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Show CHAPTER FOUR It was a fine press. Lathrop watched eagerly as Hyrum was positioning all the parts. "I'd never really thought about it til now!" declared Hyrum. "The destiny o t'letter?" asked Lathrop. "No. the...well yes, you could put it that road, all reight. 'The destiny of the letter'...." "Get on, Hyrum, tha's roused my curiosity!" "I was just thinking ont curious names for parts o t'press. You see this tympan here--when it's in an upright position, it rests agen what's called, .'the gallows.' And this 'ere, this tray-like apparatus 'ere that holds t'type, it's called, 'the coffin.'" Lathrop noticed that Hyrum was drained of his usual high color this day. "Thy imagination is affecting thy sensibilities!" cajoled Lathrop. "It's befitting a printer on a fool's errand...or worse," Hyrum was convinced. "Now you're lettin worry be father to thy imagination," cautioned Lathrop. "And why shouldn't Ah worry? It's broad daylight, not even a bit o fog to keep a body shut up, and |