第1章

Dearoldapple-tree,underwhosegnarledbranchesthesestorieswerewritten,toyouIdedicatethebook。Myheadwassoclosetoyou,whocantellfromwhencethethoughtscame?

Ionlyknowthatwhenalltheothertreesintheorchardwerebarren,therewerealwaysstoriestobefoundunderyourbranches,andsoitisourjointbook,dearapple-tree。YourpinkblossomshavefallenonthepageasIwrote;yourruddyfruithasdroppedintomylap;

thesunshinestreamedthroughyourleavesandtippedmypencilwithgold。

Thebirdssinginginyourboughsmayhavelentasweetnotehereandthere;anddoyourememberthedaywhenthegentleshowercame?

Wejustcurledthecloser,andyouandIandtheskyallcriedtogetherwhilewewrote\"TheFore-RoomRug。\"

Itshouldbealovelybook,dearapple-tree,butalas!

itisnotaltogetherthat,becauseIamnotsosimpleasyou,andbecauseIhavestrayedfartherawayfromtheheartofMotherNature。

KATEDOUGLASWIGGIN

\"Quillcote,\"Hollis,Maine,August12,1895。

CONTENTS。

TheVillageWatch-Tower1

Tomo’theBlueb’ryPlains31

TheNooningTree55

TheFore-RoomRug95

AVillageStradivarius123

TheEventfulTripoftheMidnightCry195

THEVILLAGEWATCH-TOWER。

Itstoodonthegentleslopeofahill,theoldgrayhouse,withitsweather-beatenclapboardsanditsroofofraggedshingles。

Itwasintheverylapoftheroad,sothatthestage-drivercouldalmostknockonthewindowpanewithoutgettingdownfromhisseat,onthoserareoccasionswhenhebrought\"oldMis’Bascom\"aparcelfromSaco。

Humbleanddilapidatedasitwas,itwasalmostbeautifulinthespringtime,whenthedandelion-dottedturfgrewclosetothegreatstonesteps;orinthesummer,whenthefamousBascomelmcastitsgracefulshadowoverthefrontdoor。

Theelm,indeed,wastheonlyobjectthateverdidcastitsshadowthere。LucindaBascomsaidher\"frontdoor’n’entryneverhedbenusedexceptforfun’rals,’n’shewasgoin’

tokeepitniceforthatpurpose,’n’notgetitalltrackedup。\"

Shewassittingnowwhereshehadsatforthirtyyears。

Herhigh-backedrocker,withitscushionofcopperplatepatchanditscrochetedtidy,stoodalwaysbyasouthernwindowthatlookedoutontheriver。Theriverwasasheetofcrystal,asitpouredoverthedam;arushing,roaringtorrentoffoamingwhite,asitsweptunderthebridgeandfoughtitswaybetweentherockycliffsbeyond,sweepingswirling,eddying,initsnarrowchannel,pulsingrestlesslyintotheraggedfissuresofitsshores,andleapingwithatempestuousroarintotheWitches’Eel-pot,adeepwoodedgorgecleftintheveryheartofthegranitebank。

ButLucindaBascomcouldseemorethantheriverfromherfavoritewindow。Itwasamuch-traveledroad,theroadthatranpastthehouseonitswayfromLibertyVillagetoMilliken’sMills。

Atotteringoldsign-board,onaverdanttriangleofturf,directedyouoverDeaconChute’shilltothe\"FlagMedderRoad,\"andfromthencetoLibertyCentre;thelittlepost-officeandstore,wherethestagestoppedtwiceaday,wasquitewithineyeshot;sowerethepublicwatering-trough,BrigadierHill,and,behindtheruinsofanoldmill,thewoodedpaththatledtotheWitches’Eel-pot,afavoritewalkforvillagelovers。Thiswasallonhersideoftheriver。

Asforthebridgewhichknittogetherthetwotinyvillages,nobodycouldpassoverthatwithoutbeingseenfromtheBascoms’。Therumbleofwheelsgenerallybroughtafamilypartytothewindow,——

JotBascom’swife(shethatwasDiademaDennett),Jothimself,ifhewereinthehouse,littleJot,andgrandpaBascom,wholookedatthepassers-bywithavacantsmilepartinghisthinlips。

OldMrs。Bascomherselfdidnotneedtherumbleofwheelstotellherthatavehiclewascoming,forshecouldseeitfullytenminutesbeforeitreachedthebridge,——attheverymomentitappearedatthecrestofSacoHill,wherestrangerspulleduptheirhorses,onaclearday,andpausedtolookatMountWashington,milesawayinthedistance。

ToryHillandSacoHillmetatthebridge,andjustthere,too,theriverroadbeganitsshadycoursealongtheeastsideofthestream:

inviewofallwhich\"oldMis’Bascom’ssettin’-roomwinder\"

mightwellbecalledthe\"VillageWatch-Tower,\"whenyouconsiderfurtherthatshehadmovedonlyfromherhigh-backedrockertoherbed,andfromherbedtoherrocker,formorethanthirtyyears,——

eversincethatjulydaywhenherhusbandhadhadasun-strokewhilepaintingthemeeting-housesteeple,andherbabyJonathanhadbeentherebyhastenedintoaworldnotintheleastreadytoreceivehim。

Shecouldnothavelivedwithoutthatwindow,shewouldhavetoldyou,norwithouttheriver,whichhadlulledhertosleepeversinceshecouldremember。Itwasinthesouthchamberupstairsthatshehadbeenborn。

Hermotherhadlainthereandlistenedtotheswirlofthewater,inthatyearwhentheriverwashigherthantheoldestinhabitanthadeverseenit,——

theyearwhenthecoveredbridgeattheMillshadbeencarriedaway,andwhentheoneattheFallswasinhourlydangerofsuccumbingtotheforceofthefreshet。

Allthemeninbothvillageswereworkingontheriver,strengtheningthedam,bracingthebridge,andbreakingthejamsoflogs;

andwiththepartingoftheboom,thesnappingofthebridgetimbers,thecrashingofthelogsagainsttherocks,andtheshoutsoftheriver-drivers,thelittleLucindahadcomeintotheworld。

Someonehadgoneforthefather,andhadfoundhimontheriver,wherehehadbeensinceday-break,drenchedwiththestorm,blownfrohisdangerousfootingtimeaftertime,butstillbattlingwiththegreatheaped-upmassesoflogs,wrenchingthemfromoneanother’sgrasp,andsendingthemdowntheswollenstream。

Finallythejambroke;andacheeroftriumphburstfromtheexcitedmen,asthelogs,freedfromtheirbondage,sweptdowntheragingflood,onandeveroninjoyousliberty,fasterandfaster,tilltheyencounteredsomenewobstacle,whentheyheapedthemselvestogetheragain,likepuppetsofFate,andwerebeatenbythewavesintoanotherhelplesssurrender。

Withthebreakingofthejam,onedeadmonarchoftheforestleapedintotheairasifithadbeenshotfromacannon’smouth,andlodgedbetweentwojuttingpeaksofrockhighontheriverbank。

Presentlyanotherlogwasdashedagainstit,butrolledoffandhurrieddownthestream;thenanother,andstillanother;butnoforceseemedenoughtodrivethegiantfromitsintrenchedposition。

\"Hurryondowntothenextjam,Raish,andletitalone,\"

criedthemen。\"Mebbeit’llgitwashedoffinthenight,andanyhowyoucan’tbudgeitwithnokindofatoolwe’vegothere。\"

Thenfromtheshorecameaboy’svoicecalling,\"There’sababyuptoyourhouse!\"Andthemenrepeatedinstentoriantones,\"Babyuptoyourhouse,Raish!Leggothelog;you’rewanted!\"

\"Boyorgirl?\"shoutedtheyoungfather。

\"Girl!\"camebacktheanswerabovetheroaroftheriver。

WhereuponRaishDunnellsteadiedhimselfwithhispickandtakingahatchetfromhisbelt,cutarudeletter\"L\"

onthesideofthestrandedlog。

\"L’sforLucindy,\"helaughed。\"Nowyoulogifyougit’sfurasSaco,dropintomywife’sfolksandtell’emthebaby’sname。\"

Therehadnotbeensuchafreshetforyearsbefore,andtherehadneverbeenonesince;so,asthequietseasonswentby,\"Lucindy’slog\"

wasleftinpeace,thecolumbinesbloomingallaboutit,theharebellshangingtheirheadsofdelicateblueamongtherocksthathelditinplace,thebirdsbuildingtheirnestsintheknot-holesofitswitheredside。

Seventyyearshadpassed,andoneachbirthday,fromthetimewhenshewasonly\"RaishDunnell’slittleLou,\"

totheyearswhenshewasLucindaBascom,wifeandmother,shehadwandereddownbytheriverside,andgazed,alittlesuperstitiouslyperhaps,onthelogthathadbeenmarkedwithan\"L\"onthemorningshewasborn。

Ithadstoodthewearandtearoftheelementsbravely,butnowitwasbeginning,likeLucinda,toshowitsage。

Itsbackwasbent,likehers;itsfacewasseamedandwrinkled,likeherown;andthevillageloverswholookedatitfromtheoppositebankwonderedif,afterall,itwouldholdoutaslongas\"oldMis’Bascom。\"

Sheheldoutbravely,oldMrs。Bascom,thoughshewas\"allskin,bones,andtongue,\"astheneighborssaid;fornobodyneededtogointotheBascoms’tobrightenupauntLucindaabit,ortakeherthenews;onewentintogetabitofbrightness,andtohearthenews。

\"Ishouldgetlonesome,Is’pose,\"shewaswonttosay,\"ifitwa’n’tforthewaythishouseisset,andthischair,andthiswinder,’n’all。

Menfolksusedtobuildsomeo’thehousesupinalane,orturn’embackorsidetotheroad,sothewomenfolkscouldn’tseeanythin’tokeeptheirmindsofftheirchurnin’ordish-washin’;butAaronDunnellhedsomethin’

elsetothinkabout,’n’thatwashimself,first,last,andallthetime。

Hisstorewasdowntobottomofthehill,’n’whenhecomeuptohismeals,heusedtosetwherehecouldseethedoor;’n’ifanycust’mercome,hecouldcallto’emtowaitaspelltillhegotthrougheatin’。Land!

Icanhearhimnow,yellin’to’em,withhismouthfullofvictuals!

Theyhedtowaittillhegotgood’n’ready,too。Therewa’n’tsomuchcomp’titioninbusinessthenasthereisnow,orhe’d’a’hedtogiveupeatin’orhireaclerk……I’vealwaysfelttobethankfulthatthehousewasonthisriseo’ground。Theteamshevtoslowupon’counto’

thehill,’n’itgivesmeconsid’blechancetoseefolks’n’whatthey’vegotinthebackofthewagon,’n’onething’n’other……Theneighborsiscontinuallycomin’inheretotalkaboutthingsthat’sgoin’

oninthevillage。Iliketohear’em,butland!theycan’ttellmenothing’!Theyoftensay,`Formassysakes,LucindyBascom,howd’

youknowthat?’`Why,’saysItothem,`Idon’tasknoquestions,’n’folksdon’ttellmenolies;Ijustsetinmywinder,’n’puttwo’n’twotogether,——that’sallIdo。’Iain’tneverbeninaplayhouse,butIdon’tsupposetheplay-actorsgitdownofftheplatformont’

themainfloortoexplaintothefolkswhatthey’vebendoin’,dothey?

Iexpect,iffolkscan’tunderstandtheirdraymaswhenthe’reactin’

of’emout,theyhavetogoignorant,don’tthey?Well,whatdoIwantwithexplainin’,wheneverythin’isactedoutrightintheroad?\"

TherewasquiteagatheringofneighborsattheBascoms’

onthisparticularJulyafternoon。Noinvitationshadbeensentout,andnonewereneeded。Acommonexcitementhadmadeitvitalthatpeopleshoulddropinsomewhere,andspeculateaboutcertaininterestingmatterswellknowntobegoingoninthecommunity,butgoingoninsuchanunderhandandsecretivefashionthatitwell-nighdestroyedone’sfaithinhumannature。

Thesitting-roomdoorwasopenintotheentry,sothatwhateverbreezetherewasmightcomein,andanunusualglimpseofthenewforeroomrugwasaffordedthespectators。

Everythingwasasneataswax,forDiademawasahousekeeperofthetypefastpassingaway。Thegreatcoalstovewasenvelopedinitsusualsummerwrapperofpurplecalico,which,tiedneatlyaboutitsebonyneckandportlywaist,gaveittheappearanceofabuxomcoloredladypresidingovertheassembly。

Thekerosenelampsstoodinarowonthehigh,narrowmantelpiece,eachchimneyprotectedfromthefliesbyabrownpaperbaginvertedoveritshead。TwoplasterSamuelsprayingunderthepinkmosquitonettingadornedtheendsoftheshelf。

Therewerescreensatallthewindows,andDiademafidgetednervouslywhenavisitorcameinthemosquitonettingdoor,forfearaflyshouldsneakinwithher。

OnthewallwerecertificatesofmembershipintheMissionarySociety;

apictureofMaidenswelcomingWashingtonintheStreetsofAlexandria,inaframeofcucumberseeds;andaninterestingdocumentsettingforththeclaimsoftheDunnellfamilyasoldsettlerslongbeforetheseparationofMainefromMassachusetts,——thefactbein’establishedbyanobituarynoticereading,\"InSaco,December1791,Dorcas,daughterofAbiatharDunnell,twomonthsoldofFitsunbaptized。\"

\"Hemaybegoin’tomarryEunice,andhemaynot,\"observedAlmiraBerry;

\"thoughwhatshewantsofReubenHobsonismore’nIcanmakeout。

Ineverseeawidowerstraightenupashehasthislastyear。

Iguesshe’sbeenlookin’roundprettylively,butcouldn’tfindanybodythatwasfoolenoughtogivehimanyencouragement。\"

\"Mebbeshewantstogetmarried,\"saidHannahSophia,inatonethatspokevolumes。\"WhenParsonPerkinscometothisparish,oneofhisfirstcallswasonEuniceEmery。

Healwaystalkedlikethebooko’Revelation;sosayshe,`haveyougotyourweddin’garmenton,MissEmery?’sayshe。

`No,’saysshe,`butIbentryin’tothesetwentyyears。’

Shewasalwaysfullofherjokes,Eunicewas!\"

\"TheEmeryswasalwaysahumorousfamily,\"

remarkedDiadema,assheannihilatedaflywithanewspaper。

\"OldSilasEmerywasanawfulhumorousman。Heusedtoliveupontheisland;andtherecomeafreshetoneyear,andhesaidhegothissofy’n’chairsoff,anyhow!\"Thatwasjusthisjokin’。Hehadn’tasignofasofyinthehouse;

’twashiswifeSophyhemeant,shethatwasSophySwett。

Thenanothertime,whenIwasalittlemiteofathinrunnin’

in’n’outo’hisyard,hecaughtholto’me,andsayshe,`You’dbettertakecare,sissy;whenIkillyouandtwomore,thet’llbethreechildrenI’vekilled!’Land!youcouldn’tdragmeinsidethatyardforyearsafterwards……There!she’sgotafireinthecook-stove;there’sastreamo’

smokecomin’outo’thekitchenchimbley。I’mwillin’

tobetmynewrugshe’sgoin’tobemarriedtonight!\"

\"Mebbeshe’smakin’jell’,\"suggestedHannahSophia。

\"Jell’!\"ejaculatedMrs。Jotscornfully。\"Doyous’poseEuniceEmerywouldbuildupafireinthemiddleo’

theafternoon’n’gotomakin’ajell’,thishotday?

Besides,thereain’tacurrantgoneintoherhousethisweek,asIhappentoknow。\"

\"It’sadretfulthickyearforfol’age,\"mumbledgrandpaBascom,appearinginthedoorwithhisvacantsmile。\"Ideclaresomeo’

themapleslookslikeballsintheair。\"

\"That’sthetwentiethtimehe’shedthatoversincemornin’,\"

saidDiadema。\"Here,father,takeyourhatoff’n’setinthekitchendoor’n’shellmethismesso’peas。Nowthinksmart,’n’putthepodsinthebasket’n’thepeasinthepan;

don’tyoumix’em。\"

Theoldmanhunghishatonthebackofthechair,tookthepaninhistremblinghands,andbeganaimlesslytoopenthepods,whilehechuckledatthehensthatgatheredroundthedoorstepwhentheyheardthepeasrattlinginthepan。

\"Reubenneedsawifebadenough,ifthat’sall,\"remarkedtheWidowBuzzell,asonewhohadgiventhemattersomeconsideration。

\"Ishouldthinkhedid,\"rejoinedoldMrs。Bascom。

\"Thosechildren’boutgittheirlivin’offtheroadinsummer,fromthetimethedand’liongreensisreadyfordiggin’

tilltheblackb’ries’n’choke-cherriesisgone。

Diademycalls’emin’n’gives’emacookyeverytimetheygopast,’n’theyeatasiftheywasfamished。

RubeHobsonneverwasanykindofapervider,’n’he’sconsid’ablesnugbesides。\"

\"Heain’tgoin’tobetterhimselfmuch,\"saidAlmira。

\"EuniceEmeryain’tfittohousekeepforacat。

ThepieshetooktothepiesupperatthechurchwassotoughthatevenDeaconDyercouldn’teatit;andtheboysgotholtofherdoughnuts,anddeclaredtheywasgoin’fishin’nextday’n’use’emforsinkers。ShelivesfromhandtomouthEuniceEmerydoes。She’saboutasmuchofadoshyasRubeis。

She’llmaketeathat’sstrongenoughtobearupanegg,most,andeatherdoughnutswithitthreetimesadayratherthantakethetroubletowalkouttothemeatorthefishcart。

Iknowforafactshedon’tmakerizbreadonceayear。\"

\"Mebbeherfolkslikesbuttermilkbreadbest;somedo,\"

saidtheWidowBuzzell。\"Myhusbandalwayssaid,givehimbuttermilkbreadtoworkon。Heusedtosaymyrizbreadwassolighthe’dhevtotreadonittokeepitanywheres;

butwhenyou’deatbuttermilkbreadhesaidyou’dgotsomethin’

thatstayedbyyou;youknewwhereitwaseverytime……Formassysake!there’sthestagestoppin’attheHobson’sdoor。

IwonderifRube’sfirstwife’smotherhascomefromModeration?

If’tis,theymust’a’madeuptheirquarrel,fortherewasatimeshewouldn’tstepfootoverthatdoorsill。Shemustbegoin’

tostaysometime,forthere’satrunkonthebacko’thestage……No,thereain’tnobodygettin’out。Land,HannahSophia,don’tpushmecleanthroughtheglass!Itbeatsmewhytheymakewinderssosmallthatthreepeoplecan’tlookoutof’emwithoutcrowdin’。

Ain’tthatawash-boilerhe’shandin’down?Well,it’samercy;

he’sbenborrowin’longenough!\"

\"WhatgoesonafterdarkIain’tresponsiblefor,\"

commentedoldMrs。Bascom,\"butnonewwash-boilerhasgoneintoRubeHobson’sdoorinthedaytimeformanyayear,andI’llbebounditmeanssomethin’。Theregoesabroom,too。

Muchsweepin’he’llgetouto’Eunice;it’saslick’n’

apromisewithher!\"

\"Whendidyoubegintosuspicionthis,Diademy?\"askedAlmiraBerry。

\"I’vegotasmuchfacultyasthenextone,butanybodythatlivesontheriverroadhasjustgottogiveupknowin’anything。Youcan’tkeeprunnin’

tothestoreeveryday,andifyoucouldyoudon’tfindoutmuchnowadays。

BillPetersdon’ttakenomoreinterestinhisneighborsthanacowdoesinelection。\"

\"Ican’tgetmotherBascomtoseeitasIdo,\"saidDiadema,\"butforonethingshe’sbencarryin’homebundles’bouteveryothernightforamonth,thoughshe’sbentoosmarttobuyanythin’

hereatthisstore。ShehadPackard’shorsetogotoSacolastweek。

Whenshegothome,jestatdusk,shedroveint’thebarn,’n’bimebyPittPackardcometogithishorse,——’twasherownbuggyshewentwith。Shelookedoverherewhenshewentint’

thehouse,’n’sheketchedmyeye,though’twashalfamileaway,soshenevertookathinginwithher,butsoonas’twasdarkshemadethreetripsouttothebarnwithalantern,’n’anyfoolcouldtell’therarmswasfullo’pa’celsbythewayshecarriedthelantern。

TheHobsonsandtheEmeryshavemarriedoneanothermore’nonce,asfurasthatgoes。IdeclareifIwasgoin’togetmarriedI

shouldwanttoberelationtosomebodybesidesmyownfolks。\"

\"ThereasonIcanhardlycreditit,\"saidHannahSophia,\"isbecauseEuniceneverhadabeauinherlife,thatIcanrememberof。CyseHigginssetupwithherforaspell,butitneveramountedtonothin’。Itseemsqueer,too,forshewasalwayssofondo’seein’menfolksroundthatwhenPittPackardwasshinglin’herbarnsheusedtogooutnights’n’ripsomeo’theshinglesoff,so’the’dhevmoredays’

workonit。\"

\"Ialwayssaid’twasshethatbegunonRubeHobson,nothimonher,\"remarkedtheWidowBuzzell。

\"Theirlandjoinin’madecourtin’comedretfulhandy。

Hiscrittersusedtogitinherfield’bouteveryotherday(Ialwayssuspicionedshebrokethefencedownherself),andthenshe’dhevtogooverandgithimtodrive’emout。

She’swedhisonionbedforhimtwosummers,asIhappentoknow,forI’vebeenou’doorsmore’ncommonthissummer,tryin’

tofetchmyconstitutionup。Diademy,don’tyouwanttolookoutthebackway’n’seeifRube’scomehomeyet?\"

\"Heain’t,\"saidoldMrs。Bascom,\"soyouneedn’tlook;

can’tyouseethecurtainsisalldown?He’sgoneuptotheMills,’n’it’smyopinionhe’sgonetospeaktotheminister。\"

\"Hehedsomethin’inthebacko’thewagoncoveredupwithanoldlinenlaprobe;’tain’tatalllikelyhe’d’a’hedthatifhe’dbengoin’

totheminister’s,\"objectedMrs。Jot。

\"Anybody’dthinkyouwasbornyesterday,tohearyoutalk,Diademy,\"

retortedhermother-in-law。\"Whenyou’vesetinonespot’slong’sIhev,p’rapsyou’llhevtheuseo’yourfaculties!Menfolkshasmore’nonewayo’gettin’married,’speciallywhenthey’reashamedofit……Well,Ivow,there’sthelittleHobsongirlscomin’outo’

thedoorthisminute,’n’they’realldressedup,andMotedon’tseemtobewith’em。\"

Everywomanintheroomrosetoherfeet,andDiademaremovedhermurderouseyefromaflywhichshehadbeenendeavoringtolocateforsomemoments。

\"Iguessthey’regoin’uptothechurchtomeettheirfather’n’Eunice,poorlittlethings,\"venturedtheWidowBuzzell。

\"P’rapstheybe,\"saidoldMrs。Bascomsarcastically;

\"p’rapstheybegoin’tochurch,takin’athree-quarttinpail’n’abrownpaperbundlealongwith’em……They’recomin’overthebridge,justasIs’posed……Now,iftheycomepastthishouse,youhead’emoff,Almiry,’n’seeifyoucangitsomesatisfactionoutof’em……Theyain’thardlyoldenoughtoholdtheirtongues。\"

Anexcitinginterviewsoontookplaceinthemiddleoftheroad,andAlmirareenteredtheroomwiththeexpressionofonewhohadpenetratedtheinscrutableandsolvedtheriddleoftheSphinx。

Shehadbeenvouch-safedoneofthosegleamsoflightindarknesswhichalmostdazzlethebeholder。

\"That’sabouttheconfirmingestthingI’veheernyet!\"

sheejaculated,asshetookoffhershakerbonnet。

\"Theysaythey’regoin’uptotheirauntHitty’stostaytwodays。

They’redressedintheirbest,cleantotheskin,forIlooked;

’n’it’stheirnightgowndsthey’vegotinthebundle。

TheysaylittleMotehasgonetoUniontostopallnightwithhisuncleAbijah,’n’thatleavesRubeallalone,forthesmithgirlthatdoeshischoresishomesickwiththehives。Andwhatdoyous’poseisinthepail?

_Fruit__cake_,——that’swhat’tis,nomore’n’noless!

IknowedthatSmithgirldidn’tbakeit,’n’soIasked’em,’n’theysaidMissEmerygiveitto’em。Therewastwolittleroundtry-cakes,bakedinmuffin-rings。Eunicehedtooksomeo’

thebatteroutofabigloaf’n’bakedittosehowitwasgoin’

toturnout。Thatmeanswedding-cake,orI’mmistaken!\"

\"Thereain’tnogittin’roundthat,\"agreedtheassembledcompany,\"nowisthere,Mis’Bascom?\"

OldMrs。Bascomwetherfinger,smoothedthepartingofherfalsefront,andlookedinscrutable。

\"Idon’tseewhyyou’resosecret,\"objectedDiadema。

\"I’vegotmyopinions,andI’vehad’emsometime,\"

observedthegoodlady。\"Idon’tknow’sI’mboundtotell’emandhave’emhelduptoridicule。Letthevealhang,Isay。

Ifanyoneofusisright,we’llallknowto-morrow。\"

\"Well,allanyofushasgottojudgefromisappearances,\"saidDiadema,\"andhowyoucantwist’emoneway,andusanother,stumpsme!\"

\"PerhapsIseemoreappearancesthanyoudo,\"

retortedhermother-in-law。\"Somefolksmistakesalltheyseeforallthereis。Iwasreadingadetectivestorylastweek。

ItseemstherewasanawfulmurderinSchenectady,andamotherandhertwochildrenwasfounddeadinonebed,withbulletholesintheirheads。Thehusbandwasawayonbusiness,andtherewasn’tanynearneighborstohearherscreech。

Well,thedetectivescomefromfarandfromnear,andbeguntoworkupthecase。Oneof’emthought’twasthehusband,——

thoughhesetsuchstorebyhiswifehewentravin’

crazywhenheheardshewasdead,——oneof’emlaiditonthechildren,——thoughtheywasbothundersixyearsold;

andonedecideditwassuicide,——thoughthewomanwasachurchmemberanddidn’tknowhowtofireagunoff,besides。

Andthentherecomealongadetectiveyoungerandsmarterthanalltherest,andsayshe,`Ifallyoubatshaveseeneverythingyoucansee,IguessI’lltakealookaround,’sayshe。

Sureenough,therewasarugwith`Welcome’onitlayin’infrontofthewashstand,andwhenheturnedituphefoundanelegantdiamondstudwithaman’sfullnameandaddressonthegoldpart。

Hetookatrainandwentrighttotheman’shouse。

Hewassotakenbysurprise(hehadn’tmissedthestud,forhehadafullsetof’em)thatheownedrightupandconfessedthemurder。\"

\"Idon’tseeasthat’sgotanythingtodowiththiscase,\"saidDiadema。

\"It’sgotthismuchtodowithit,\"repliedoldMrs。Bascom,\"thatperhapsyou’velookedallroundtheroomandseeneverythingyouhadeyestosee,andperhapsI’vehadwitenoughtoturnuptheruginfronto’thewashstand。\"

\"Whoeverhemarriesnow,Mis’Bascom’llhavetosay’twastheoneshemeant,\"laughedtheWidowBuzzell。

\"Ineverwascaughtcheatin’yet,andifIlivetillSaturdayIshallbeseventy-oneyearsold,\"saidtheoldladywithsomeheat。\"HandmeJot’sleadpencil,Diademy,andthatoldenvelopeonthewindersill。

I’llwritethenameIthinkof,andshutitupintheoldBible。

Myhand’ssostiffto-dayIcan’thardlymoveit,butIguessIcanmakeitplainenoughtosatisfyyou。\"

\"That’sfair’n’square,\"saidHannahSophia,\"andformypatIhopeitain’tEunice,forIlikehertoowell。

Whatthey’regoin’toliveonismore’nIcansee。Addnothin’

tonothin’’n’yougitnothin’,——that’sarethmetic!Heain’thedacento’readymoneysencehefailedupfouryearsago,’thoutitwasthathundreddollarsthatfelltohimfromhiswife’saunt。

Eunice’llhevherhandsfullthiswinter,Iguess,withthemthreeheartychildren’n’himallwheezedupwithphthisicfromOctobertoApril!……Who’sthatcoming’downToryHill?

It’sRube’shorse’n’Rube’swagon,butitdon’tlooklikeRube。\"

\"Yes,it’sRube;buthe’sgotanewPanamahat,’n’he’shedhislinendusterwashed,\"saidoldMrs。Bascom……\"Now,doyoumeantotellmethatthatwomanwithastuck-uphatonisEuniceEmery?

Itain’t,’n’thatgreenparasoldon’tbelongtothisvillage。He’sdrivin’

herintohisyard!……JustasIs’posed,it’sthatlittle,smirkin’

worthlessschool-teacheruptotheMills。——Don’tbreakmyneck,Diademy;

can’tyouseeouttheotherwinder?——Yes,he’shelpin’herout,’n’showin’

herin。Hecan’t’a’benmarriedmore’ntenminutes,forhe’sgoin’

clearupthestepstoopenthedoorforher!\"

\"Wait’n’seeifhetakeshishorseout,\"saidHannahSophia。

\"Mebbehe’lldriveherbackinafewminutes……No,he’sonhitched!……There,he’shangin’upthehead-stall!\"

\"I’vebenupintheatticchamber,\"calledtheWidowBuzzell,asshedescendedthestairs;\"she’spulledupthecurtains,andtookoffherhatrightinfronto’thewinder,’sboldasabrasskettle!

She’scometostay!Ain’tthatRubeHobsonallover,——tobringanotherwomanint’thisvillage’stido’weedin’oneof’emoutashe’doughter。

Heain’tgotanymorepublicsperitthana——hedgehog,’n’neverhad!\"

Almiradrewonhermittsexcitedly,tiedonhershaker,andstartedforthedoor。

\"I’mgoin’overtoEunice’s,\"shesaid,\"andI’mgoin’

totakemybottleofcamphire。Ishouldn’twonderamiteifIfoundherinadeadfaintonthekitchenfloor。

Nobodyneedtellmeshewa’n’tbuildin’hopes。\"

\"I’llgowithyou,\"saidtheWidowBuzzell。

\"I’dliketoseewithmyowneyeshowshetakesit,’n’it’llbetoolatetotellifIwaittillaftersupper。

Ifshe’dbenmoreopenwithme’n’everaskedformyadvice,Icould’a’toldheritwa’n’tthefirsttimeRubeHobsonhasplayedthattrick。\"

\"I’dcometooif’twa’n’tmilkin’butJotain’thomefromtheCentre,andI’vegottodohischores;comeinasyougoalongback,willyou?\"askedDiadema。

HannahSophiaremainedbehind,promisingtomeetthematthepost-officeandhearthenews。AsthetwowomenwalkeddownthehillshedrewtheoldenvelopefromtheBibleandreadthewaveringwordsscrawleduponitinoldMrs。Bascom’srheumaticanduncertainhand,——

_the__milikins__Mills__Teecher。_

\"WellLucindy,youdomakegooduseo’yourwinder,\"

sheexclaimed,\"buthowyoupitchedonanythingsoonlikelyasherismore’nIcansee。\"

\"Justbecause’twasonlikely。Aman’sagreatsightlikeliertodoanonlikelythingthanheisalikelyone,whenitcomestomarryin’。Inthefirstplace,RubesenthischildrentoschooluptotheMills’stidoftothebrickschoolhouse,thoughhehadtopayalittlesomethingtoget’emtakenintoanotherdeestrick。

Theyusedtocomedownatnightwiththeirhandsfullo’

’wardo’meritcards。Doyous’poseIthoughttheygot’emforgoodbehavior,orforknowin’theirlessons?ThenauntHittytoldmesomequestionorotherRubehadaskedexaminationday。

SincewhenhasRubeHobson’tendedexaminations,thinksI。AndwhenIseethegirl,ared-and-whitepaperdollthatwouldn’tknowwhethertomovethechurn-dasherup’n’downorround’n’round,Imadeupmymindthatbein’amanhe’dtakeherforcertain,andnothisnext-doorneighborofasensibleageandahouse’n’

farm’n’cow’n’buggy!\"

\"Sureenough,\"agreedHannahSophia,\"thoughthatdon’taccountforEunice’squeeractions,’n’thepa’cels’n’

thefruitcake。\"

\"WhenImakeoutacase,\"observedMrs。Bascommodestly,\"Iain’tonetoleaveweakspotsinit。IfIguessatall,Igoallovertheground’n’stopwhenIgitthrough。

Now,sistersornosisters,MaryabbyEmeryain’tspoketoEunicesenceshemovedtoSalem。ButifEunicehasbenbringin’pa’celshome,Maryabbymust’a’paidforwhatwasin’em;andifshe’sbenbakin’

fruitcakethishotday,whyMaryabbyusedtobesofonto’

fruitcakeherfolkswereafraidshe’dhavefits’n’die。

Ishallbewatchin’hereasusualto-morrowmorning’,’n’

ifMaryabbydon’tdriveint’Eunice’syardbeforenoonIwon’tbraganymoreforayeartocome。\"

HannahSophiagazedatoldMrs。Bascomwithunstintedadmiration。

\"Youdobeatall,\"shesaid;\"andIwishIcouldstayallnight’n’seehowitturnsout,butAlmiryisjustcomin’overthebridge,’n’Imuststart’n’meether。Good-by。I’mgladtoseeyousosmart;youalwayslookslim,butIguessyou’lltoughitout’slong’stherestofus。

Iseeyourlogwasallright,lasttimeIwasdownsideo’theriver。\"

\"Theysayit’sjestgoin’tobreakintwointhemiddle,andfallintotheriver,\"cheerfullyrespondedLucinda。

\"Theysayit’sjusthanging’onbyathread。Well,that’swhatthey’vebensayin’aboutmethesetenyears,’n’hereIbestillhanging!Itdon’tmakenoodds,Iguess,whetherit’sathreadoraropeyou’rehangin’by,solongasyouhang。\"

***

Thenextmorning,littleMoteHobson,whohadstayedallnightwithhisuncleinUnion,waswalkinghomebythesideoftheriver。

Hestrolledalong,thehappy,tousle-headed,barefootedyoungster,eyesonemomentonthetreesinthehopeofsquirrelsandbirds’-nests,thenextonthegroundinsearchofthefirstblueberries。

Ashestoopedtopickupabitofshiningquartztoaddtothecollectioninhisraggedtrousers’pocketsheglancedacrosstheriver,andatthatveryinstantLucinda’slogbrokegentlyintwain,rolleddownthebank,crumblingasitwent,and,droppinginlikeatiredchild,wascarriedpeacefullyalongontheriver’sbreast。

Motewalkedmorequicklyafterthat。Itwasquiteafeatherinhiscaptosee,withhisowneyes,theoldlandmarkslipfromitsaccustomedplaceandfloatdownthestream。

Theotherboyswouldmissitandsay,\"It’sgone!\"

Hewouldsay,\"Isawitgo!\"

GrandpaBascomwasstandingatthetopofthehill。Hiswhitelockswereuncovered,andhewasinhisshirt-sleeves。BabyJot,asusual,heldfastbyhisshakinghand,fortheylovedeachother,thesetwo。

Thecruelstrokeofthesunthathadblurredtheoldman’sbrainhadsparedablessedsomethinginhimthatwonthehealingloveofchildren。

\"Howd’ye,Mote?\"hepipedinhisfeeblevoice。\"TheysayLucindy’sdead……Jotsayssheis,’n’Diademysayssheis,’n’Iguesssheis……It’sadretfulthickyearforfol’age;……someo’themapleslookslikeballsintheair。\"

Motelookedinatthewindow。Theneighborswerehurryingtoandfro。

Diademasatwithhercalicoapronuptoherface,sobbing;andforthefirstmorninginthirtyyears,oldMrs。Bascom’shigh-backedrockerwasempty,andtherewasnoonesittinginthevillagewatch-tower。

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TOMO’THEBLUEB’RYPLAINS。

Theskyisashadowlessblue;thenoon-daysunglowsfiercely;

acloudofdustrisesfromtheburningroadwheneverthehotbreezestirstheair,orwheneverafarmwagoncreaksalong,itswheelssinkingintothedeepsand。

Inthedistance,wherethegreenoftheearthjoinstheblueofthesky,gleamsthesilverlineofariver。

Asfarastheeyeanreach,thegroundiscoveredwithblueberrybushes;redleavespeepingamonggreenones;

bloomofbluefruithanginginfullwarmclusters,——spheresofvelvetmellowedbysummersun,moistenedwithcrystaldew,spicedwithfragranceofwoods。

Inamongtheblueberrybushesgrowhuckleberries,\"chokypears,\"andblack-snaps。

Gnarledoaksandstuntedpinesliftthemselvesoutofthewildernessofshrubs。Theylookdwarfedandgloomy,asifNaturehadbeenanuntendermother,anddeniedthempropernourishment。

Theroadisalittle-traveledone,andfurrowsoffeatherygrassesgrowbetweenthelong,hot,sandystretchesofthewheel-ruts。

Thefirstgoldenrodgleamsamongtheloosestonesatthefootofthealderbushes。Wholefamiliesofpalebutterflies,justoutoftheirlongsleep,perchonthebrilliantstalksandtilterupanddowninthesunshine。

Stragglingprocessionsofwoolybrowncaterpillarswendtheirwayintheshortgrassbythewayside,wherethewildcarrotandthepurplebull-thistlearecomingintobloom。

Thesongofbirdsisseldomheard,andtheblueberryplainsaregivenovertosilencesaveforthebuzzingofgorgedflies,thehummingofbees,andthechirpingofcricketsthatstirthedrowsyairwhenthesummerbeginstowane。

Itissostillthattheshuffle-shuffleofafootstepcanbeheardinthedistance,thetinkleofatinpailswingingmusicallytoandfro,theswishofanalderswitchcroppingtheheadsoftheroadsideweeds。

Allatonceavoicebreaksthestillness。Isitachild’s,awoman’s,oraman’s?Neitheryetallthree。

\"I’dmuchd’ruth-erwalkinthebloom-in’gy-ar-ding,An’hearthewhis-sleofthejol-ly——swain。\"

Everybodyknowsthesong,andeverybodyknowsthecrackedvoice。

Themasterofthisbitofsilentwildernessiscominghome:

itisTomo’theblueb’ryplains。

Heismorethancommontall,withasandybeard,andamopoftangledhairstragglingbeneathhistornstrawhat。

Asquareofwetcalicodripsfromunderthebackofthehat。

Hisginghamshirtisopenatthethroat,showinghistannedneckandchest。Warmasitis,hewearsportionsofatleastthreecoatsonhisback。Hishighboots,splitinfootandleg,aremendedandsplicedandlacedandtiedonwithbitsofshinglerope。

Hecarriesasmalltinpailofmolasses。Ithasabailofrope,andabatteredcoverwithaknobofstickynewspaper。

Overoneshoulder,suspendedonacrookedbranch,hangsabundleofbasketstuff,——splitwillowwithesandthelike;

overtheotherswingsadecrepit,bottomless,three-leggedchair。

Icallhimthemasteroftheplains,butinfaithhehadnolegalclaimtothetitle。Ifheownedahabitationorhadestablishedahomeonanyspotintheuniverse,itwasbecausenomanenviedhimwhathetook;

forTomwasoneofGod’sfools,afoot-loosepilgriminthisworldofours,apooraddle-pated,simple-minded,harmlesscreature,——

invillageparlance,a\"softy。\"

Motherorfather,sisterorbrother,hehadnone,noreverhad,sofarasanyoneknew;buthowshouldpeoplewhohadtoworkfromsun-uptocandlelighttogetthebetteroftheclimatehaveleisuretodiscoverwhetherornoBlueb’ryTomhadanykin?

AtsomeperiodinanalmostforgottenpasttherehadbeenahouseonTom’sparticularpatchoftheplains。

Ithadlongsincetumbledintoruinsandservedforfire-woodandeventhechimneybrickshaddisappearedonebyone,asthemonotonousseasonscameandwent。

Tomhadsettledhimselfinanoldtool-shop,corn-house,orrudeout-buildingofsomesortthathadbelongedtotheruinedcottage。

Herehehadsetuphishouse-holdgods;andsincenooneelsehadeverwantedahomeinthisdrearytangleofberrybushes,wheretheonlyshadecamefromstuntedpinesthatflungshriveledarmstotheskyanddroppeddeadconestothesterileearth,hereheremainedunmolested。

Inthelowerpartofthehuthekepthisbasketstuffandhiscollectionoftwo-leggedandthree-leggedchairs。

Inthecourseofevolutiontheyneversproutedanotherleg,thosechairs;astheyweregiventohim,sotheyremained。

Theupperfloorservedforhisliving-room,andwasreachedbyaladderfromtheground,fortherewasnostairwayinside。

Noonehadeverbeeninthelittleupperchamber。

Whenapasser-bychancedtobe-thinkhimthatTom’shermitagewascloseathand,hesometimesturnedinhisteambyacertainclumpofwhitebirchesanddrovenearertothehouse,intendingtoremindTomthattherewasachairtowillow-bottomthenexttimehecametothevillage。

ButatthenoiseofthewheelsTomdrewinhisladder;

andwhenthevisitoralightedandcamewithinsight,itwastofindtheinhospitablehoststandingintheopeningofthesecond-storywindow,aquaintfigureframedingreenbranches,theladderbehindhim,andonhisfaceakindofimpenetrabledignity,asheshookhisheadandsaid,\"Tomain’tterhum;Tom’sgonetoBonnyEagle。\"

Therewassomethingimpressiveabouthiswayofrepellingcallers;

itwasaseffectualasadoorslammedintheface,andyettherewasasortofmendaciouscourtesyaboutit。Nooneevercaredtogofurther;andindeedtherewasnomysterytotemptthecurious,andnospoiltoattractthemischievousorthemalicious。

Anyonecouldsee,withoutentering,thestrawbedinthefarcorner,thebeamspileddeepwithredandwhiteoakacorns,thestringsofdriedapplesandbunchesofeverlastingshangingfromtherafters,andthehalf-finishedbasketsfilledwithblownbird’s-eggs,pinecones,andpebbles。

NohomeinthevillagewasbetterlovedthanTom’sretreatintheblueberryplains。Wheneverheapproachedit,afteralongday’stramp,whenhecaughtthefirstsightofthewhitebirchesthatmarkedthegatewaytohisestateandshowedhimwheretoturnoffthepublicroadintohisownprivategrounds,hesmiledabroadersmilethanusual,andbrokeintohiswell-knownsong:

\"I’dmuchd’ruth-erwalkinthebloom-in’gy-ar-ding,An’hearthewhis-sleofthejol-ly——swain。\"

PoorTomcouldnevercatchthelastnote。Hehadsungthesongformorethanfortyyears,butthememoryofthistonewassoblurred,andhischerishedidealofitsohigh(orsolow,rather),thathenevermanagedtoreachit。

Oh,ifonlysummerwereeternal!Whocouldwishabettersupperthanripeberriesandmolasses?Norwasthereneedofsleepingunderroofnoroflightingcandlestogropehiswaytopalletofstraw,whenhemighthavethebluevaultofheavenarchingoverhim,andallGod’sstarsforlamps,andforabedahorseblanketstretchedoveranelasticcouchofpineneedles。

Thereweretwogauntpinesthathadbeendroppingtheirpolishedspillsforcenturies,perhapssilentlyadding,yearbyyear,anotherlayerofaromaticspringinesstopoorTom’sbed。

Flinginghistiredbodyonthisgratefulcouch,buryinghisheadinthecrushedsweetfernofhispillowwithonedeep-drawnsighofpleasure,——there,hauntedbynopastandharassedbynofuture,sleptGod’sfoolassweetlyasachild。

Yes,ifonlysummerwereeternal,andyouthaswell!

Butwhentheblueberrieshadripenedsummeraftersummer,andthegauntpine-treeshadgoneonformanyyearsweavingpoorTom’smattress,therecameachangeintheaspectofthings。

Hestillmadehiswaytothevillage,seekingchairstomend;

buthewasevenmoreunkemptthanofold,histallfigurewasbent,andhisfingerstrembledashewovethewillowstrandsinandout,andoverandunder。

Therewaslittleworktodo,moreover,forthevillagehadaltogetherretiredfrombusiness,andwasnolongerincompetitionwithitsneighbors:

thedamwastornaway,thesawmillswerepulleddown;husbandsandfatherswerelaidinthechurchyard,sonsandbrothersandlovershadgoneWest,andmothersandwidowsandspinstersstayedon,eachinherquiethousealone。

\"’Tain’tnohardshipwhenyougetusedtoit,\"saidtheWidowBuzzell。

\"Landsakes!alantern’s’sgood’samananytime,ifyouonlythinkso,’n’’tain’thalfsomuchtroubletokeepitfilledup!\"

ButTomstillsoldabasketoccasionally,andthechildrenalwaysgatheredabouthimforthesakeofhearinghimrepeathiswell-wornformula,——Tomallersputstwohandlesonbaskets:

onetotake’emupby,onetoset’emdownby。\"

Thiswassaidwithabeamingsmileandawiseshakeofthehead,asifhewereannouncingagreatdiscoverytoanexpectantworld。

Andthenhewouldlaydownhisburdenofbasketstuff,and,sittingunderanapple-treeinsomebody’ssideyard,beginhistaskofwillow-bottominganoldchair。Itwasaprettysightenough,ifonecouldkeepbackthetears,——thekindly,simplefellowwiththecircleofchildrenabouthisknees。

Neveravillagefoolwithoutatroopofbabiesathisheels。

Theylovehim,too,tillweteachthemtomock。

Whenhewasyounger,hewouldsing,\"Rock-a-by,baby,onthetreetop,\"

anddancethewhile,swinginghisunfinishedbaskettoandfroforacradle。

Hewastoostiffinthejointsfordancingnowadays,buthestillsangthe\"bloomin’gy-ar-ding\"whenevertheyaskedhim,particularlyifsomeapple-cheekedlittlemaidwouldsay,\"Please,Tom!\"

Healwayslaughedthen,and,pattingthechild’shand,said,\"Pootygal,——

goteyes!\"Theyoungstersdancewithgleeatthismeaninglessphrase,justastheirmothershaddancedyearsbeforewhenitwassaidtothem。

Summerwaned。Inthemoistplacesthegentianuncurleditsbluefringes;purpleastersandgayJoePyewavedtheircolorsbytheroadside;tallprimrosesputtheiryellowbonnetson,andpeepedoverthebrookstoseethemselves;

andthedustypodsofthemilkweedwereburstingwiththeirsilkyfluffs,thespinningofthelongsummer。

Autumnbegantopaintthemaplesredandtheelmsyellow,fortheearlydaysofSeptemberbroughtafrost。

SomeoneremarkedatthevillagestorethatoldBlueb’ryTommustnotbesufferedtostayontheplainsanotherwinter,nowthathewasgettingsofeeble,——notifthe\"_se_leckmen\"hadtoroothimoutandtakehimtothepoor-farm。Hewouldsurelystarveorfreeze,andhisdeathwouldbelaidattheirdoor。

Tomwasinterviewed。Persuasion,logic,sharpwords,allfailedtomovehimonejotortittle。Hestoodinhiscastledoor,withtheladderbehindhim,smiling,alwayssmiling(nonebutthefoolsmilesalways,noralwaysweeps),andsayingtoallvisitors,\"Tomain’tterhum;Tom’sgonetoBonnyEagle;

Tomdon’wanttogotothepoor-farm。\"

Novembercameinsurly。

Thecheerfulstirandbustleoftheharvestwereover,thecornwasshocked,theapplesandpumpkinsweregatheredintobarns。

TheproblemofTom’sfuturewasfinallylaidbeforetheselectmen;

andsincethepoorfellow’smildobstinancyhaddefeatedallattemptstoconquerit,thesherifftookthematterinhand。

Theblueberryplainslookedbleakandbareenoughnow。Ithadrainedincessantlyfordays,growingevercolderandcolderasitrained。

Thesuncameoutatlast,butitshoneinawintrysortofway,——

likeadutysmile,——asiflight,notheat,wereitsobject。

Akeenwindblewthedeadleaveshitherandthitherinawilddancethathadnomerrimentinit。Ablackbirdflewunderanoldbarrelbythewayside,and,rufflinghimselfintoaball,remarkeddespondentlythatfeatherswerenosortofprotectioninthiskindofclimate。

Asnowbird,flyingby,glancedinatthebarrel,andobservedthatanybodywhomindedalittlebreezelikethathadbetterjointhewoodcocks,whowereleavingfortheSouthbythenightexpress。

Theblueberrybusheswerestrippedbareofgreen。Thestuntedpinesandsombrehemlockslookedintonewiththelandscapenow;

whereallwasdrearytheydidnotseemamiss。

\"Je-whilikins!\"exclaimedthesheriffashedrewuphiscoatcollar。

\"Amadhouseistheplaceforthemanwhowantstoliveou’doorsinthewintertime;thepoor-farmistoogoodforhim。\"

ButTomwasusedtoprivation,andeventosuffering。

\"Ou’doors\"wastheonlyhomeheknew,andwithallitsrigorshelovedit。

Helookedoverthebarrenplains,knowing,inadullsortofway,thattheywouldshortlybecoveredwithsnow;buthehadthreecoats,twoofthemwithsleeves,andthecrunch-crunchofthesnowunderhistreadwasmusictohisears。Then,too,therewereafewhospitablefiresideswherehecouldalwayswarmhimself;

andthewinterwouldsoonbeover,thebirdswouldcomeagain,——

newbirds,singingtheoldsongs,——thesapwouldmountinthetrees,thebudsswellontheblueberrybushes,andtheyoungivoryleavespushtheirruddytipsthroughthesofteningground。

Theplainswerefatherlandandmother-country,homeandkindred,toTom。

Helovedtheearththatnourishedhim,andhesawthroughalltheseemingdeathinnaturetheeternalmiracleoftheresurrection。

Tohimwinterwasnevercruel。Helookedunderneathherwhitemantle,sawtheinfantspringhiddeninherwarmbosom,andwascontenttowait。

Contenttowait?Contenttostarve,contenttofreeze,ifonlyheneednotbecarriedintocaptivity。

Thepoor-farmwasnotabadplace,either,ifonlyTomhadbeenareasonablebeing。Tobesure,whenHannahSophiaPalmeraskedoldMrs。Pinkhamhowshelikedit,sheanswered,withapatientsigh,that\"her’n’Mr。Pinkhamhedlivedtheregoin’onnineyear,workin’theirfingerstothebone’most,’n’yettheyhadn’tbeenabletolayupacent!\"

Ifthispeculiarityofadministrationwasitsworstfeature,itwascertainlyonethatwouldhavehadnoterrorsforTomo’

theblueb’ryplains。Terrorsofsomesort,nevertheless,thepoor-farmhadforhim;andwhenthesheriff’spartyturnedinbytheclumpofwhitebirchesandapproachedthecabin,theyfoundthatfearhadmadethesimplewise。

Tomhadprovishedthelittleupperchamber,and,inplaceofthepieceofsackingthatusuallyservedhimforadoorinwinter,hehadwovenadefenseofwillow。Infine,hehadtakenallhisbasketstuff,and,treatingtheopeningthroughwhichheenteredandlefthishomepreciselyasifitwereabottomlesschair,hehadfilleditinsolidly,weavingtoandfro,bynightaswellasbyday,tillhefelt,poorfool,assafelyintrenchedasifhewereintheheartofafortress。

Thesherifftiedhishorsetoatree,andRubeHobsonandPittPackardgotoutofthedoublewagon。Twomenlaughedwhentheysawthepatheticdefense,buttheothershuthislipstogetherandcaughthisbreath。

(Hehadbeenbornonapoor-farm,butnooneknewitatPleasantRiver。)

TheycalledTom’snamerepeatedly,butnoothersoundbrokethesilenceoftheplainssavetherustlingofthewindamongthedeadleaves。

\"Numb-head!\"mutteredthesheriff,poundingonthesideofthecabinwithhiswhip-stock。\"Comeoutandshowyourself!

Weknowyou’reinthere,andit’snousehiding!\"

AtlastinresponsetoadeafeningblowfromRubeHobson’shardfist,therecametheansweringnoteofaweakdespairingvoice。

\"Tomain’tterhum,\"itsaid;\"Tom’sgonetoBonnyEagle。\"

\"That’sallright!\"guffawedthemen;\"butyou’vegottogosomemore,andgoadiff’rentway。Itain’tnouseferyoutoholdback;we’vegotaladder,andbyJiminy!yougowithusthistime!\"

Theladderwasputagainstthesideofthehut,andPittPackardclimbedup,tookhisjack-knife,slitthewovendoorfromtoptobottom,andturnedbacktheflap。

Themencouldseetheinsideofthechambernow。Theywerehumorouspersonswhocouldstrainajoketothesnappingpoint,buttheyfelt,atlast,thattherewasnothingespeciallyamusinginthesituation。

Tomwashuddledinaheaponthestrawbedinthefarcorner。

Thevacantsmilehadfledfromhisface,andhelooked,forthefirsttimeinhislife,quitedistraught。

\"Comealong,Tom,\"saidthesheriffkindly;

\"we’regoingtotakeyouwhereyoucansleepinabed,andhavethreemealsaday。\"

\"I’dmuchd’ruth-erwalkinthebloom-in’gy-ar-ding,\"

sangTomquaveringly,ashehidhisheadinaparoxysmoffear。

\"Well,thereain’tnobloomin’gardingstowalkinjestnow,socomealongandbepeaceable。\"

\"Tomdon’wanttogotothepoor-farm,\"hewailedpiteously。

Buttherewasnoalternative。Theydraggedhimoffthebedanddowntheladderasgentlyaspossible;thenRubeHobsonheldhimonthebackseatofthewagon,whilethesheriffunhitchedthehorse。

Astheywereonthepointofstarting,thecaptivebegantowailandstrugglemorethanever,theburdenofhisplaintbeingawildandtremulouspleaforhispailofmolasses。

\"Dryup,oldsofty,orI’llputthebuggyrobeoveryourhead!\"

mutteredRubeHobson,whohadnothadmuchpatiencewhenhestartedonthetrip,andhadlostitallbythistime。

\"Bythunder!heshallhevhismolasses,ifhethinkshewantsit!\"

saidPittPackard,andheranuptheladderandbroughtitdown,comfortingtheshiveringcreaturethus,forhelapsedintoasubmissivesilencethatlasteduntiltheunwelcomejourneywasover。

Tomremainedatthepoorhousepreciselytwelvehours。