Thomas Hardy

The Woodlanders Thomas Hardy

In the room from which this cheerful blaze proceeded, he beheld a girl seated on a willow chair, and busily occupied by the light of the fire, which was ample and of wood. With a bill-hook in onehand and a leather glove, much too large for her, on the other, she was making spars, such as areused by thatchers, with great rapidity. She wore a leather apron for this purpose, which was alsomuch too large for her figure. On her left hand lay a bundle of the straight, smooth sticks calledspar-gads-the raw material of her manufacture; on her right, a heap of chips and ends-therefuse-with which the fire was maintained; in front, a pile of the finished articles. To produce themshe took up each gad, looked critically at it from end to end, cut it to length, split it into four, andsharpened each of the quarters with dexterous blows, which brought it to a triangular point preciselyresembling that of a bayonet. Beside her, in case she might require more light, a brass candlestick stood on a little round table, curiously formed of an old coffin-stool, with a deal top nailed on, the white surface of the lattercontrasting oddly with the black carved oak of the substructure. The social position of thehousehold in the past was almost as definitively shown by the presence of this article as that of anesquire or nobleman by his old helmets or shields. It had been customary for every well-to-dovillager, whose tenure was by copy of court-roll, or in any way more permanent than that of themere cotter, to keep a pair of these stools for the use of his own dead; but for the last generation ortwo a feeling of cui bono had led to the discontinuance of the custom, and the stools werefrequently made use of in the manner described. The young woman laid down the bill-hook for a moment and examined the palm of her righthand, which, unlike the other, was ungloved, and showed little hardness or roughness about it. Thepalm was red and blistering, as if this present occupation were not frequent enough with her tosubdue it to what it worked in. As with so many right hands born to manual labor, there wasnothing in its fundamental shape to bear out the physiological conventionalism that gradations ofbirth, gentle or mean, show themselves primarily in the form of this member. Nothing but a cast ofthe die of destiny had decided that the girl should handle the tool; and the fingers which clasped theheavy ash haft might have skilfully guided the pencil or swept the string, had they only been set todo it in good tim