One evening the report spread along the main street (which was the only street) that three men had been killed at another camp not far away, and that the bodies were coming in. Soon an ancient wagon labored up the hill, pulled by a couple of tired horses. The wagon contained a large box. As Soon as its general shape could be seen in the faint light of the camp, it began to affect those who were standing around. Death always enforces respect，and though no one had yet seen dead bodies inside, the crowd gradually became quiet. When the horses came to a standstill, the wagon was immediately surrounded. The driver, however, was not in the least impressed with the seriousness of his responsibility.

在一个漆黑的夜晚，一则消息迅速传遍整条大街（唯一的大街）---有三个男人在距此不远的营地里被杀，其尸体即将运回。不久，人们看到一辆破旧的四轮马车吃力地行驶在山路上，拉车的两匹马疲惫地喘着粗气。车上装着一口大号棺材，当人们借助营地内昏暗的灯光看到阴森的棺材时，周围的人无不神情紧张。尽管没有一个人看到棺材内的尸体，但死亡总是令人恐惧。围观的人群渐渐平静下来，当两匹马停稳时，人们呼拉一下围住了马车，唯有车夫表情依然，认真例行着自己的职责。