The widowed and
childless Mrs. Flower, for the so-called Harding was her son, claimed
his body, and what remained of her husband's; and asked Mr. Perrowne to
read the burial service over them in the little graveyard behind his
humble church. Mr. Bangs, his work over, got the use of a waggon and the
services of Ben Toner, to take his dead comrade's coffin to Collingwood.
Nobody claimed the remains of Rawdon, till old Mr. Newberry came
forward, and said he would take the shell in his waggon, with the woman
and the boy, and give it Christian burial in the plot back of the
Wesleyan church. "We can't tell," he said, "what passed between him and
his Maker when he was struggling for life. Gie un the bainifit o' the
doot." So, Ben and Serlizer rolled away with Bangs, and Nash's coffin;
and Matilda and her son accompanied Rawdon's remains, in Mr. Newberry's
waggon. At the same time, with the sad, grey-haired woman as chief
mourner, and Mrs. Carmichael beside her, a funeral procession passed
from Bridesdale to the post office, and thence to the English
churchyard, where old Styles and Sylvanus dug the double grave, around
which, in deep solemnity, stood the Captain and Mr.
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