Forty year ago, you had only to let down the bucket till the first knot in the rope was free of the windlass, and you heard it splashing in the cold dull water.

By little and little the water fell away, so that in ten year after that, a second knot was made, and you must unwind so much rope, or the bucket swung tight and empty at the end.

In ten years' time, the water fell again, and a third knot was made.

In ten years more, the well dried up; and now, if you lower the bucket till your arms are tired, and let out nearly all the cord, you'll hear it, of a sudden, clanking and rattling on the ground below; with a sound of being so deep and so far down, that your heart leaps into your mouth, and you start away as if you were falling in.' 'A dreadful place to come on in the dark!' exclaimed the child, who had followed the old man's looks and words until she seemed to stand upon its brink.
'What is it but a grave!' said the sexton.

'What else! And which of our old folks, knowing all this, thought, as the spring subsided, of their own failing strength, and lessening life?
Not one!' 'Are you very old yourself ?' asked the child, involuntarily.
'I shall be seventy-nine--next summer.' 'You still work when you are well ?' 'Work! To be sure.