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“
I
wish
singing
on
the
stoop
didn
’
t
use
up
so
much
of
a
man
’
s
wind
!
You
should
get
your
harp
,
sir
;
not
but
what
a
fiddle
is
best
.
”
Tess
,
who
had
given
ear
to
this
,
thought
the
words
were
addressed
to
the
dairyman
,
but
she
was
wrong
.
A
reply
,
in
the
shape
of
“
Why
?
”
came
as
it
were
out
of
the
belly
of
a
dun
cow
in
the
stalls
;
it
had
been
spoken
by
a
milker
behind
the
animal
,
whom
she
had
not
hitherto
perceived
.
“
Oh
yes
;
there
’
s
nothing
like
a
fiddle
,
”
said
the
dairyman
.
“
Though
I
do
think
that
bulls
are
more
moved
by
a
tune
than
cows
—
at
least
that
’
s
my
experience
.
Once
there
was
an
old
aged
man
over
at
Mellstock
—
William
Dewy
by
name
—
one
of
the
family
that
used
to
do
a
good
deal
of
business
as
tranters
over
there
,
Jonathan
,
do
ye
mind
?
—
I
knowed
the
man
by
sight
as
well
as
I
know
my
own
brother
,
in
a
manner
of
speaking
.
Well
,
this
man
was
a
coming
home
-
along
from
a
wedding
where
he
had
been
playing
his
fiddle
,
one
fine
moonlight
night
,
and
for
shortness
’
sake
he
took
a
cut
across
Forty
-
acres
,
a
field
lying
that
way
,
where
a
bull
was
out
to
grass
.
The
bull
seed
William
,
and
took
after
him
,
horns
aground
,
begad
;
and
though
William
runned
his
best
,
and
hadn
’
t
MUCH
drink
in
him
(
considering
’
twas
a
wedding
,
and
the
folks
well
off
)
,
he
found
he
’
d
never
reach
the
fence
and
get
over
in
time
to
save
himself
.
Well
,
as
a
last
thought
,
he
pulled
out
his
fiddle
as
he
runned
,
and
struck
up
a
jig
,
turning
to
the
bull
,
and
backing
towards
the
corner
.
The
bull
softened
down
,
and
stood
still
,
looking
hard
at
William
Dewy
,
who
fiddled
on
and
on
;
till
a
sort
of
a
smile
stole
over
the
bull
’
s
face
.
But
no
sooner
did
William
stop
his
playing
and
turn
to
get
over
hedge
than
the
bull
would
stop
his
smiling
and
lower
his
horns
towards
the
seat
of
William
’
s
breeches
.
Well
,
William
had
to
turn
about
and
play
on
,
willy
-
nilly
;
and
’
twas
only
three
o
’
clock
in
the
world
,
and
‘
a
knowed
that
nobody
would
come
that
way
for
hours
,
and
he
so
leery
and
tired
that
‘
a
didn
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
When
he
had
scraped
till
about
four
o
’
clock
he
felt
that
he
verily
would
have
to
give
over
soon
,
and
he
said
to
himself
,
‘
There
’
s
only
this
last
tune
between
me
and
eternal
welfare
!
Heaven
save
me
,
or
I
’
m
a
done
man
.
’
Well
,
then
he
called
to
mind
how
he
’
d
seen
the
cattle
kneel
o
’
Christmas
Eves
in
the
dead
o
’
night
.
It
was
not
Christmas
Eve
then
,
but
it
came
into
his
head
to
play
a
trick
upon
the
bull
.
So
he
broke
into
the
‘
Tivity
Hymm
,
just
as
at
Christmas
carol
-
singing
;
when
,
lo
and
behold
,
down
went
the
bull
on
his
bended
knees
,
in
his
ignorance
,
just
as
if
’
twere
the
true
‘
Tivity
night
and
hour
.
As
soon
as
his
horned
friend
were
down
,
William
turned
,
clinked
off
like
a
long
-
dog
,
and
jumped
safe
over
hedge
,
before
the
praying
bull
had
got
on
his
feet
again
to
take
after
him
.
William
used
to
say
that
he
’
d
seen
a
man
look
a
fool
a
good
many
times
,
but
never
such
a
fool
as
that
bull
looked
when
he
found
his
pious
feelings
had
been
played
upon
,
and
’
twas
not
Christmas
Eve
.
.
.
.
Yes
,
William
Dewy
,
that
was
the
man
’
s
name
;
and
I
can
tell
you
to
a
foot
where
’
s
he
a
-
lying
in
Mellstock
Churchyard
at
this
very
moment
—
just
between
the
second
yew
-
tree
and
the
north
aisle
.
”
“
It
’
s
a
curious
story
;
it
carries
us
back
to
medieval
times
,
when
faith
was
a
living
thing
!
”
The
remark
,
singular
for
a
dairy
-
yard
,
was
murmured
by
the
voice
behind
the
dun
cow
;
but
as
nobody
understood
the
reference
no
notice
was
taken
,
except
that
the
narrator
seemed
to
think
it
might
imply
scepticism
as
to
his
tale
.
“
Well
,
’
tis
quite
true
,
sir
,
whether
or
no
.
I
knowed
the
man
well
.
”
“
Oh
yes
;
I
have
no
doubt
of
it
,
”
said
the
person
behind
the
dun
cow
.
