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"She sot down," said Joe, "and she got up, and she made a grab at Tickler, and she Ram-paged out. Then she took some butter (not too much) on a knife and spread it on the loaf, in an apothecary kind of way, as if she were making a plaster,-using both sides of the knife with a slapping dexterity, and trimming and moulding the butter off round the crust.That's what she did," said Joe, slowly clearing the fire between the lower bars with the poker, and looking at it; "she Ram-paged out, Pip." "Has she been gone long, Joe? "If it warn't for me you'd have been to the churchyard long ago, and stayed there. Then, she gave the knife a final smart wipe on the edge of the plaster, and then sawed a very thick round off the loaf: which she finally, before separating from the loaf, hewed into two halves, of which Joe got one, and I the other.It was as if I had to make up my mind to leap from the top of a high house, or plunge into a great depth of water.And it was made the more difficult by the unconscious Joe.A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin. But now I was frightened again, and ran home without stopping. Joe Gargery, was more than twenty years older than I, and had established a great reputation with herself and the neighbors because she had brought me up "by hand." Having at that time to find out for myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought up by hand.

Tickler was a wax-ended piece of cane, worn smooth by collision with my tickled frame. First, with her left hand she jammed the loaf hard and fast against her bib,-where it sometimes got a pin into it, and sometimes a needle, which we afterwards got into our mouths.Joe's forge adjoined our house, which was a wooden house, as many of the dwellings in our country were,-most of them, at that time. I may truly say I've never had this apron of mine off since born you were. "You'll drive me to the churchyard betwixt you, one of these days, and O, a pr-r-recious pair you'd be without me!When I ran home from the churchyard, the forge was shut up, and Joe was sitting alone in the kitchen. It's bad enough to be a blacksmith's wife (and him a Gargery) without being your mother." My thoughts strayed from that question as I looked disconsolately at the fire. " As she applied herself to set the tea-things, Joe peeped down at me over his leg, as if he were mentally casting me and himself up, and calculating what kind of pair we practically should make, under the grievous circumstances foreshadowed.At such a time I found out for certain that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dikes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip. " cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. " "Pip, sir." "Once more," said the man, staring at me. "Darn me if I couldn't eat em," said the man, with a threatening shake of his head, "and if I han't half a mind to't! On the edge of the river I could faintly make out the only two black things in all the prospect that seemed to be standing upright; one of these was the beacon by which the sailors steered,-like an unhooped cask upon a pole,-an ugly thing when you were near it; the other, a gibbet, with some chains hanging to it which had once held a pirate."Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat! " I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying. The man was limping on towards this latter, as if he were the pirate come to life, and come down, and going back to hook himself up again. I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung to him with both hands, and said, "If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more." He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock. "Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again.Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. When the church came to itself,-for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet,-when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling while he ate the bread ravenously. I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside. " I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to him at the Battery, early in the morning. But presently I looked over my shoulder, and saw him going on again towards the river, still hugging himself in both arms, and picking his way with his sore feet among the great stones dropped into the marshes here and there, for stepping-places when the rains were heavy or the tide was in.My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. "You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha' got." I believe they were fat, though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong. The marshes were just a long black horizontal line then, as I stopped to look after him; and the river was just another horizontal line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black; and the sky was just a row of long angry red lines and dense black lines intermixed.She concluded by throwing me-I often served as a connubial missile-at Joe, who, glad to get hold of me on any terms, passed me on into the chimney and quietly fenced me up there with his great leg. Therefore I resolved to put my hunk of bread and butter down the leg of my trousers.The effort of resolution necessary to the achievement of this purpose I found to be quite awful.