Fifty Five: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy: The March Following Bathsheba Boldwood
The month of March. A breezy day without sunshine, frost or dew. On Yalbury hill, midway between Weatherbury and Casterbridge, where the turn-pike passes over the crest, numerous groups of people had gathered, their eyes stretched a distant north. The groups consisted of idlers, javelin men, and two trumpeters. In the midst were carriages, one of which contained the sheriff in uniform. Among the idlers were Weatherbury men and boys, and included Joseph Poorgrass, Jan Coggan, and Cain Ball. They were waiting there for half an hour, and a travelling carriage brought one of the judges, which came up the hill and halted at the top. The judge changed carriages , while the trumpets were blown and the procession proceeded towards the town, while the Weatherbury men returned home to their work. "Joseph, I saw you squeezing close to the carriage," said Coggan as they walked. "Did you see my lord judge's face? "I saw," said Poorgrass, "I looked hard...