on the manor; and he must stand to his
word, whatever they might lose by it; though, indeed, he saw no harm in
making green fields out of the waste land. Martha, on her side,
maintained her right as the eldest to act as she judged best; and,
moreover, urged the example of her thrifty grandmother, who had planned
this very enclosure, and whose pattern she was determined to follow. But
before long the dispute was ended, and the subject of it became a matter
of heart-troubling wonder, for several labourers from the master's farm
began to fence in the very same ground, as well as to prepare the turf
behind Fern's Hollow for the planting of young trees; and neither Stephen
nor Martha could hide from the other that these labours made them feel
exceedingly uneasy.

'I say, Stephen,' said one of the hedgers, as he was going down from his
work one evening, and met the tired boy coming up from his, 'I'm afeared
there's some mischief brewing. There's master, and Mr. Thomas, and Mr.
Jones the gamekeeper, been talking with thy grandfather nigh upon an
hour. There'll be a upshot some day, I know; and Jones, he said summat
about leaving a keepsake for thee.'

'What could it be, William?' asked Stephen anxiously.

'How should I know?' said the man, with some reluctance. 'Only, lad,
I did hear a gun go off; and I never heard Snip bark again, though I
listened for him. Stephen, Stephen, dunna thee go so mad like!'

But it was no use shouting after Stephen, as he ran frantically up the
hill. Snip was always basking lazily in the sunshine under the hedge of
the paddock, at the very point where he could catch the first sight of
his young master, after which there was no more idleness or stillness in
him. Stephen could hardly breathe when he found that Snip was not at the
usual place to greet him; but before he reached his home he saw it--the
dead body of his own poor Snip--hung on the post of the wicket through
which he had to pass. He flew to the place; he tore his own hands with
the nails that were driven through Snip's feet; and then, without a
thought of his grandfather or of his own hunger, he bore away the dead
dog in his arms, and wandered far out of sight or sound of the hateful,
cruel world, into one of the most solitary plains upon the uplands.

Any one passing by might have thought that Stephen was fast asleep in the
last slanting rays of the sun, which shone upon him there some time after
the evening shadows had fallen upon