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before us, and nobody should shirk. If you can do no more, you can carry  
a stretcher.'  
The doctor was hardly gone before Morris, under the spur of the dram,  
awoke to the full possession of his wits.  
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My God!' he cried. 'Uncle Joseph!'  
Yes,' said John, 'where can he be? He can't be far off. I hope the old  
party isn't damaged.'  
'Come and help me to look,' said Morris, with a snap of savage  
determination strangely foreign to his ordinary bearing; and then, for  
one moment, he broke forth. 'If he's dead!' he cried, and shook his fist  
at heaven.  
To and fro the brothers hurried, staring in the faces of the wounded,  
or turning the dead upon their backs. They must have thus examined forty  
people, and still there was no word of Uncle Joseph. But now the course  
of their search brought them near the centre of the collision, where the  
boilers were still blowing off steam with a deafening clamour. It was  
a part of the field not yet gleaned by the rescuing party. The ground,  
especially on the margin of the wood, was full of inequalities--here  
a pit, there a hillock surmounted with a bush of furze. It was a place  
where many bodies might lie concealed, and they beat it like pointers  
after game. Suddenly Morris, who was leading, paused and reached forth  
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