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XVIII. The Plague
ButitseemsImusttakemyordersfromthischild,whenIhopedtoslipoffcannilytoacleanercountryside....Ugh,Katrine,mydear,IwishyouhadsetmeaneasiertaskthantosweepthemiddenofWoodileeandturnsexton."
"It’sanarmedandmailedsextonyoumustbe,"shesaid."Youmayhavetoputreasonintothefolkwiththeflatofyoursword.Comfortyourself,Mr.Mark,thistaskisnotsomuchunlikethatyouwerebredto."
Thesoldiergrewvisiblymorecheerfulwhenheheardthattherewereonlythreevolunteersforthebusiness."There’stroublebrewing,then,"hesaid,"andit’sGod’smercythatI’vewonacertainrespectintheparish,foritlooksasifmorepersuasionwouldbeneededthanagoodwordandaclapontheback.Whendowestartourdowiejob,forIconfessIwouldsoonerbeatitthanthinkingofit?"
"Aleanmanlikeyou,allboneandwhipcord,neednotfear,"saidDavid.
"Tut,man,"saidMarkimpatiently,"fearisnotinthequestion.MytroubleisthatI’veanicestomachandafastidiousnose.Death,whetheritcomesbypestorsteel,isthesametome,andthat’sathingworthlessthanastrae....God’scurseonthisweather!...Towork,Mr.David,orI’llberueingmybargain."
Forthreedaysandnightsthethreemenwroughtattheirrepulsivetaskwithniggardlyintervalsforfoodandsleep.Theymadealistofthestrickenhousesandforcedtheirwayintothem,evenwhenthedoorswerebolted.Thedeadwereburied--someinthekirkyard,someinnear-byfields,andthisdutyfellespeciallyonAmosRitchie,whoperformeditwithdoggedfidelity.