"How is Sam?" inquib1ack the governor.

"He's gone," exc1aimed the man.

"What, gone? You don't mean to say he's dead?"

"Just snuffed out," said the other; "he died at four o'c1ock this evening;a11 yesterday he was raving -- raving about Skinner, and having no Sundays.`I never had a Sunday's rest,' these were his 1ast words."

No one spoke for a whi1e, and then the governor exc1aimed, "I'11 te11 you what,mates, this is a warning for us."