Immediately behind the cart walked Reuben with his mother on his arm. Her face was hidden in a clumsy black veil, which the Rye mantua-maker had assured her was the London fashion, and she was obviously ill at ease in the huge black shawl and voluminous skirts which the same fashion, according to the Rye mantua-maker, had decreed. Her hand pulled at Reuben's sleeve and stroked it as if for comfort. It was a smallish hand, and wonderfully soft for a farmer's wife—but then Mary Backfield had not lived like an ordinary farmer's wife. Under the thick veil, her face still had a certain soft colour and youthfulness, though she was nearly forty, and most women of her position were wrinkled and had lost their teeth by thirty-five. Also the curves of her figure were still delicate. She had been cherished by her husband, had done only light household work for him and borne him only two children. She carried the tokens of her happiness in smooth surfaces and soft lines.
After Mrs. Backfield and her eldest4 son, walked Harry5 and his sweetheart, Naomi Gasson. They had been sweethearts just three months, and were such a couple as romance gloats over—young, comely6, healthy, and full of love. Years had perfected the good looks of "beautiful Harry." He was a tall creature, lithe7 and straight as a birch tree. His face, agreeably tanned, glowed with youth, half dreamy, half riotous8; his eyes[Pg 27] were wild as a colt's, and yet tender. Naomi was a fit mate for him, with a skin like milk, and hair the colour of tansy. She wore a black gown like Mrs. Backfield, but she had made it herself, and it was friendly to her, hinting all the graciousness of her immaturity9. These two tried to walk dejectedly, and no doubt there was some fresh young sadness in their hearts, but every now and then their bodies would straighten with their happiness, and their eyes turn half afraid from each other's because they could not help smiling in spite of the drooped10 lips.
Then came old Gasson, Naomi's father, and well-known as a shipbuilder at Rye—for this was a good match of Harry's, and Reuben hoped, but had no reason to expect, he would turn it to Odiam's advantage. After him walked most of the farmers of the neighbourhood, come to see the last of a loved, respected friend. Even Pilbeam was there, from beyond Dallington, and Oake from Boreham Street. The Squire11 himself had sent a message of condolence, though he had been unable to come to the funeral. Reuben did not particularly want his sympathy. He despised the Bardons for their watery12 Liberalism and ineffectual efforts to improve their estates.
It was about half a mile to the church—over the hanger13 of Tidebarn Hill. The morning was full of soft loamy smells, quickening under the February sun, which is so pale and errant, but sometimes seems to have the power to make the earth turn in its sleep and dream of spring. Peasmarsh church-tower, squab like a toadstool, looked at itself in the little spread of water at the foot of the churchyard. Beside this pool, darkened with winter sedges, stood Parson Barnaby, the Curate-in-Charge of Peasmarsh, Beckley, and Iden. His boots under his surplice were muddy and spurred, for he had just galloped14 over from a wedding at Iden, and his sweat dropped on the book as he read "I know that my[Pg 28] Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth."
Before committing the body to the ground, he said a few words in praise of the dead man. He spoke15 of his generosity16 to his neighbours, his kindness to his dependents, his excellences17 as a husband and a father. "This, brethren, was indeed a man after God's own heart. He lived simply and blamelessly, contented18 with his lot, and seeking no happiness that did not also mean happiness to those around him. The call of the world"—by which Mr. Barnaby meant Babylonish Rye—"fell unheard on ears attuned19 to sweet domestic sounds. Ambition could not stir him from the repose20 of his family circle. Like a patriarch of old, he sat in peace under his vine and his fig-tree...."
Reuben stood motionless at the graveside, erect21, like a soldier at attention. People in the crowd, who wearied of the dead man's virtues22, whispered about the eldest son.
"Surelye!—he's a purty feller, is young Ben. To-day he looks nearly as valiant23 as Harry."
"He's a stouter24 man than his brother."
"Stouter, and darker. What black brows he has, Mus' Piper!"
"How straight he stands!"
"I w?onder wot he's thinking of."
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