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naught, an' I've see naught. But if you was to say there was more things after dark in the shaws than men, or fur, or feather, or fin, I dunno as I'd go far about to call you a liar. Now turnagain, Tom. What's your say?' 'I'm like you. I say nothin'. But I'll tell you a tale, an' you can fit it _as_ how you please.' 'Passel o' no-sense stuff,' growled Hobden, but he filled his pipe. 'The Marsh men they call it Dymchurch Flit,' Tom went on slowly. 'Hap you have heard it?' 'My woman she've told it me scores o' times. Dunno as I didn't end by belieftin' it--sometimes.' Hobden crossed over as he spoke, and sucked with his pipe at the yellow lanthorn flame. Tom rested one great elbow on one great knee, where he sat among the coal. 'Have you ever bin in the Marsh?' he said to Dan. 'Only as far as Rye, once,' Dan answered. 'Ah, that's but the edge. Back behind of her there's steeples settin' beside churches, an' wise women settin' beside their doors, an' the sea settin' above the land, an' ducks herdin' wild in the diks' (he meant ditches). 'The Marsh is justabout riddled with diks an' sluices, an' tide-gates an' water-lets. You can hear 'em bubblin' an' grummelin' when the tide works in 'em, an' then you hear the sea rangin' left and right-handed all up along the Wall. You've seen how flat she is--the Marsh? You'd think nothin' easier than to walk eend-on acrost her? Ah, but the diks an' the water-lets, they twists the roads about as ravelly as witch-yarn on the spindles. So ye get all turned round in broad daylight.' 'That's because they've dreened the waters into the diks,' said Hobden. 'When I courted my woman the rushes was green--Eh me! the rushes was green--an' the Bailiff o' the Marshes he rode up and down as free as the fog.' 'Who was he?' said Dan. 'Why, the Marsh fever an' ague. He've clapped me on the shoulder once or twice till I shook proper. But now the dreenin' off of the waters have done away with the fevers; so they make a joke, like, that the Bailiff o' the Marshes broke his neck in a dik. A won'erful place for bees an' ducks 'tis too.' 'An' old,' Tom went on. 'Flesh an' Blood have been there since Time Everlastin' Beyond. Well, now, speakin' among themselves, the Marsh men say that from Time Everlastin' Beyond, the Pharisees favoured the Marsh above the rest of Old England. I lay the Marsh men ought to know. They've been out after dark, father an' son, smugglin' some one thing or
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