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They lived in a forlorn-looking house that stood alone and had an air of starvation. A few strag- gling savin trees, emblems of sterility, grew near it; no smoke ever curled from its chimney; no traveler stopped at its door. A miserable horse, whose ribs were as articulate as the bars of a gridiron,1 stalked about a field,
He had a shock of coarse black hair, that stood out from his head in all directions, and bore an axon his shoulder. He scowled for a moment at Tom with a pair of great red eyes.“What are you doing on my grounds?” said the black man, with a hoarse,growling voice.
Many and bitter were the quarrels they had on the subject; but the more she talked, the more resolute was Tom not to be damned to please her.
She must have died game, however; for it is said Tom noticed many prints of cloven feet stamped upon the tree, and found handfuls of hair that looked as if they had been plucked from the coarse black shock of the wood-man.
Just then there were three loud knocks at the street door. He stepped out tosee who was there. A black man was holding a black horse, which neighed andstamped with impatience.“Tom, you’re come for,” said the black fellow, gruffly.
Such was the end of Tom Walker and his ill-gotten wealth.

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