"When do they pass to St. Hennon's?" asked Saul meditatively,--"But
anyway, the Englishman wouldn't like to take in a coffin."

"They pass some time in the night; and he must take it in if you write
on it where it's going. It's not his business to say what the cars will
take, if you pay."

"Well," said Saul. "Good-day. Yo-hoist! Yo, yo, ho-hoist!"

It did not seem to him necessary to state whether he was, or was not,
going to take the advice offered. The straining and creaking of the
cart, his shouts to the oxen, would have obliterated any further query
the boy might have made. He had fairly moved off when the boy also took
up his burden and trudged on the other way.




CHAPTER VIII.


When the blueberry bushes are dry, all the life in them, sucked into
their roots against another summer, the tops turn a rich, brownish red;
at this time, also, wild bramble thickets have many a crimson stalk that
gives colour to their mass, and the twigs that rise above the white
trunks of birch trees are not grey, but brown.

Round the new railway station at the cross-roads near Turrifs
Settlement, the low-lying land, for miles and miles, was covered with,