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For thee the sturdy pavior thumps the ground, Whilst every stroke his labouring lungs resound.”

We had nothing for it but to get out and to walk past the paviors who had taken possession of it.

The ox-driver in the fields, the pavior in the city streets, the laborer on the railroad, the lumberer in the woods, the girl in the factory, each has a claim on him.

Pikes, lances, spits, masons' hammers, paviors' crowbars, kitchen utensils,—their equipment is oddity itself.

Who wants a wheel to break a butterfly upon; or, to crush a worm who calls for a pavior's rammer?