And though it was impossible as yet to think, a hollow depression, as at the loss of some great ideal, came over me.
Returning wretchedly to the house, I met Suan Isco and two men bringing the body of poor Firm.

His head and both his arms hung down, and they wanted somebody to lift them; and this I ran to do, although they called out to me not to meddle.

The body was carried in, and laid upon three chairs, with a pillow at the head; and then a light was struck, and a candle brought by somebody or other.

And Suan Isco sat upon the floor, and set up a miserable Indian dirge.
"Stow away that," cried Martin of the mill, for he was one of those two men; "wait till the lad is dead, and then pipe up to your liking.

I felt him try to kick while we carried him along.