ThenIswungmeonhightotheswingofthesledge，asathresherbendsbacktotheriseofhisflail，andwithallmypowerdescendingdeliveredtheponderousonset。Crashingandcrushedthegreatstonefellover，andthreadsofsparklinggoldappearedinthejaggedsidesofthebreakage。
’Hownow，SimonCarfax？’criedUncleBentriumphantly；
’wiltthoufindamaninCornwallcandothelikeofthat？’
’Ay，andmore，’heanswered；’however，itbeprettyfairforaladoftheseoutlandishparts。Getyourrollers，mylads，andleadittothecrushingengine。’
Iwasgladtohavebeenofsomeservicetothem；foritseemsthatthisgreatboulderhadbeentoolargetobedrawnalongthegalleryandtoohardtocrack。Butnowtheymoveditveryeasily，takingpiecebypiece，andcarefullypickingupthefragments。