Though a man is just buried here, that's true; and we've raised a carrel over the poor mortal's natomy.

What--do my eyes see before me young Luke Holway, that went wi' his regiment to the East Indies, or do I see his spirit straight from the battlefield?
Be you the son that wrote the letter--' 'Don't--don't ask me.

The funeral is over, then ?' 'There wer no funeral, in a Christen manner of speaking.

But's buried, sure enough.

You must have met the men going back in the empty cart.' 'Like a dog in a ditch, and all through me!' He remained silent, looking at the grave, and they could not help pitying him.