Humphrey went
out, and having found his tools, set to his task--he worked hard, and,
before morning, had finished. He then went in, and took his place on
the bed, by the side of Edward, who was in a sound sleep. At daylight
Humphrey rose, and waked Edward. "All is ready, Edward; but I fear you
must help me to put poor Jacob in the cart: do you think you can?"
"Oh, yes; my arm is much easier, and I feel very different from what I
did last night. If you will go and get the cart, I will see what I can
do in the mean time."
When Humphrey returned, he found Edward had selected a sheet to wind
the body in, but could not do more till Humphrey came to help him.
They then wrapped it round the body, and earned it out of the cottage,
and put it into the cart.
"Now, Edward, shall we call our sisters?"
"No, not yet; let us have the body laid in the grave first, and then
we will call them."
They dragged the body on the cart to the grave, and laid it in it, and
then returned back and put the pony in the stable again.
"Are there not prayers proper for reading over the dead?" said
Humphrey.
"I believe that there are, but they are not in the Bible, so we must
read some portion of the Bible," said Edward.
"Yes, I think there is one of the Psalms which it would be right to
read, Edward," said Humphrey, turning over the leaves; "here it is,
the ninetieth, in which you recollect it says, 'that the days of man
are threescore years and ten.
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