“’Yes.  And we were frightened enough, I can tell ‘ee by what we saw.’

“‘What did ye see?’

“(You may not remember, sir, having gone off to foreign parts so young, that on Midsummer Night it is believed hereabout that the faint shapes of all the folk in the parish who are going to be at death’s door within the year can be seen entering the church.  Those who get over their illness come out again after awhile; those that are doomed to die do not return.)

“‘What did you see?’ asked William’s wife.

“‘Well,’ says Nancy, backwardly—­’we needn’t tell what we saw or who we saw.’

“‘You saw my husband,’ said Betty Privett in a quiet way.

“‘Well, since you put it so,’ says Nancy, hanging fire, ’we—­thought we did see him; but it was darkish and we was frightened, and of course it might not have been he.’

“’Nancy, you needn’t mind letting it out, though ’tis kept back in kindness.  And he didn’t come out of the church again:  I know it as well as you.’

“Nancy did not answer yes or no to that, and no more was said.  But three days after, William Privett was mowing with John Chiles in Mr Hardcome’s meadow, and in the heat of the day they sat down to their bit o’ nunch under a tree, and empty their flagon.  Afterwards both of ’em fell asleep as they sat.  John Chiles was the first to wake, and, as he looked towards his fellow-mower, he saw one of those great white miller’s-souls as we call ’em—­that is to say, a miller moth—­come from William’s open mouth while he slept and fly straight away.  John thought it odd enough, as William had worked in a mill for several years when he was a boy.  He then looked at the sun, and found by the place o’t that they had slept a long while, and, as William did not wake, John called to him and said it was high time to begin work again.  He took no notice, and then John went up and shook him and found he was dead.

“Now on that very day old Philip Hookhorn was down at Longpuddle Spring, dipping up a pitcher of water; and, as he turned away, who should he see coming down to the spring on the other side but William, looking very pale and old?  This surprised Philip Hookhorn very much, for years before that time William’s little son—­his only child—­had been drowned in that spring while at play there, and this had so preyed upon William’s mind that he’d never been seen near the spring afterwards, and had been known to go half a mile out of his way to avoid the place.  On enquiry, it was found that William in body could not have stood by the spring, being in the mead two miles off; and it also came out that at the time at which he was seen at the spring was the very time when he died.”

“A rather melancholy story,” observed the emigrant, after a minute’s silence.

“Yes, yes.  Well, we must take ups and downs together,” said the seedman’s father.

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