When he went to the inner room the coffin lay as he had left it, ready for its journey, and on the girl's bed in the corner the thick quilts were heaped as though the sleeper, had tossed restlessly.

But now there was no restlessness; he only saw her night-cap beyond the quills; it seemed that, having perhaps turned her face to the wall to weep, she had at last fallen into exhausted and dreamless slumber.
Bates and Saul carried out the coffin eagerly, quietly.

Even to the callous and shallow mind of Saul it was a relief to escape a contest with an angry woman.

They set the coffin on the cart, and steadied it with a barrel of potash and sacks of buckwheat, which went to make up the load.

By a winding way, where the slope was easiest, they drove the oxen between the trees, using the goad more and their voices as little as might be, till they were a distance from the house.