He rocked to and fro and wept bitterly,
wiping his eyes with the back of his scarred
hands and moaning like a child for some
ten minutes.

“They was cruel enough to feed him up
in the temple, because they said he was more
of a god than old Daniel that was a man.
Then they turned him out on the snow, and
told him to go home, and Peachey came
home in about a year, begging along the
roads quite safe; for Daniel Dravot he walked
before and said:—‘Come along, Peachey.
It’s a big thing we’re doing.’ The mountains
they danced at night, and the mountains
they tried to fall on Peachey’s head,
but Dan he held up his hand, and Peachey
came along bent double. He never let go
of Dan’s hand, and he never let go of Dan’s
head. They gave it to him as a present in
the temple, to remind him not to come again,
and though the crown was pure gold, and
Peachey was starving, never would Peachey
sell the same. You knew Dravot, sir! You
knew Right Worshipful Brother Dravot!
Look at him now!”

He fumbled in the mass of rags round his
bent waist; brought out a black horsehair