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They would carry him to a churchyard and lay him in a hole to lie there for ever and ever. Would all the good people be laid into holes and leave Gibbie quite alone? THEY WOULD CARRY HIM TO A CHURCHYARD AND LAY HIM IN A HOLE TO LIE THERE FOR EVER AND NEVER WOULD ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE BE LAID INTO HOLES AND LEAVE GIBBEY QUITE ALONE
d breathing and grew cold? But it was those wicked men that had _deaded_ Sambo! And with that his first vague perception of evil and wrong in the world began to dawn. He lifted his head from gazing down on the dark river. A man was approaching the bridge. He came from the awful city! Perhaps he wanted him! He fled along the bridge like a low-flying water-bird. If another man had appeared at the other end, he would have got through between the rods, and thrown himself into the river. But there was no one to oppose his escape; and after following the road a little way up the river, he turned aside into a thicket of shrubs on the nearly precipitous bank, and sat down to recover the breath he had lost more from dismay than exertion. The light grew. All at once he descried, far down the river, the steeples of the city. Alas! alas! there lay poor black Sambo, so dear to wee Sir Gibbie, motionless and covered with blood! He had two red mouths now, but was not able to speak a word with either!  IT THE GOOD MEN THAT STOPPED BREATHING AND GREW COLD BUT IT WAS THOSE WICKED MEN THAT HAD DEADED SAMBO AND WITH THAT HIS FIRST VAGUE PERCEPTION OF EVIL AND WRONG IN THE WORLD BEGAN TO DAWN HE LIFTED HIS HEAD FROM GAZING DOWN ON THE DARK RIVER A MAN WAS APPROACHING THE BRIDGE HE CAME FROM THE AWFUL CITY PERHAPS HE WANTED HIM HE FLED ALONG THE BRIDGE LIKE A LOW FLYING WATER BURNT IF ANOTHER MAN HAD APPEARED AT THE OTHER END HE WOULD HAVE GOT THROUGH BETWEEN THE RODS AND THROWN HIMSELF INTO THE RIVER BUT THERE WAS NO ONE TO OPPOSE HIS ESCAPE AND AFTER FOLLOWING THE ROAD A LITTLE WAY UP THE RIVER HE TURNED ASIDE INTO A THICKET OF SHRUBS ON THE NEARLY PRECIPITOUS BANK AND SAT DOWN TO RECOVER THE BREATH HE HAD LOST MORE FROM DISMAY THAN EXERTION THE LIGHT GREW ALL AT ONCE HE DESCRIED FAR DOWN THE RIVER THE STEEPLES OF THE CITY ALAS ALAS THERE LAY POOR BLACK SAMBO SO DEAR TO WE SIR GIBBEY MOTIONLESS AND COVERED WITH BLOOD HE HAD TWO RED MOUTHS NOW BUT WAS NOT ABLE TO SPEAK A WORD WITH EITHER
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