A spade had damaged it, and one of the temple
quarters was wanting. 1 am no phrenologist, not knowing one
organ from another, but 1 thought the skull of that wretched man
no study. If it was particular for anything, it was for a smooth,
almost perfect rotundity, with only a little protuberance above the
vent of the ear.
When we came to that part of the grave that had never been
opened before, the appearance of everything was quite different.
There the remains lay under a close vault of moss, and within a
vacant space; and I suppose, by the digging in the former part of
the grave, the part had been deepened, and drawn the moisture
away from this part, for here all was perfect. The breeches still
suited the thigh, the stocking the leg, and the garters were wrapt
as neatly and as firm below the knee as if they had been newly
tied. The shoes were all open in the seams, the hemp having
decayed, but the soles, upper leathers and wooden heels, which
were made of birch, were all as fresh as any of those we wore.
There was one thing I could not help remarking, that in the inside
of one of the shoes there was a layer of cow's dung, about one-
eighth of an inch thick, and in the hollow of the sole fully one-
fourth of an inch.
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