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VI. The Fair—The Journey—The Fire

           Oh,MarkClarkcome!Andyou,BillySmallburyandyou,MaryannMoneyandyou,JanCoggan,andMatthewthere!"Otherfiguresnowappearedbehindthisshoutingmanandamongthesmoke,andGabrielfoundthat,farfrombeingalonehewasinagreatcompanywhoseshadowsdancedmerrilyupanddown,timedbythejiggingoftheflames,andnotatallbytheirowners’movements.Theassemblagebelongingtothatclassofsocietywhichcastsitsthoughtsintotheformoffeeling,anditsfeelingsintotheformofcommotionsettoworkwitharemarkableconfusionofpurpose.

           "Stopthedraughtunderthewheat-rick!"criedGabrieltothosenearesttohim.Thecornstoodonstonestaddles,andbetweenthese,tonguesofyellowhuefromtheburningstrawlickedanddartedplayfully.Ifthefireoncegotunderthisstack,allwouldbelost.

           "Getatarpaulinquick!"saidGabriel.

           Arick-clothwasbrought,andtheyhungitlikeacurtainacrossthechannel.Theflamesimmediatelyceasedtogounderthebottomofthecorn-stack,andstoodupvertical.

           "Standherewithabucketofwaterandkeeptheclothwet."saidGabrielagain.

           Theflames,nowdrivenupwards,begantoattacktheanglesofthehugeroofcoveringthewheat-stack.

           "Aladder,"criedGabriel.

           "Theladderwasagainstthestraw-rickandisburnttoacinder,"saidaspectre-likeforminthesmoke.

           Oakseizedthecutendsofthesheaves,asifheweregoingtoengageintheoperationof"reed-drawing,"anddigginginhisfeet,andoccasionallystickinginthestemofhissheep-crook,heclamberedupthebeetlingface.

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