And I felt in my pocket for the new pipe which I had brought him from Tiverton, and said to myself, 'He shall not have it until to-morrow morning.' Woe is me! I cannot tell.

How I knew I know not now--only that I slunk away, without a tear, or thought of weeping, and hid me in a saw-pit.
There the timber, over-head, came like streaks across me; and all I wanted was to lack, and none to tell me anything.
By-and-by, a noise came down, as of woman's weeping; and there my mother and sister were, choking and holding together.

Although they were my dearest loves, I could not bear to look at them, until they seemed to want my help, and put their hands before their eyes..