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1It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin
2had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief. Now, I saw the damp lying on the bare
3hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders' webs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade to blade. On
4every rail and gate, wet lay clammy, and the marsh mist was so thick, that the wooden finger on the post directing
5people to our village--a direction which they never accepted, for they never came there--was invisible to me until I was
6quite close under it. Then, as I looked up at it, while it dripped, it seemed to my oppressed conscience like a phantom
7devoting me to the Hulks. The mist was heavier yet when I got out upon the marshes, so that instead of my running at
8everything, everything seemed to run at me. This was very disagreeable to a guilty mind. The gates and dikes and banks
9came bursting at me through the mist, as if they cried as plainly as could be, "A boy with somebody else's pork pie!
10Stop him!" The cattle came upon me with like suddenness, staring out of their eyes, and steaming out of their nostrils,
11"Halloa, young thief!" One black ox, with a white cravat on,--who even had to my awakened conscience something of a
12clerical air,--fixed me so obstinately with his eyes, and moved his blunt head round in such an accusatory manner as I
13moved round, that I blubbered out to him, "I couldn't help it, sir! It wasn't for myself I took it!" Upon which he put
14down his head, blew a cloud of smoke out of his nose, and vanished with a kick-up of his hind-legs and a flourish of his
15tail. All this time, I was getting on towards the river; but however fast I went, I couldn't warm my feet, to which the
16damp cold seemed riveted, as the iron was riveted to the leg of the man I was running to meet. I knew my way to the
17Battery, pretty straight, for I had been down there on a Sunday with Joe, and Joe, sitting on an old gun, had told me
18that when I was 'prentice to him, regularly bound, we would have such Larks there! However, in the confusion of the
19mist, I found myself at last too far to the right, and consequently had to try back along the river-side, on the bank of
20loose stones above the mud and the stakes that staked the tide out. Making my way along here with all despatch, I had
21just crossed a ditch which I knew to be very near the Battery, and had just scrambled up the mound beyond the ditch,
22when I saw the man sitting before me. His back was towards me, and he had his arms folded, and was nodding forward,
23heavy with sleep. I thought he would be more glad if I came upon him with his breakfast, in that unexpected manner, so I
24went forward softly and touched him on the shoulder. He instantly jumped up, and it was not the same man, but another
25man! And yet this man was dressed in coarse grey, too, and had a great iron on his leg, and was lame, and hoarse, and
26cold, and was everything that the other man was; except that he had not the same face, and had a flat broad-brimmed
27low-crowned felt hat on. All this I saw in a moment, for I had only a moment to see it in: he swore an oath at me, made
28a hit at me,--it was a round weak blow that missed me and almost knocked himself down, for it made him stumble,--and
29then he ran into the mist, stumbling twice as he went, and I lost him. "It's the young man!" I thought, feeling my heart
30shoot as I identified him. I dare say I should have felt a pain in my liver, too, if I had known where it was. I was
31soon at the Battery after that, and there was the right man,--hugging himself and limping to and fro, as if he had never
32all night left off hugging and limping,--waiting for me. He was awfully cold, to be sure. I half expected to see him
33drop down before my face and die of deadly cold. His eyes looked so awfully hungry too, that when I handed him the file
34and he laid it down on the grass, it occurred to me he would have tried to eat it, if he had not seen my bundle. He did
35not turn me upside down this time to get at what I had, but left me right side upwards while I opened the bundle and
36emptied my pockets. "What's in the bottle, boy?" said he. "Brandy," said I. He was already handing mincemeat down his
37throat in the most curious manner,--more like a man who was putting it away somewhere in a violent hurry, than a man who
38was eating it,--but he left off to take some of the liquor. He shivered all the while so violently, that it was quite as
39much as he could do to keep the neck of the bottle between his teeth, without biting it off. "I think you have got the
40ague," said I. "I'm much of your opinion, boy," said he. "It's bad about here," I told him. "You've been lying out on
41the meshes, and they're dreadful aguish. Rheumatic too." "I'll eat my breakfast afore they're the death of me," said he.
42"I'd do that, if I was going to be strung up to that there gallows as there is over there, directly afterwards. I'll
43beat the shivers so far, I'll bet you." He was gobbling mincemeat, meatbone, bread, cheese, and pork pie, all at once:
44staring distrustfully while he did so at the mist all round us, and often stopping--even stopping his jaws--to listen.
45Some real or fancied sound, some clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the marsh, now gave him a start, and he
46said, suddenly,-- "You're not a deceiving imp? You brought no one with you?" "No, sir! No!" "Nor giv' no one the office
47to follow you?" "No!" "Well," said he, "I believe you. You'd be but a fierce young hound indeed, if at your time of life
48you could help to hunt a wretched warmint hunted as near death and dunghill as this poor wretched warmint is!" Something
49clicked in his throat as if he had works in him like a clock, and was going to strike. And he smeared his ragged rough
50sleeve over his eyes. Pitying his desolation, and watching him as he gradually settled down upon the pie, I made bold to
51say, "I am glad you enjoy it." "Did you speak?" "I said I was glad you enjoyed it." "Thankee, my boy. I do." I had often
52watched a large dog of ours eating his food; and I now noticed a decided similarity between the dog's way of eating, and
53the man's. The man took strong sharp sudden bites, just like the dog. He swallowed, or rather snapped up, every
54mouthful, too soon and too fast; and he looked sideways here and there while he ate, as if he thought there was danger
55in every direction of somebody's coming to take the pie away. He was altogether too unsettled in his mind over it, to
56appreciate it comfortably I thought, or to have anybody to dine with him, without making a chop with his jaws at the
57visitor. In all of which particulars he was very like the dog. "I am afraid you won't leave any of it for him," said I,
58timidly; after a silence during which I had hesitated as to the politeness of making the remark. "There's no more to be
59got where that came from." It was the certainty of this fact that impelled me to offer the hint. "Leave any for him?
60Who's him?" said my friend, stopping in his crunching of pie-crust. "The young man. That you spoke of. That was hid with
61you." "Oh ah!" he returned, with something like a gruff laugh. "Him? Yes, yes! He don't want no wittles." "I thought he
62looked as if he did," said I. The man stopped eating, and regarded me with the keenest scrutiny and the greatest
63surprise. "Looked? When?" "Just now." "Where?" "Yonder," said I, pointing; "over there, where I found him nodding
64asleep, and thought it was you." He held me by the collar and stared at me so, that I began to think his first idea
65about cutting my throat had revived.
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