservice，’saidtheparson，inquiteahomelyway——yes，turningallatonceintoacommonmannoholierthanyouorI。Ah，herfacewaspale！MaybeyoucancalltomindthatmonumentinWeatherburychurch——thecross—leggedsoldierthathavehadhisarmknockedawaybytheschoolchildren？Well，hewouldabouthavematchedthatwoman’sface，whenshesaid，’Iforbidthebanns。’"
　　Theaudienceclearedtheirthroatsandtossedafewstalksintothefire，notbecausethesedeedswereurgent，buttogivethemselvestimetoweighthemoralofthestory。
　　"I’msurewhenIheardthey’dbeenforbidIfeltasgladasifanybodyhadgiedmesixpence，"saidanearnestvoice——thatofOllyDowden，awomanwholivedbymakingheathbrooms，orbesoms。Hernaturewastobeciviltoenemiesaswellastofriends，andgratefultoalltheworldforlettingherremainalive。
　　"Andnowthemaidhavemarriedhimjustthesame，"
　　saidHumphrey。
　　"AfterthatMis’essYeobrightcameroundandwasquiteagreeable，"Fairwayresumed，withanunheedingair，toshowthathiswordswerenoappendagetoHumphrey’s，buttheresultofindependentreflection。
　　"Supposingtheywereashamed，Idon’tseewhytheyshouldn’thavedoneithere—right，"saidawide—spreadwomanwhosestayscreakedlikeshoeswhenevershestoopedorturned。
　　"’Tiswelltocalltheneighbourstogetherandtohaeagoodracketoncenowandthen；anditmayaswellbewhenthere’saweddingasattide—times。Idon’tcareforcloseways。"
　　"Ah，now，you’dhardlybelieveit，butIdon’tcareforgayweddings，"saidTimothyFairway，hiseyesagaintravellinground。"IhardlyblameThomasinYeobrightandneighbourWildevefordoingitquiet，ifImustownit。
　　Aweddingathomemeansfiveandsix—handedreelsbythehour；
　　andtheydoaman’slegsnogoodwhenhe’soverforty。"
　　"True。Onceatthewoman’shouseyoucanhardlysaynaytobeingoneinajig，knowingallthetimethatyoubeexpectedtomakeyourselfworthyourvictuals。"
　　"YoubeboundtodanceatChristmasbecause’tisthetimeo’
　　year；youmustdanceatweddingsbecause’tisthetimeo’life。
　　Atchristeningsfolkwillevensmuggleinareelortwo，if’tisnofurtheronthanthefirstorsecondchiel。
　　Andthisisnotnamingthesongsyou’vegottosing……FormypartIlikeagoodheartyfuneralaswellasanything。
　　You’veassplendidvictualsanddrinkasatotherparties，andevenbetter。Anditdon’twearyourlegstostumpsintalkingoverapoorfellow’swaysasitdotostandupinhornpipes。"
　　"Ninefolksoutoftenwouldown’twasgoingtoofartodancethen，Isuppose？"suggestedGrandferCantle。
　　"’Tistheonlysortofpartyastaidmancanfeelsafeatafterthemughavebeenroundafewtimes。"
　　"Well，Ican’tunderstandaquietladylikelittlebodylikeTamsinYeobrightcaringtobemarriedinsuchameanway，"
　　saidSusanNunsuch，thewidewoman，whopreferredtheoriginalsubject。"’Tisworsethanthepoorestdo。
　　AndIshouldn’thavecaredabouttheman，thoughsomemaysayhe’sgood—looking。"
　　"Togivehimhisduehe’saclever，learnedfellowinhisway——a’mostascleverasClymYeobrightusedtobe。
　　HewasbroughtuptobetterthingsthankeepingtheQuietWoman。Anengineer——that’swhatthemanwas，asweknow；buthethrewawayhischance，andso’atookapublichousetolive。Hislearningwasnousetohimatall。"
　　"Veryoftenthecase，"saidOlly，thebesom—maker。"Andyethowpeopledostriveafteritandgetit！Theclassoffolkthatcouldn’tusetomakearoundOtosavetheirbonesfromthepitcanwritetheirnamesnowwithoutasputterofthepen，oftentimeswithoutasingleblot——whatdoIsay？——why，almostwithoutadesktoleantheirstomachsandelbowsupon。"
　　"True——’tisamazingwhatapolishtheworldhavebeenbroughtto，"saidHumphrey。
　　"Why，aforeIwentasoldierintheBang—upLocals（aswewascalled），intheyearfour，"chimedinGrandferCantlebrightly，"Ididn’tknownomorewhattheworldwaslikethanthecommonestmanamongye。Andnow，jownitall，Iwon’tsaywhatIbain’tfitfor，hey？"
　　"Couldstsignthebook，nodoubt，"saidFairway，"ifwastyoungenoughtojoinhandswithawomanagain，likeWildeveandMis’essTamsin，whichismorethanHumphtherecoulddo，forhefollowshisfatherinlearning。Ah，Humph，wellI
　　canmindwhenIwasmarriedhowIzidthyfather’smarkstaringmeinthefaceasIwenttoputdownmyname。
　　Heandyourmotherwerethecouplemarriedjustaforewewereandtherestoodtheyfather’scrosswitharmsstretchedoutlikeagreatbangingscarecrow。Whataterribleblackcrossthatwas——thyfather’sverylikenessinen！
　　TosavemysoulIcouldn’thelplaughingwhenIziden，thoughallthetimeIwasashotasdog—days，whatwiththemarrying，andwhatwiththewomana—hangingtome，andwhatwithJackChangleyandalotmorechapsgrinningatmethroughchurchwindow。Butthenextmomentastrawmotewouldhaveknockedmedown，forIcalledtomindthatifthyfatherandmotherhadhadhighwordsonce，they’dbeenatittwentytimessincethey’dbeenmanandwife，andIzidmyselfasthenextpoorstunpolltogetintothesamemess……Ah——well，whataday’twas！"
　　"WildeveisolderthanTamsinYeobrightbyagood—fewsummers。
　　Aprettymaidtoosheis。Ayoungwomanwithahomemustbeafooltotearhersmockforamanlikethat。"
　　Thespeaker，apeat—orturf—cutter，whohadnewlyjoinedthegroup，carriedacrosshisshoulderthesingularheart—shapedspadeoflargedimensionsusedinthatspeciesoflabour，anditswell—whettededgegleamedlikeasilverbowinthebeamsofthefire。
　　"Ahundredmaidenswouldhavehadhimifhe’dasked’em，"
　　saidthewidewoman。
　　"Didsteverknowaman，neighbour，thatnowomanatallwouldmarry？"inquiredHumphrey。
　　"Ineverdid，"saidtheturf—cutter。
　　"NorI，"saidanother。
　　"NorI，"saidGrandferCantle。
　　"Well，now，Ididonce，"saidTimothyFairway，addingmorefirmnesstooneofhislegs。"Ididknowofsuchaman。
　　Butonlyonce，mind。"Hegavehisthroatathoroughrakeround，asifitwerethedutyofeverypersonnottobemistakenthroughthicknessofvoice。"Yes，Iknewofsuchaman，"
　　hesaid。
　　"Andwhatghastlygallicrowmightthepoorfellowhavebeenlike，MasterFairway？"askedtheturf—cutter。
　　"Well，’awasneitheradeafman，noradumbman，norablindman。What’awasIdon’tsay。"
　　"Isheknownintheseparts？"saidOllyDowden。
　　"Hardly，"saidTimothy；"butInamenoname……Come，keepthefireupthere，youngsters。"
　　"WhateverisChristianCantle’steetha—chatteringfor？"
　　saidaboyfromamidthesmokeandshadesontheothersideoftheblaze。"Beyea—cold，Christian？"
　　Athinjibberingvoicewasheardtoreply，"No，notatall。"
　　"Comeforward，Christian，andshowyourself。Ididn’tknowyouwerehere，"saidFairway，withahumanelookacrosstowardsthatquarter。
　　Thusrequested，afalteringman，withreedyhair，noshoulders，andagreatquantityofwristandanklebeyondhisclothes，advancedasteportwobyhisownwill，andwaspushedbythewillofothershalfadozenstepsmore。
　　HewasGrandferCantle’syoungestson。
　　"Whatbeyequakingfor，Christian？"saidtheturf—
　　cutterkindly。
　　"I’mtheman。"
　　"Whatman？"
　　"Themannowomanwillmarry。"
　　"Thedeuceyoube！"saidTimothyFairway，enlarginghisgazetocoverChristian’swholesurfaceandagreatdealmore，GrandferCantlemeanwhilestaringasahenstaresattheduckshehashatched。
　　"Yes，Ibehe；anditmakesmeafeard，"saidChristian。
　　"D’yethink’twillhurtme？IshallalwayssayIdon’tcare，andsweartoit，thoughIdocareallthewhile。"
　　"Well，bedamnedifthisisn’tthequeereststarteverIknow’d，"saidMr。Fairway。"Ididn’tmeanyouatall。
　　There’sanotherinthecountry，then！Whydidyerevealyermisfortune，Christian？"
　　"’Twastobeif’twas，Isuppose。Ican’thelpit，canI？"Heturneduponthemhispainfullycirculareyes，surroundedbyconcentriclinesliketargets。
　　"No，that’strue。But’tisamelancholything，andmybloodrancoldwhenyouspoke，forIfeltthereweretwopoorfellowswhereIhadthoughtonlyone。
　　’Tisasadthingforye，Christian。How’stknowthewomenwon’thaethee？"
　　"I’veasked’em。"
　　"SureIshouldneverhavethoughtyouhadtheface。
　　Well，andwhatdidthelastonesaytoye？Nothingthatcan’tbegotover，perhaps，afterall？"
　　"’Getoutofmysight，youslack—twisted，slim—lookingmaphrotightfool，’wasthewoman’swordstome。"
　　"Notencouraging，Iown，"saidFairway。"’Getoutofmysight，youslack—twisted，slim—lookingmaphrotightfool，’
　　isratherahardwayofsayingNo。Buteventhatmightbeovercomebytimeandpatience，soastoletafewgreyhairsshowthemselvesinthehussy’shead。
　　Howoldbeyou，Christian？"
　　"Thirty—onelasttatie—digging，MisterFairway。"
　　"Notaboy——notaboy。Stillthere’shopeyet。"
　　"That’smyagebybaptism，becausethat’sputdowninthegreatbookoftheJudgmentthattheykeepinchurchvestry；
　　butMothertoldmeIwasbornsometimeaforeIwaschristened。"
　　"Ah！"
　　"Butshecouldn’ttellwhen，tosaveherlife，exceptthattherewasnomoon。"
　　"Nomoon——that’sbad。Hey，neighbours，that’sbadforhim！"
　　"Yes，’tisbad，"saidGrandferCantle，shakinghishead。
　　"Motherknow’d’twasnomoon，forsheaskedanotherwomanthathadanalmanac，asshedidwheneveraboywasborntoher，becauseofthesaying，’Nomoon，noman，’whichmadeherafeardeveryman—childshehad。
　　Doyereallythinkitserious，MisterFairway，thattherewasnomoon？"
　　"Yes。’Nomoon，noman。’’Tisoneofthetruestsayingseverspitout。Theboynevercomestoanythingthat’sbornatnewmoon。Abadjobforthee，Christian，thatyoushouldhaveshowedyournosethenofalldaysinthemonth。"
　　"Isupposethemoonwasterriblefullwhenyouwereborn？"
　　saidChristian，withalookofhopelessadmirationatFairway。
　　"Well，’awasnotnew，"Mr。Fairwayreplied，withadisinterestedgaze。
　　"I’dsoonergowithoutdrinkatLammas—tidethanbeamanofnomoon，"continuedChristian，inthesameshatteredrecitative。"’TissaidIbeonlytheramesofaman，andnogoodformyraceatall；andIsupposethat’sthecauseo’t。"
　　"Ay，"saidGrandferCantle，somewhatsubduedinspirit；
　　"andyethismothercriedforscoresofhourswhen’awasaboy，forfearheshouldoutgrowhisselfandgoforasoldier。"
　　"Well，there’smanyjustasbadashe。"saidFairway。
　　"Wethersmustlivetheirtimeaswellasothersheep，poorsoul。"
　　"SoperhapsIshallrubon？OughtItobeafearedo’
　　nights，MasterFairway？"
　　"You’llhavetoliealoneallyourlife；and’tisnottomarriedcouplesbuttosinglesleepersthataghostshowshimselfwhen’adocome。Onehasbeenseenlately，too。