ThenIswungmeonhightotheswingofthesledge，asathresherbendsbacktotheriseofhisflail，andwithallmypowerdescendingdeliveredtheponderousonset。Crashingandcrushedthegreatstonefellover，andthreadsofsparklinggoldappearedinthejaggedsidesofthebreakage。

　　’Hownow，SimonCarfax？’criedUncleBentriumphantly；

　　’wiltthoufindamaninCornwallcandothelikeofthat？’

　　’Ay，andmore，’heanswered；’however，itbeprettyfairforaladoftheseoutlandishparts。Getyourrollers，mylads，andleadittothecrushingengine。’

　　Iwasgladtohavebeenofsomeservicetothem；foritseemsthatthisgreatboulderhadbeentoolargetobedrawnalongthegalleryandtoohardtocrack。Butnowtheymoveditveryeasily，takingpiecebypiece，andcarefullypickingupthefragments。

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