To provide for this, he just looked in at the kitchen door, and toldthe old cook to keep the dinner back awhile; for the roads were so badthat the ladies were almost sure to be behind their time; and then hewent quietly to the stable, where the horses were bedded down, and bythe light of an old horn lantern saddled and bridled his favouritehack.
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"Nort to be done till change of weather," said Cripps, as they sat inthe cart again; "I reckon they villains knew what was coming, betternor I, who have kept the road, man and boy, for thirty year. The Lordknoweth best, as He always do! But to my mind He maneth to kape onsnowing and freezing for a month at laste. Moon have changed lastnight, I b'lieve; and a bitter moon we shall have of it."
He turned to the left, before the road entered the new enclosurestowards Iffley, and trod his own track towards Cowley Marsh. The crispdew, brushed by his hasty feet, ran into large globes behind him; andjerks of dust, brought up by pressure, fell and curdled on them. Inthe haze of the morning, he looked much larger than he had any rightto seem, and the shadow of his arms and hat stretched into hollowplaces. There was no other moving figure to be seen, except from timeto time, of a creature, the colonist of commons, whose mental framewas not so unlike his own just now, as bodily form and style ofwalking might in misty grandeur seem. Though Kit was not such a stupidfellow, when free from his present bewitchment.
Saint Peter's Parish was unique in all New England. The trails of old and new in its experience crossed and crisscrossed at every point, causing a long succession of eccentricities which endeared themselves to the minds of the oldest inhabitants. However, even the oldest inhabitants breathed a deep sigh of relief, when finally they were housed in the brand-new church up beside the college campus, a real stone church, with transepts and painted windows and choir-stalls within, and a cloister and a grand tall tower without. The ramshackle old wooden church had been dear to them, had even remained dear to them after the railroad had laid down its tracks under their very eaves; but they were fretted by the crudely caustic comments of strangers coming to the town, and they were still more fretted when the puffing, screeching Sunday trains drowned the voice of the good old rector whose mannerly traditions forbade his puffing and screeching in his turn.
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