not spoiled。 If I catch the fellow hereabouts again； I shall feel like
tossing him into the furnace！〃
With his long pole in his hand； he ascended to the top of the kiln。
After a moment's pause； he called to his son。
〃Come up here； Joe！〃 said he。
So little Joe ran up the hillock； and stood by his father's side。
The marble was all burnt into perfect； snow…white lime。 But on its
surface； in the midst of the circle… snow…white too； and thoroughly
converted into lime… lay a human skeleton； in the attitude of a person
who； after long toil； lies down to long repose。 Within the ribs…
strange to say… was the shape of a human heart。
〃Was the fellow's heart made of marble？〃 cried Bartram； in some
perplexity at this phenomenon。 〃At any rate； it is burnt into what
looks like special good lime； and； taking all the bones together； my
kiln is half a bushel the richer for him。〃
So saying； the rude lime…burner lifted his pole； and； letting it
fall upon the skeleton； the relics of Ethan Brand were crumbled into
fragments。
THE END
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