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XLII. Joseph and His Burden—Buck's Head

           Thewaggonanditsloadrollednolongeronthehorizontaldivisionbetweenclearnessandopacity,butwereimbeddedinanelasticbodyofamonotonouspallorthroughout.Therewasnoperceptiblemotionintheair,notavisibledropofwaterfelluponaleafofthebeeches,birches,andfirscomposingthewoodoneitherside.Thetreesstoodinanattitudeofintentness,asiftheywaitedlonginglyforawindtocomeandrockthem.Astartlingquietoverhungallsurroundingthingssocompletely,thatthecrunchingofthewaggon-wheelswasasagreatnoise,andsmallrustles,whichhadneverobtainedahearingexceptbynight,weredistinctlyindividualized.

           JosephPoorgrasslookedrounduponhissadburdenasitloomedfaintlythroughthefloweringlaurustinus,thenattheunfathomablegloomamidthehightreesoneachhand,indistinct,shadowless,andspectre-likeintheirmonochromeofgrey.Hefeltanythingbutcheerful,andwishedhehadthecompanyevenofachildordog.Stoppingthehorse,helistened.Notafootsteporwheelwasaudibleanywherearound,andthedeadsilencewasbrokenonlybyaheavyparticlefallingfromatreethroughtheevergreensandalightingwithasmartrapuponthecoffinofpoorFanny.Thefoghadbythistimesaturatedthetrees,andthiswasthefirstdroppingofwaterfromtheoverbrimmingleaves.ThehollowechoofitsfallremindedthewaggonerpainfullyofthegrimLeveller.Thenhardbycamedownanotherdrop,thentwoorthree.Presentlytherewasacontinualtappingoftheseheavydropsuponthedeadleaves,theroad,andthetravellers.

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