This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... XXVIII THE END OF THE DAY'S WORK 'A troubled day of sunshine and of showers Fading to twilight and deep night at last.' 'If 't be as W any on 'em like t' wark, let 'em wark, says I. I'm in me seventy-eight, an' wark every day o' sevin, bar th' Loord's day, and then I goes to pray foor times an' ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... XXVIII THE END OF THE DAY'S WORK 'A troubled day of sunshine and of showers Fading to twilight and deep night at last.' 'If 't be as W any on 'em like t' wark, let 'em wark, says I. I'm in me seventy-eight, an' wark every day o' sevin, bar th' Loord's day, and then I goes to pray foor times an' preaches twiest.' The speaker was a short, grey-haired, blue-eyed man, whose shaven face was tanned by the sun and lighted by a kindly smile. He was Ephraim Wild of Maychester, carrier, general dealer, preacher to his brethren, the Peculiar People, and member of the Waldron District Council. Walking slowly down the main corridor of the Waldron Union--a dreary wilderness of grey brick faced with red that hides the failures of the countryside--he spoke very decisively, and the man he addressed was the Quaker Master of the Workhouse, another Landshire man, a small, thick-set person, with fierce eyes and a straggling beard grown haphazard over the face. 'Some on 'em 'as bin to me, Mister Wild, an' I let 'em goo, ' he replied; 'but a few was a wunnerful old, and I bid 'em bide.' 'Ye did wrong, James Clarke, ' said the old man, as they came to the end of the corridor and passed into the light of the portico, where a small boy was watching the wellknown cart and the nine-year old pony whose pace never exceeds five miles an hour. 'No man's too old for wark, an' i' these times too when there's peas standin' unpick't at fifteen pence th' bag, an' a might o' grass that'll never see th' 'ayrick. Well, fare thee well, friend, ' he added, mounting nimbly into the cart, and, with a word of thanks to the boy, and of encouragement to the pony, the worthy councillor started on his three hours' journey back to Maychester. The master of the Waldron Union was not the
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Add this copy of A Country-Side Chronicle: Leaves From the Diary of an to cart. $69.68, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2015 by Palala Press.
