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` We can see that your Indian is a savage , because he wears skins and feathers ; but your Irish cottar or your English labourer , because he happens to wear a coat and trousers , is to be considered a civilised man . ' ` It 's the way of the world , sir , ' said Tregarva , ` judging carnal judgment , according to the sight of its own eyes ; always looking at the outsides of things and men , sir , and never much deeper . But as for reading , sir , it 's all very well for me , who have been a keeper and dawdled about like a gentleman with a gun over my arm ; but did you ever do a good day 's farm-work in your life ? If you had , man or boy , you would n't have been game for much reading when you got home ; you 'd do just what these poor fellows do , -- tumble into bed at eight o'clock , hardly waiting to take your clothes off , knowing that you must turn up again at five o'clock the next morning to get a breakfast of bread , and , perhaps , a dab of the squire 's dripping , and then back to work again ; and so on , day after day , sir , week after week , year after year , without a hope or a chance of being anything but what you are , and only too thankful if you can get work to break your back , and catch the rheumatism over . ' ` But do you mean to say that their labour is so severe and incessant ? ' ` It 's only God 's blessing if it is incessant , sir , for if it stops , they starve , or go to the house to be worse fed than the thieves in gaol . And as for its being severe , there 's many a boy , as their mothers will tell you , comes home night after night , too tired to eat their suppers , and tumble , fasting , to bed in the same foul shirt which they 've been working in all the day , never changing their rag of calico from week 's end to week 's end , or washing the skin that 's under it once in seven years . '