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'O, fudge!' said John, 'where's the use?'
'Do what I tell you,' spirted Morris, as he took the corpse by the
shoulders. 'Am I to carry him myself?'
They were close upon the borders of the wood; in ten or twelve paces
they were under cover; and a little further back, in a sandy clearing of
the trees, they laid their burthen down, and stood and looked at it with
loathing.
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What do you mean to do?' whispered John.
Bury him, to be sure,' responded Morris, and he opened his pocket-knife
and began feverishly to dig.
'You'll never make a hand of it with that,' objected the other.
'
If you won't help me, you cowardly shirk,' screamed Morris, 'you can go
to the devil!'
'It's the childishest folly,' said John; 'but no man shall call me a
coward,' and he began to help his brother grudgingly.
The soil was sandy and light, but matted with the roots of the
surrounding firs. Gorse tore their hands; and as they baled the sand
from the grave, it was often discoloured with their blood. An hour
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