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XLII. Joseph and His Burden—Buck's Head

           

           To-mor-row’,to-mor

           "Doholdthyhorning,Jan!"saidOak;andturninguponPoorgrass,"asforyou,Joseph,whodoyourwickeddeedsinsuchconfoundedlyholyways,youareasdrunkasyoucanstand."

           "No,ShepherdOak,no!Listentoreason,shepherd.Allthat’sthematterwithmeistheafflictioncalledamultiplyingeye,andthat’showitisIlookdoubletoyouImean,youlookdoubletome."

           "Amultiplyingeyeisaverybadthing,"saidMarkClark.

           "ItalwayscomesonwhenIhavebeeninapublic-housealittletime,"saidJosephPoorgrass,meekly."Yes;Iseetwoofeverysort,asifIweresomeholymanlivinginthetimesofKingNoahandenteringintotheark…Y-y-y-yes,"headded,becomingmuchaffectedbythepictureofhimselfasapersonthrownaway,andsheddingtears;"IfeeltoogoodforEngland:IoughttohavelivedinGenesisbyrights,liketheothermenofsacrifice,andthenIshouldn’thaveb-b-beencalledad-d-drunkardinsuchaway!"

           "Iwishyou’dshowyourselfamanofspirit,andnotsitwhiningthere!"

           "Showmyselfamanofspirit?Ah,well!letmetakethenameofdrunkardhumblyletmebeamanofcontritekneesletitbe!IknowthatIalwaysdosay’PleaseGod’aforeIdoanything,frommygettinguptomygoingdownofthesame,andIbewillingtotakeasmuchdisgraceasthereisinthatholyact.

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