text:  "It is a thing not to be thought " he said while returning with the man "that I shall ever come back here to the old church again alive or dead; seeing that I am too poor for any one to bring my old bones all the way from Cardigan to put them in the same ground with _his_ as I did dream of in my better days and too old for a man used to free air and the hill-sides all his life to live long in a prison or indeed out of one--but we must all die