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eI've got to tell you something," I as time went on, nsi my small chair
said,. 'beside him, while Aunt Deel adjusted
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Shone 267, Stratford.
boiled potatoes and e flapjacks and
maple sugar! All through my long
life I have sought .vain for a din.
nor -like it, I helped with the wash-
ing of .the dishes and, that done, Bill
made a back fOr his fire of green
beech logs, placed one upon the other
and held in place by stakes driven in
the ground. By 'and py ,Mie Wright
asked me if I would like to walk over
, to Alder Brook with him.
"The fish are smaller 'here and I
ikguess you could catch 'em," said he.
The invitation filled me with joy
and we set out together through the
thick woods. The leaves were just
come and their vivid, glossy green
sprinkled out in- the foliage of the
little beeches and the woods smelt of
new things. The trail was over-
grown and great trees had fallen in.
to it and we had to pick our way
around them. The Comptroller car-
ried me on his back over the wet
places and we found the brook at last
and he baited my hoolewhile I caught
our basket nearly full of little trout,
Coming back we lost the trail and
presently the Comptroller stopped and
said:
"Bart, I'm afraid we're going
wrong. Let's sit down here and take
a look at the compass.
He took out his compass, and I
stood by his knee and watched the
quivering needle.
"Yes, sir," he went nn. "We just
hulled around up there on the bill
and started for Alder Brook again."
As we wont on he added: "When
you're in doubt look at the compass.
It always knows its way."
eme "How does it know?" I said,.
'It couldn't tell ye how and I
couldn't. There are lots o' things
in the world that nobody can under -
t I "
The needle' now pointed toward its
favorite star.
"My uncle says that everything
and everybody has compasses in 'ern
to show 'ern the way to go," I re -5
marked thoughtfully.
"He's right," said the Comptroller.
"I'm glad you 'told me for I'd never
thought of it. Every man has a
comass in his heart to tell which
way'is right. I shall 'always remem-
ber that, partner."
He •gaye me a little , hug as we •
sat together and I wondered what a
partner might be, for the word was
new to me. •
"What's partner?" I asked.
"Somebody you like to have with
you."
Always when we were together af-
ter that, hour the great man called
me "partner."
We neared camp in that last light
of. the day. Mr. Wright stopped to
clean Our fish at a little murmuring
brook and I ran on ahead for1 eould
hear the crackling of :tacamp-fire
and the voice of Bill Sealetthought
in whispers what I shotil ay to my
Uncle Peabody and they were brave
words. I was close open- the roar of
the camp when checked my eager
pace and approached, on tiptoe.
was going to surprise: and frighten
my uncle and then embrace him.
Suddenly my heart stood still, for I
heard him saying words fit only for
the tongue of a Dug Draper or a
Charley Boyce -the meanest boy in
school -low, wicked words which
Uncle Peabody himself had taught
me to fear and despise. My Uncle
Peabody! Once I heard a man telling
of a doomful hour in which his for-
tune won by years of hard work,
broke and vanished like a bubble.'
The dismay he spoke of reminded me
of my own that day.. My Aunt Deel
had told me that the devil used bad
words to tempt his victims into a
lake of fire where they sizzled and
smoked and yelled forever and felt
worse every minute, than one sitting
on a isot griddle. To save me from
such a fate my uncle 'had nearly
blistered me with his slipper. How
was 'I to save him? I stead still for
a moment of confusion and anxiety, ,
with my hand over my mouth, while
a strange sickness came upon isle. A
great cold wave had twept in off '
the uncharted seas and. flooded my
little beach and covered it with •
wreckage. What was I to' do? I
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caoldn't bear to spak !ridra even,
Iniew`thet, I COlidiet :Ili him. I
t3Q and Walked lir away.
Mie -dear, careless 'olenpe'-was in
A I thinkf t ,
great ge
what a whited sepulchre'he had be-
come en a moment! •lied I better
consult Mr, Wright? No. My pride
in my uncle and my love for him
• would not permit it. I mat bear
my burden alone Until could tell
Mint Deel. She would know what to
, do. Mr Wright came along and
found me sitting in deep dejection on
a bed of vivid, green moss by an
old stump 'at the trail -side.
"What ye doing here?" he asked
in surprise. •
' "Nothing." I answered gravely.
The Camptroller must have observ-
ed the sorrow in my face, for he
asked:
"What's the matter?" •
"Nothing," I lied', and then my
conscience caught up with my tongue
'and I added: "It's a secret."
i Fearing that my uncle would dis-
grace himself in the hearing of Mr.
, Wright I said something -I do not
remember what, save that it related
to the weather -in a loud voice, by
way of, warning.
They noticed the downcast look of
me when we entered the camp.
• "Why, Bub, you look tired," said
' Uncle Peabody as he gaire me that
familiar hug of his.
I did not greet him with the cheer-
ful warmth which had characterized -
'''our meetings, and seeing the disap-
pointment in his look I kissed him
rather flippantly.
"Lay down on this old sheep skin
and take, a nap," said he. "It's warm
in yrs.'
He spread the, sheep skin on the
balsam boughs back under the lean-
to anti I lay down upon ,and felt
the glow of the fire and heard the
taly of She men but gave no heed
to it. I *timed my filo away from
them- and lay as if asr6ep, but with
a mind suddenly estranged and very
busy.
;know what I knew not then,
that my soul was breaking camp
on the edge of the world and getting
ready to move osier the line. Still no
suspicion of the truth' reached me
that since I came to live with him
my uncle had been hitting and break-
ing his tongue. It occurred to me
that Bill Seaver, whom I secretly de.
spised:-.4ad spoilt him and that I
had done wrong in leaving him all
the afternoon defenseless in bad
company.
I wondered if' he were beyond hope
or if he would hate to fry and smoke
and yell forever. Bat I had hope.
My faith in Aunt Deel as a correc-
tor and punisher was very great. She
would know what to do. I heard the
men talking in low voices as they
cooked the supper and the frying of
the fish and bacon.' It had grown
dark. Uncle Peabody came and
leaned over me with a lighted candle
and touched my face with his hand.
I lay still with closed eyes. He felt
me and I heard him say to the others:
"He's asleep and his cheeks are
wet. Looks as if 'he'd been cryin' all
to himself there. I guess he got too
tired,"
Then Mr. Wright said: "Some-
thing happened to tilt boy this after-
noon. I don't know what. I stop-
ped at the brook to clean the fish
and he ran on toward the camp to
surprise you. I came along soon and
found him sitting alone by the trail
out there. He looked as if he hadn't
a friend in the world. I asked him
what was the matter and he said it
was a secret."
"Say, by-" Uncle Peabody paused. I
"He must a stole up here and heard
me tellin' that -"he paused again
and went on: "Say, I wouldn't 'a' had
him hear that for a thousan' dollars..
I don't know how to behave Myself
when I get in the woods. If you're
goin' to travel with a boy like that
you've got to be good all the time -
ye can't take no rest or vacation at
all whatever."
"You've got to be sound through
and through or they'll find it out,"
said the Comptroller. "You can't fool
'em long."
"He's got a purty keen edge on
him," said Bill Seaver.
"On the whole I think he's the
most interesting child .I ever saw,"
said Mr. Wright.
I knew that these words were com-
pliments but their meaning waa. not
quite clear to me. The words, how-
ever, impressed and pleased me deep-
ly and I recalled them often after
that night. I immediately regretted
them, for I was hungry and wanted
to get up and eat some supper but
had to lie a while longer now so
they would -not know that my ears
had been open. Nothing more was
said and I lay and listened to the
wind in the tree -tops and the crackl-
ing of the fife, and suddenly the day
ended.
I felt the gentle hand of Uncle
Peabody on my face, and I heard him
spqak my name very tenderly. I
'opened my este. 'The ion was shin-
ing. • It was a neve day. BID Seaver
had 'begun to cook the breakfast. I
felt better AS tan dawn to the land-
ing and vomited. My uncle's face had
serious look in it. So had Mt.
Wright's. I was happy but dimly
conscious of a change.
I 'remember, how Bill beat the
venison .steak, which he had brought
in his pack basket, with the bead of
hie ex, adding a strip of blicou and a
pinch of' salt, naw and then; until
the whole was a' thielc masa of pulp
which he broiled over the. hot Coals.
"I bawd him say naughty worde•'°:, At set'thoee o et rie o
"What'words?" muscles, bad sat down to look abroad
"I-4 can't say 'ern They're wick- with the mind's eye. TheW reason
ed afraid ho goin' to be began to concern itself with problems
burl up, I stammered. beyond the narrow limits of the house
confessed: the wings of the poet and rose above
Aunt Deel turned to me and said: all their humble tasks.
• "Bart, you' go right down to the I recall now, when' the candles were
barn and bring me a strap -ayes!-- lighted, storyteller, statesman, ex -
you bring me a strap -right away." plorer, poet and preacher came from
I walked slowly toward the barn- the far ends of the earth and poured
For the momeat.I was sorry that I their souls into ours. It was a dim
had told on my uncle. Scalding tears light -that of the candlesc-but even
began to flow down my cheeks. I . to -day it shines through ilie long al -
sat on the steps to the hay loft for ley of these many years upon my
a moment to collect my thoughts. pathway. I see now what I saw not
Then I heard Aunt Deel call to then in the candle light, a race march -
me: "Hurry up. Bart." ing out of darkness, ignorance and
I rose and picked, out the smallest pcverty with our little party in the
strap I could find and walked slowly caravan. Crowding on, they widen -
back to the house. I said, in a ed the narrow way of their stern
trembling voice, as I approached them religion,
"I -I don't think lid meant it." At first we had only The Horse
"He'll have to he punishqd-just Farrier, The Cattle Book, The Story
the same -ayes -he will." of the Indian Wars -a book which
We went into the house together, I had been presented to Aunt Deel by
sniffiing, but curious to see what was her grandmother, and which in its
going to happen. Uncle Peabody, by shroud of white linen lay buried in
prearrangement, as' I know now, lay her trunk most' of the time for fear
face downward on the sofa, and Aunt harm would come to it, as it did, in-
Deel began to apply the strap. It deed, when in a moment of generosity
was more than I could bear, and I she had loaned it to me. The Bible
threw myself between my beloved and the St. Lawrence Republican were
friend and the • strap and pleaded I always with us.
with loud cries for his forgiveness. Many a night, when a speech of
Uncle Peabody rose and walked out Daniel Webster or Henry Clay or
of the house without a word and with Dewitt Clinton had pushed me to the
a sterner look in his face than I had , edge of unconsciousness, while I Te-
rser seen there. I searched for him ' sisted by counting the steel links in
as soon as my excitemen. had passed the watch chain of Uncle Peabody -
but in 'vain. I' went out back of the my rosary in every time of trouble -
cow harts and looked away down a- 1 I had been, howled over the brink by
cross the stumpy fiat" Neither he some account of horse colic and its
not Shep were in sight, a I remedy, or of the proper treatment
lonely afternoon I wateltod for him, of hoof disease in sheep. I suffered,
The sun fell warm but my day was . keenly from the horse colic and like
dark. Aunt Deel found ino in tears troubles and from, the many hopes
and perils of democracy in my child-
lood I found the Bible, hgwever,
tat most joyless book of all, Samson
being, as I though, the only man in
it who amounted to much. A shado.v
lay across its pages which came, I
think, from the awful solemnity of
my aunt 'when she opened them. It
reminded me of a dark rainy day
made fearful by thunder and light-
ning. It was not the cheerful thing,
illumined by the immortal faith of
man which, since then, I have found
it to be. The box of books changed
the whole current of our lives.
1 I remember vividly that evening
when we took out the books and
tenderly felt their covers and read
their titles. There were Cruikshanks'
Comic Almanac and Hood's Comic
great as any I have evil. known, He Annual; 'tales by Washington Irving
greeted me with a cheerful word and. and James K. Paulding and Nathaniel
leaned over me and held use close Hawthorne and Miss Mitford and
against his legs and looked into in Y Miss Austin; the poems of John Mil- i
eyes and asked: ton and Felicia Hemans. Of the tree -
"Are you vrillin' to kiss 'me?" sures in the box I have now in my
' I kissed him and then.he said: possession: A life of Washington,
"If ye ever hear me talk like that The Life and Writings of Doctor
ng'in, I'll let the stonteet man in Duckworth, The Stolen Child, by John
Ballybeen hit me with his ax." Galt, Esq.; Rosine Laval, by "Mr.
"Pe so. I said 'em," my uncle and farm; their imaginations took
sitting fin the steps :if the cheese
hoes,. and got' her Indian hook out
of her trunk and, after she had cau-
tioned me to he very careful of it.
let me sit down with it by myself
alone, and look at the pictures.
I had looked forward to the time
when I could be trusted to sit alone
with the Indian book. In my excite-
ment over the picture of a red man
tcmahawking a child I turned a page
so swiftly that I put a long tear in
it. My pleasure was gone. I care-
fully joined the torn, edges and clos-
ed the book and put it on the table
and ran and hid behipd„the barn.
By and by I sate Miele Peabody
coming down the lane with the cows,
an ax on his shouldele I ran to
meet him with a joy in Any heart as
illothePtirat.
Child. She read slowly and often- ,nm' atilt anif -
paused for comment or explenation:
or laughter or to Much the corner 'of'
an eye with a corner of her ifandker-
chief in moments when we were all
deeply moved by the misfortune, of
our favorite characters, which were
acute and numerous. Often she stop-
ped to spell out phrases of French or.
Latin, whereupon Uncle Peabody
would exclaim:
"Call it 'snags' and go on."
The "snags" were numerous in cer-
tain of the books we read, in which
case Uncle Peabody would exclaim:
"Say, that's purty rough plowin'.
Mebbe you better move into another came with a plate of donemtttn,tm.
How often I have heard Aunt Deel
reading when the effect was like this;
"The Duchess exclaimed with an
accent which betrayed the fact 'that
she had been reared in the French
Capital: 'Snags!' Whereupon Sir Ro-
ger rejoined in French equally patri- rove an night."
clan: "Snags!" "I'll git some blankets an' maker'
Those days certain 'authors felt it a bed for her, good 'nough for any.
necessary to prove that their educe- body, out in the hired man's roomy
tion had not been neglected on for- over the shed," said my uncle.
gotten. Their way was strewn with He brought the lantern -a little
fragments of classic lore intended to tower of perforated tin -and put a
awe and mystify the reader, while lighted candle inside of it. Then -he
evidences of correct religious senti- • beckoned to the stranger, who fol.
Inuits were dropped, here and there, lowed him out of the front door, with
to reassure him. The newspapers the plate of food in her hands.
and magazines of the time, like var. "Well I declare! It's a long, 'time
tain of its books, were salted with since she went up this road-tayesP"'
little advertisements of religion, and said Aunt Deel, yawning as she
virtue and and honesty and thrift. sumed her chair.
In those magazines we read of the "Who is ol' Kate?" I asked.
great West -"the poor man's para- "Oh, just a poor ol' crazy woman-
dise"-"the stoneless land of plenty," wanders all 'round -ayes!"
of its delightful climate, of the ease., , "What made her crazy?"
with which the farmer prospered on "Oh, I gness somebody misused
its rich soil. Uncle Peabody spoke and deceived her when she was young
playfully of going West, after that, -ayes! It's an awful wicked thing
hut Aunt Deel made no answer and to do. Come, Bart -go right up to,
concealed her opinion on that subject bed now. It's high time -ayes!" n'
for a long time. As for myself, the "I want to wait 'til Uncle Peabody
reading had deepened my interest in comes back," said I.
east and west and north and south "Why?" •
and in the skies above them. Dow "I -I'm afraid she'll do sornethie
mysterious and inviting they haitffie- to him."
the ore. lefeet47 X
cly the fort-urteete
Mee stele lighted' bee,
looked at
with four Angers spresa
"Ayes," said Aunt Dee
fear
My aunt retse and Went
briery while 'I sat staring
ragged old woman. Her.„
white now and partly coveredl
worn and faded helmet Perlad
as she was I did not mieri the Been
nese in her sipile and het blue Op
when she looked at me
flea" bread and butter and head cheese •ti
said in a voice full of pity:
"Poor ol' Kate -- ayes! Ilene* VI.
scmethin' for ye-ayest"
She turned to my uncle and BAK;
"Peabody Baynes, what'll we do-+
I'd like to know -ayes! She coml.
come! "Nonsense! 01' Kate is just as
One evening a neighbor had brought harmless as a kitten. Yon take your
the Republican from the post -office, candle and go right up to bed -this.
Iepened it and read aloud these words minute -ayes!"
in large type at the top of the page: I went up -stairs with the candle
end undressed very slowly and'
Silas Wright Elected to the U. S. thoughtfully while I listened for the footsteps of my uncle. I did not
into bed until I heard him come in
and blow out his lantern and start
up the stairway. As he undressed he
told me how for many years the.
strange woman had been roving in.
the roads "up hill and down dale,
thousands an' thousands o'
and never reaching the end of her
journey.
In a moment we heard a low wail'
above the sound of the breeze that
shcok the leaves of the old ''popple"
tree above our roof.
"What's that?" I whispered.
"I guess it's of Kate ravin'," said'
Uncle Peabody.
It touched my heart and I
telling for a time but heard
loud whisper of the poppld'R
"Well I want to know!" Uncle Pea-
body exclaimed. "That would make
me forgit it if I was goin' to be bung.
Go on and read what it says,"
I read of the choosing of our friends
for the seat made vacant by the res-
gnation of William L. Marcy, who
had been elected governor, and the
part which most impressed us were
these words from a letter of Mr.
Wright to Azariah Flagg, of Albany,
written when the former was asked
to accept the place:
I was not feeling well and went Smith"; Sermons and Essays, by
Wil -
to bed right after supper. As I was ham Ellery Channing. We found in
undressing I heard Aunt Deel ex- the box, also, thirty numbers of the
claim: "My heavens! See what that United States Magazine and Demo -
boy has done to my Indian book- cratic Review and sundry copies of
ayes!' Ain't 'that awful -ayes!" I the New York Mirror.
'Pretend ye ain't noticed it," said , "Ayes! I declare! What do you t
Uncle Peabody. "He's had trouble think o' this, Peabody Baynes!" Aunt I
enough for one day." Deel exclaimed as she sat turning
A deep silence followed in which I the pages of a novel. "Ye know
knew that Aunt Deel was probably Aunt Minervy used to say that a
wiping tears from her eyes.' I went novel- was a fast horse on the road
to bed feeling better,
to perdition -ayes!"
Next day the stage, on its way to "Well she wasn't-" Uncle Peabody
Ballybeen, came to our house and left began and stopped suddenly What s
a box and a letter from Mr. Wright, he meant hi' say about her will never
addressed to my uncle, which read: be definitely known. In half a mom-
ent he added:
"Dear Sir -I send herewith a box ' "I guess if Sile Wright recommends I t
of books and magazines in the hope 'em they won't hurt ns any."
"Ayes! I ain't afraid -we'll wade t
into 'ern," she answered recklessly.
"Ayes! we'll see what they're about."
Aunt Deel began with The Stolen t
"I am too young and too poor for
such an elevation. I have not had the
experience in that great theater of
pelitics to qualify me for a place so
exalted and responsible. I prefer
herefore the humbler position which
now occupy."
"That's his way," said Uncle Pea-
body. "They had hard work to con-
vince him that he knew enough to be
Surrogate.
"Big men have little conceit -ayes!"
aid Aunt Deel with a significant
glance at me.
The candles had burned low and
was watching the shroud of one of
hem when there came a rap at the
aoor. It was unusual for any one
o come to our door in the evening
and we were a bit startled. Uncle
Peabody opened it and old Kate en-
ered without speaking and nodded to
that you or Miss Baynes will read
them aloud to my little partner and
in doing so get some enjoyment and
prefit for yourselves.
"Yours respectfully,
"S 'Wright, Jr.
"P. S -When the contents of the
box has duly risen into your minds,
will you kindly see that it does a
like service to your neighbors in
School District No. 7? S. W., Jr."
"I guess Bart has made a friend o'
this great man--sartin ayes!" said
Aunt Deel. "I womb r who'll be the
next one."
CHAPTER V'
In the Light of the Candles.
I remember that I tried to walk and
-talk like Silas -Wright after that day.
Te had a way of twisting little locks
of his hair between hin thumb and
finger when he sat thinking. I prac-
tised that trick of his when I was
alone and unobserved.
One day I was weal ' up and
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down, as I had seen Mr. "'At do,
and talking to my friend es,"
when Aunt Deed called to nie' at /
stioeld bring the candlicznoldte from
the shed. I was keeper of' the molds
and greatly enjoyed the eandle-inak-
ing First we strong the wicks on
Slender wooden rods - 'split and
Whittled. by Uncle Peabody and me
as we sat down by thentove in the
evening. Then the eri.M were let
down into tin molds, ehbb of which
ended in a little inverted cone with
A hole through its point' We care-
fully worked the wick ends through
these perforations and, drew them
tigt. When the mold was ready we
peuredl in the melted tallow, which
hardened in a few minate. Later,
by pulling the wooden rods, we loos-
ened the candles and drew them out
ottheAnold. They were as smooth
CHAPTER VI
The Great Stranger.
Some strangers came along the
read those days -hunters, peddlers
and the like -and their coming filled
me with a joy, which mostly went a-
way with them. I regret to say. None
of these, however, appealed to my'
imagination as did old Kate. But
there was out stranger greater than
she -greater, indeed, than any other
who came into Rattleroad. He came
rarely and would not be long detain-
ed. How curiously sve looked at him,
knowing his fame and power! This
great stranger was Money,
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