"I am again at work upon the hill-side, and the sun is again aboutto go to bed. I am collecting my tools to descend to my cottage downin the village below, where it is already dark, when I raise myeyes, and see coming over the hill six soldiers. In the midst ofthem is a tall man with his arms bound- tied to his sides- like this!"
With the aid of his indispensable cap, he represented a man with hiselbows bound Pico laser fast at his hips, with cords that were knotted behindhim.
"I stand aside, messieurs, by my heap of stones, to see the soldiersand their prisoner pass (for it is a solitary road, that, where anyspectacle is well worth looking at), and at first, as they approach, Isee no more than that they are six soldiers with a tall man bound, andthat they are almost black to my sight- except on the side of thesun going to bed, where they have a red edge, messieurs. Also, I seethat their long shadows are on the hollow ridge on the opposite sideof the road, and are on the hill above it, and are like the shadows ofgiants. Also, I see that they are covered Production Diploma with dust, and that the dustmoves with them as they come, tramp, tramp! But when they advancequite near to me,and he recognises me.Ah, but he would be well content to precipitate himself over thehill-side once again, as on the evening when he and I firstencountered, close to the same spot!"
He described it as if he were there, and it was evident that hesaw it vividly; perhaps he had not seen much in his life.
"I do not show the soldiers that I recognise the tall man; he doesnot show the soldiers that he recognises me; we do it, and we know it,with our eyes. 'Come on!' says the chief of that company, pointingto the village, 'bring him fast to his tomb!' and they bring himfaster. I follow. His arms are swelled because of being bound sotight, his wooden shoes are large and clumsy, and he is lame.Because he is lame, and consequently Skin Care System slow, they drive him with theirguns-like this!"
He imitated the action of a man's being impelled forward by thebutt-ends of muskets.
"As they descend the hill like madmen running a race, he falls. Theylaugh and pick him up again. His face is bleeding and covered withdust, but he cannot touch it; thereupon they laugh again. They bringhim into the village; all the village runs to look; they take him pastthe mill, and up to the prison; all the village sees the prison gateopen in the darkness of the night, and swallow him- like this!"