Until he set to work--the workers cut each other's throats, and murdered a Chinaman or a Labour policeman at times, and left the rest of us in peace.

Dead bodies! Robbing! Darkness! Such a thing hasn't been this gross of years.

Eh!--but 'tis ill on small folks when the great fall out! It's ill." "Did you say--there had not been--what ?--for a gross of years ?" "Eh ?" said the old man.
The old man said something about clipping his words, and made him repeat this a third time.

"Fighting and slaying, and weapons in hand, and fools bawling freedom and the like," said the old man.

"Not in all my life has there been that.