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Stockton + +Release Date: June 22, 2006 [EBook #18654] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='figcenter' style='width: 300px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="illus-001" id="illus-001"></a> +<img src='images/illus-cov.jpg' width='300' alt='' title='' /><br /> +</div> + +<table width="325" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="" border="1"> + <col style="width:80%;" /> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <span style="font-size: 160%;"><br />What Might Have</span><br /> + <span style="font-size: 160%;">Been Expected</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <span style="font-size: 100%;">By</span><br /> + <span style="font-size: 100%;">FRANK R. STOCKTON</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <span style="font-size: 100%;">New York</span><br /> + <span style="font-size: 100%;">Dodd, Mead and Company</span><br /><br /> + </td> + </tr> +</table> + +<hr class='major' /> + +<div class='figcenter' style='width: 300px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="illus-002" id="illus-002"></a> +<img src='images/illus-fpc.jpg' width='300' alt='' title='' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> + +<p style='text-align:center'> +Copyright, 1874, by <span class="smcap">Dodd & Mead</span><br /> +Copyright, 1902, by <span class="smcap">Marian E. Stockton</span></p> + +<hr class='major' /> + +<h2><a name="Contents" id="Contents"></a>Contents</h2> +<div class="smcap"> +<table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<col style="width:20%;" /> +<col style="width:48%;" /> +<col style="width:18%;" /> +<tr><td align="left"><span style='font-size:80%'>CHAPTER</span></td><td> </td><td align="right"><span style='font-size:80%'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Harry Loudon Makes Up His Mind.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r4868">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">II.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Adoption.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5579">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">III.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Commencing Business.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r1085">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">IV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Kate, very naturally, is Anxious.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r3975">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">V.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Turkey-Hunter.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r4587">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">VI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Tony Strikes Out.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r2652">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">VII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Aunt Matilda's Christmas.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r1155">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">VIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Lively Team.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r9174">71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">IX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Business in Earnest.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r4351">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">X.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Meeting on the Road.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r2909">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Rob.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r7533">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Tony on the War-path.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r1803">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Cousin Maria.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r7043">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XIV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Harry's Grand Scheme.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5969">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Council.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r7767">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XVI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Company Business.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r8667">143</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XVII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Principally Concerning Kate.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r3217">154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XVIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Arrival.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r4841">164</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XIX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Constructing the Line.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5552">172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">An Important Meeting of the Board.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r3101">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXI</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Last Resort.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5227">189</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Quandary.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r1988">194</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Crossing the Creek.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r9159">202</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXIV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The First Business Telegrams.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r7467">210</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Profits and Projects</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r4872">225</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXVI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Grand Proposition.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r1850">237</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXVII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">How Something Came to an End.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r8505">246</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXVIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Meeting.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5887">253</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXIX</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Once more in the Woods.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5499">257</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Girl and a Gun.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r3992">264</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXXI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Man in a Boat.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r5554">271</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXXII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Aunt Matilda's Letter.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r9533">277</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">XXXIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Time to Stop.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#r2874">286</a></td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<hr class='full' /> + +<h1>WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED.</h1> + +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="r4868" id="r4868">[Pg 9]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Harry Loudon Makes Up His Mind.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>On a wooden bench under a great catalpa-tree, +in the front yard of a comfortable +country-house in Virginia, sat Harry and Kate +Loudon worrying their minds. It was all about +old Aunt Matilda.</p> + +<p>Aunt Matilda was no relation of these children. +She was an old colored woman, who lived +in a cabin about a quarter of a mile from their +house, but they considered her one of their +best friends. Her old log cabin was their favorite +resort, and many a fine time they had there. +When they caught some fish, or Harry shot a +bird or two, or when they could get some sweet +potatoes or apples to roast, and some corn-meal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +for ash-cakes, they would take their provisions +to Aunt Matilda and she would cook them. +Sometimes an ash-cake would be baked rather +harder than it was convenient to bite, and it had +happened that a fish or two had been cooked +entirely away, but such mishaps were not common. +Aunt Matilda was indeed a most wonderful +cook—and a cook, too, who liked to have +a boy and a girl by her while she was at work; +and who would tell them stories—as queer old +stories as ever were told—while the things were +cooking. The stories were really the cause of +the ash-cakes and fish sometimes being forgotten.</p> + +<p>And it is no wonder that these children were +troubled in their minds. They had just heard +that Aunt Matilda was to go to the alms-house.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate were silent. They had +mourned over the news, and Kate had cried. +There was nothing more to be done about it, so +far as she could see.</p> + +<p>But all of a sudden Harry jumped up. "I +tell you what it is Kate," he exclaimed; "I've +made up my mind! Aunt Matilda is not going +to the alms-house. I will support her myself!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, that will be splendid!" cried Kate; +"but you can never do it!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I can," said Harry. "There are ever +so many ways in which I can earn money."</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do?" said Kate; +"will you let me help?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said her brother; "you may help if +you can, but I don't think you will be of much +use. As for me, I shall do plenty of things. +I shall go out with my gun—"</p> + +<p>"But there is nothing to shoot, now in the +summer-time," said Kate.</p> + +<p>"No, there isn't much yet, to be sure," said +her brother, "but before very long there will be +partridges and hares, plenty of them; and father +and Captain Caseby will buy all I shoot. And +you see, until it is time for game I'm going +to gather sumac."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I can help you in that," cried Kate.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I believe you can," said her brother. +"And now, suppose we go down and see Aunt +Matilda, and have a talk with her about it."</p> + +<p>"Just wait until I get my bonnet," said Kate. +And she dashed into the house, and then, with +a pink calico sun-bonnet on her head, she came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +down the steps in two jumps, and the brother +and sister, together, hurried through the woods +to Aunt Matilda's cabin.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate Loudon were well-educated +children, and, in many respects, knew more than +most girls and boys who were older than they. +Harry had been taught by his father to ride and +to swim and to shoot as carefully as his school-teacher +had taught him to spell and to parse. +And he was not only taught to be skillful in +these outdoor pursuits, but to be prudent, and +kind-hearted. When he went gunning, he shot +birds and game that were fit for the table; and +when he rode, he remembered that his horse had +feelings as well as himself. Being a boy of good +natural impulses, he might have found out these +things for himself; but, for fear that he might +be too long about it, his father carefully taught +him that it was possible to shoot and to hunt +and to ride without being either careless or cruel. +It must not be supposed that Harry was so extremely +particular that there was no fun in him, +for he had discovered that there is just as much +fun in doing things right as in doing them wrong; +and as there was not a boy in all the country<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +round about who could ride or swim or shoot +so well as Harry, so there was none who had a +more generally jolly time than he.</p> + +<p>His sister Kate was a sharp, bright, intelligent +girl, rather inclined to be wild when opportunity +offered; but very affectionate, and always +as ready for outdoor sports as any boy. She +could not shoot—at least, she never tried—and +she did not ride much on horseback, but she +enjoyed fishing, and rambles through the woods +were to her a constant delight. When anything +was to be done, especially if it was anything +novel, Kate was always ready to help. If anybody +had a plan on hand, it was very hard to +keep her finger out of it; and if there were calculations +to be made, it was all the better. Kate +had a fine head for mathematics, and, on the +whole, she rather preferred a slate and pencil to +needles and spool-cotton.</p> + +<p>As to Aunt Matilda, there could be no doubt +about her case being a pretty hard one. She +was quite old and decrepit when the war set +her free, and, at the time of our story, she was +still older and stiffer. Her former master had +gone to the North to live, and as she had no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +family to support her, the poor old woman was +compelled to depend upon the charity of her +neighbors. For a time she managed to get along +tolerably well, but it was soon found that she +would suffer if she depended upon occasional +charity, especially after she became unable to go +after food or help. Mr. and Mrs. Loudon were +very willing to give her what they could, but +they had several poor people entirely dependent +upon them, and they found it impossible to add +to the number of their pensioners. So it was +finally determined among the neighbors that +Aunt Matilda would have to go to the alms-house, +which place was provided for just such +poor persons as she. Neither Harry nor Kate +knew much about the alms-house, but they +thought it must be some sort of a horrible place; +and, at any rate, it was too hard that Aunt Matilda +should have to leave her old home where +she had spent so many, many years.</p> + +<p>And they did not intend she should do it.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5579" id="r5579"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">The Adoption.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When the children reached Aunt Matilda's +cabin, they found the old woman +seated by a very small fire, which was burning +in one corner of the hearth.</p> + +<p>"Are you cold, Aunt Matilda?" asked Kate.</p> + +<p>"Lor' bless you, no, honey! But you see +there wasn't hardly any coals left, and I was +tryin' to keep the fire alive till somebody would +come along and gather me up some wood."</p> + +<p>"Then you were going to cook your breakfast, +I suppose," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Yes, child, if somebody 'ud come along and +fetch me something to eat."</p> + +<p>"Haven't you anything at all in the house?" +asked Kate.</p> + +<p>"Not a pinch o' meal, nor nothin' else," said +the old woman; "but I 'spected somebody 'ud +be along."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Did you know, Aunt Matilda," said Harry, +"that they are going to send you to the alms-house?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I heerd 'em talk about it," said Aunt +Matilda, shaking her head; "but the alms-house +ain't no place for me."</p> + +<p>"That's so!" said Kate, quickly. "And +you're not going there, either!"</p> + +<p>"No," said Harry: "Kate and I intend to +take care of you for the rest of your life."</p> + +<p>"Lor', children, you can't do it!" said the +old woman, looking in astonishment from one to +the other of these youngsters who proposed to +adopt her.</p> + +<p>"Yes; but we can," said Harry. "Just you +wait and see."</p> + +<p>"It'll take a good deal o' money," said the +old woman, who did not seem to be altogether +satisfied with the prospects held out before her. +"More'n you all will ever be able to git."</p> + +<p>"How much money would be enough for you +to live on, Aunt Matilda?" asked Harry.</p> + +<p>"Dunno. Takes a heap o' money to keep +a person."</p> + +<p>"Well, now," said Kate, "let's see exactly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +how much it will take. Have you a pencil, +Harry? I have a piece of paper in my pocket, I +think. Yes; here it is. Now, let's set down +everything, and see what it comes to."</p> + +<p>So saying, she sat down on a low stool with +her paper on her knees, and her pencil in her +hand.</p> + +<p>"What shall we begin with?" said she.</p> + +<p>"We'll begin with corn-meal," said Harry. +"How much corn-meal do you eat in a week, +Aunt Matilda?"</p> + +<p>"Dunno," said she, "'spect about a couple +o' pecks."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Aunt Matilda!" cried Kate, "our +whole family wouldn't eat two pecks in a +week."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, a half-peck," said she; "'pends +a good deal on how many is living in a house."</p> + +<p>"Yes; but we only mean this for you, Aunt +Matilda. We don't mean it for anybody else."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, I reckon a quarter of a peck +would do, for jest me."</p> + +<p>"We will allow you a peck," said Harry, +"and that will be twenty-five cents a week. Set +that down, Kate."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + +<p>"All right," said Kate. And she set down +at the top of the paper, "Meal, 25 cents."</p> + +<p>The children proceeded in this way to calculate +how much bacon, molasses, coffee, and sugar +would suffice for Aunt Matilda's support; and +they found that the cost, per week, at the rates +of the country stores, with which they were both +familiar, would be seventy-seven and three-quarter +cents.</p> + +<p>"Is there anything else, Aunt Matilda?" +asked Kate.</p> + +<p>"Nuffin I can think on," said Aunt Matilda, +"'cept milk."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I can get that for nothing," said Kate. +"I will bring it to you from home; and I will +bring you some butter too, when I can get it."</p> + +<p>"And I'll pick up wood for you," said Harry. +"I can gather enough in the woods in a couple +of hours to last you for a week."</p> + +<p>"Lor' bless you, chil'en," said Aunt Matilda, +"I hope you'll be able to do all dat."</p> + +<p>Harry stood quiet a few minutes, reflecting.</p> + +<p>"How much would seventy-seven and three +quarter cents a week amount to in a year, Kate?" +said he.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>Kate rapidly worked out the problem, and +answered: "Forty dollars and forty-three cents."</p> + +<p>"Lor'! but that's a heap o' money!" said +Aunt Matilda. "That's more'n I 'spect to have +all the rest of my life."</p> + +<p>"How old are you, Aunt Matilda?" said +Harry.</p> + +<p>"I 'spect about fifty," said the old woman.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Aunt Matilda!" cried Harry, "you're +certainly more than fifty. When I was a very +little fellow, I remember that you were very old—at +least, sixty or seventy."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, I 'spects I'se about ninety," +said Aunt Matilda.</p> + +<p>"But you can't be ninety!" said Kate. "The +Bible says that seventy years is the common +length of a person's life."</p> + +<p>"Them was Jews," said Aunt Matilda. "It +didn't mean no cull'd people. Cull'd people +live longer than that. But p'raps a cull'd Jew +wouldn't live very long."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Harry, "it makes no difference +how old you are. We're going to take care of +you for the rest of your life."</p> + +<p>Kate was again busy with her paper.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> + +<p>"In five years, Harry," she said, "It will be +two hundred and two dollars and fifteen cents."</p> + +<p>"Lor'!" cried Aunt Matilda, "you chil'en +will nebber git dat."</p> + +<p>"But we don't have to get it all at once, +Aunt Matilda," said Harry, laughing; "and you +needn't be afraid that we can't do it. Come, +Kate, it's time for us to be off."</p> + +<p>And then the conference broke up. The +question of Aunt Matilda's future support was +settled. They had forgotten clothes, to be sure; +but it is very difficult to remember everything.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r1085" id="r1085"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Commencing Business.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When they reached home, Harry and Kate +put together what little money they had, +and found that they could buy food enough to +last Aunt Matilda for several days. This Harry +procured and carried down to the old woman +that day. He also gathered and piled up inside +of her cabin a good supply of wood. Fortunately, +there was a spring very near her door, so +that she could get water without much trouble.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate determined that they would +commence business in earnest the next morning, +and, as this was not the season for game, they +determined to go to work to gather sumac-leaves.</p> + +<p>Most of us are familiar with the sumac-bush, +which grows nearly all over the United States. +Of course we do not mean the poisonous swamp-sumac, +but that which grows along the fences<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +and on the edges of the woods. Of late years +the leaves of this bush have been greatly in +demand for tanning purposes, and, in some +States, especially in Virginia, sumac gathering +has become a very important branch of industry, +particularly with the negroes; many of whom, +during the sumac season, prefer gathering these +leaves to doing any other kind of work. The +sumac-bush is quite low, and the leaves are +easily stripped off. They are then carefully +dried, and packed in bags, and carried to the +nearest place of sale, generally a country store.</p> + +<p>The next morning, Harry and Kate made +preparations for a regular expedition. They +were to take their dinner, and stay all day. +Kate was enraptured—even more so, perhaps, +than Harry. Each of them had a large bag, and +Harry carried his gun, for who could tell what +they might meet with? A mink, perhaps, or a +fox, or even a beaver! They had a long walk, +but it was through the woods, and there was +always something to see in the woods. In a +couple of hours, for they stopped very often, +they reached a little valley, through which ran +Crooked Creek. And on the banks of Crooked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +Creek were plenty of sumac-bushes. This place +was at some distance from any settlement, and +apparently had not been visited by sumac +gatherers.</p> + +<p>"Hurra!" cried Kate, "here is enough to +fill a thousand bags!"</p> + +<p>Harry leaned his gun against a tree, and +hung up his shot and powder flasks, and they +both went to work gathering sumac. There was +plenty of it, but Kate soon found that what +they saw would not fill a thousand bags. There +were a good many bushes, but they were small; +and, when all the leaves were stripped off one, +and squeezed into a bag, they did not make a +very great show. However, they did very well, +and, for an hour or so, they worked on merrily. +Then they had dinner. Harry built a fire. He +easily found dry branches, and he had brought +matches and paper with him. At a little distance +under a great pine-tree, Kate selected a +level place, and cleared away the dead leaves +and the twigs, leaving a smooth table of dry and +fragrant pine-needles. On this she spread the +cloth, which was a napkin. Then she took from +the little basket she had brought with her a cake<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +of corn-meal, several thick and well-buttered +slices of wheat bread, some hard-boiled eggs, a +little paper of pepper and salt, a piece of cheese, +and some fried chicken. When this was spread +out (and it would not all go on the cloth), +Harry came, and looked at the repast.</p> + +<p>"What is there to cook?" said he.</p> + +<p>Kate glanced over her table, with a perplexed +look upon her countenance, and said, "I don't +believe there is anything to cook."</p> + +<p>"But we ought to cook something," said +Harry. "Here is a splendid fire. What's the +good of camping out if you don't cook things?"</p> + +<p>"But everything is cooked," said Kate.</p> + +<p>"So it seems," said Harry, in a somewhat +discouraged tone. Had he built that beautiful +fire for nothing? "We ought to have brought +along something raw," said he. "It is ridiculous +eating a cold dinner, with a splendid fire like +that."</p> + +<p>"We might catch some fish," said Kate; "we +should have to cook <i>them</i>."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Harry, "but I brought no +lines."</p> + +<p>So, as there was nothing else to be done,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +they ate their dinner cold, and when they had +finished, Kate cleared off the table by giving the +napkin a flirt, and they were ready for work +again. But first they went to look for a spring, +where they could get a drink. In about half an +hour they found a spring, and some wild plums, +and some blackberries, and a grape-vine (which +would surely be full of grapes in the fall, and +was therefore a vine to be remembered), and a +stone, which Kate was quite certain was an +Indian arrow-head, and some tracks in the white +sand, which must have been made by some +animal or other, although neither of them was +able to determine exactly what animal.</p> + +<p>When they returned to the pine-tree, Kate +took up her bag. Harry followed her example, +but somewhat slowly, as if he were thinking of +something else.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Harry," said Kate, "suppose +you take your gun and go along the creek and +see what that was that made the tracks. If it +was anything with fur on it, it would come to +more than the sumac. I will stay here, and go +on filling my bag."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Harry, after a moment's hesitation,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +"I might go a little way up the creek. I +needn't be gone long. I would certainly like to +find that creature, if I can."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Kate; "I think you'll find +it."</p> + +<p>So Harry loaded his gun, and hurried off to +find the tracks of the mysterious, and probably +fur-covered animal.</p> + +<p>Kate worked away cheerfully, singing a little +song, and filling her bag with the sumac-leaves. +It was now much warmer, and she began to find +that sumac picking, all alone, was not very interesting, +and she hoped that Harry would soon +find his animal, whatever it was. Then, after +picking a little longer, she thought she would +sit down, and rest awhile. So she dragged her +bag to the pine-tree, and sat down, leaning her +back against the tall trunk. She took her bag +of sumac in her arms, and lifted it up, trying to +estimate its weight.</p> + +<p>"There must be ten pounds here!" she said, +"No—it don't feel very heavy, but then there +are so many of the leaves. It ought to weigh +fifteen pounds. And they will be a cent a pound +if we take pay in trade, and three-quarters of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +cent if we want cash. But, of course, we will +take things in trade."</p> + +<p>And then she put down the bag, and began +to calculate.</p> + +<p>"Fifteen pounds, fifteen cents, and at seventy-seven +and three-quarter cents per week, that +would support Aunt Matilda nearly a day and a +half; and then, if Harry has as much more, that +will keep her almost three days; and if we pick +for two hours longer, when Harry comes back, +we may get ten pounds more apiece, which will +make it pretty heavy; but then we won't have +to come again for nearly five days; and if Harry +shoots an otter, I reckon he can get a dollar for +the skin—or a pair of gloves of it—kid gloves, +and my pink dress—and we'll go in the carriage—two +horses—four horses—a prince with +a feather—some butterflies—" and Kate was +asleep.</p> + +<p>When Kate awoke, she saw by the sun that +she had been asleep for several hours. She +sprang to her feet. "Where is Harry?" she +cried. But nobody answered. Then she was +frightened, for he might be lost. But soon she +reflected that that was very ridiculous, for neither<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +of them could be lost in that neighborhood +which they knew so well. Then she sat down and +waited, quite anxiously, it must be admitted. +But Harry did not come, and the sun sank lower. +Presently she rose with an air of determination.</p> + +<p>"I can't wait any longer," she said, "or it +will be dark before I get home. Harry has followed +that thing up the creek ever so far, and +there is no knowing when he will get back, and +it won't do for me to stay here. I'll go home, +and leave a note for him."</p> + +<p>She put her hand in her pocket, and there +was Harry's pencil, which she had borrowed in +the morning and forgot to return, and also the +piece of paper on which she had made her calculation +of the cost of Aunt Matilda's board. +The back of this would do very well for a note. +So she wrote on it:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am going home, for it is getting late. I shall go back +by the same road we came. Your sumac-bag is in the bushes +between the tree and the creek. Bring this piece of paper with +you, as it has Aunt Matilda's expenses on the outside.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Kate</span>.</p></div> + +<p>This note she pinned up against the pine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +tree, where Harry could not fail to see it. Then +she hid her brother's sumac-bag in the bushes +and, shouldering her own bag, which, by-the-way, +did not weigh so many pounds as she +thought it did, set out for home.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r3975" id="r3975"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Kate, very naturally, is Anxious.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>Kate hurried through the woods, for she +was afraid she would not reach home until +after dark, and indeed it was then quite like twilight +in the shade of the great trees around her. +The road on which she was walking was, however, +clear and open, and she was certain she +knew the way. As she hastened on, she could +not help feeling that she was wasting this delightful +walk through the woods. Her old friends +were around her, and though she knew them all +so well, she could not stop to spend any time +with them. There were the oaks—the black-oak +with its shining many-pointed leaves, the +white-oak with its lighter green though duller-hued +foliage, and the chestnut-oak with its long +and thickly clustered leaves. Then there were +the sweet-gums, fragrant and star-leaved, and +the black-gum, tough, dark, and unpretending.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +No little girl in the county knew more about the +trees of her native place than Kate; for she had +made good use of her long rides through the +country with her father. Here were the chincapin-bushes, +like miniature chestnut-trees, and +here were the beautiful poplars. She knew them +by their bright leaves, which looked as though +they had been snipped off at the top with a pair +of scissors. And here, right in front of her, was +Uncle Braddock. She knew him by his many-colored +dressing-gown, without which he never +appeared in public. It was one of the most +curious dressing-gowns ever seen, as Uncle Braddock +was one of the most curious old colored +men ever seen. The gown was not really as old +as its wearer, but it looked older. It was composed +of about a hundred pieces of different +colors and patterns—red, green, blue, yellow, and +brown; striped, spotted, plain, and figured with +flowers and vines. These pieces, from year to +year, had been put on as patches, and some of +them were quilted on, and some were sewed, and +some were pinned. The gown was very long +and came down to Uncle Braddock's heels, which +were also very long and bobbed out under the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +bottom of the gown as if they were trying to +kick backward. But Uncle Braddock never +kicked. He was very old and he had all the +different kinds of rheumatism, and walked bent +over nearly at right-angles, supporting himself +by a long cane like a bean-pole, which he grasped +in the middle. There was probably no particular +reason why he should bend over so very +much, but he seemed to like to walk in that way, +and nobody objected. He was a good old soul, +and Kate was delighted to see him.</p> + +<p>"Uncle Braddock!" she cried.</p> + +<p>The old man stopped and turned around, +almost standing up straight in his astonishment +at seeing the young girl alone in the woods.</p> + +<p>"Why, Miss Kate!" he exclaimed, as she +came up with him, "what in the world is you +doin' h'yar?"</p> + +<p>"I've been gathering sumac," said Kate, as +they walked on together, "and Harry's gone off, +and I couldn't wait any longer and I'm just as +glad as I can be to see you, Uncle Braddock, for +I was beginning to be afraid, because its getting +dark so fast, and your dressing-gown looked +prettier to me than all the trees when I first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +caught sight of it. But I think you ought to +have it washed, Uncle Braddock."</p> + +<p>"Wash him!" said Uncle Braddock, with a +chuckle, as if the suggestion was a very funny +joke; "dat wouldn't do, no how. He'd wash +all to bits, and the pins would stick 'em in the +hands. Couldn't wash him, Miss Kate; it's too +late for dat now. Might have washed him before +de war, p'raps. We was stronger, den. +But what you getherin sumac for, Miss Kate? +If you white folks goes pickin it all, there won't +be none lef' soon fur de cull'ed people, dat's +mighty certain."</p> + +<p>"Why, I'm picking it for the colored people," +said Kate, "at least for one colored person."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you let 'em pick it the'rselves?" +asked the old man.</p> + +<p>"Because Aunt Matilda can't do it," said +Kate.</p> + +<p>"Is dat sumac fur Aunt Matilda?" said +Uncle Braddock.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is," said Kate, "and Harry's been +gathering some, and we're going to pick enough +to get her all she wants. Harry and I intend to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +take care of her now. You know they were +going to send her to the alms-house."</p> + +<p>"Well, I declar!" exclaimed the old man. +"I neber did hear de like o' dat afore. Why, +you all isn't done bein' tuk care of you'selves." +Kate laughed, and explained their plans, getting +quite enthusiastic about it.</p> + +<p>"Lem me carry dat bag," said Uncle Braddock. +"Oh no!" said Kate, "you're too old to +be carrying bags."</p> + +<p>"Jis lem me hab it," said he; "it's trouble +enuf fur me to get along, anyway, and a bag or +two don't make no kind o' dif'rence."</p> + +<p>Kate found herself obliged to consent, and as +the bag was beginning to feel very heavy for her, +and as it did not seem to make the slightest difference, +as he had said, to Uncle Braddock, she +was very glad to be rid of it.</p> + +<p>But when at last they reached the village, +and Uncle Braddock went over the fields to his +cabin, Kate ran into the house, carrying her bag +with ease, for she was excited by the hope that +Harry had come home by some shorter way, +and that she should find him in the house.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p>But there was no Harry there. And soon it +was night, and yet he did not come.</p> + +<p>Matters now looked serious, and about nine +o'clock Mr. Loudon, with two of the neighbors, +started out into the woods to look for Aunt +Matilda's young guardian.</p> + +<p>Kate's mother was away on a visit to her +relations in another county, and so the little +girl passed the night on the sofa in the parlor, +with a colored woman asleep on the rug before +the fireplace. Kate would not go to bed. She +determined to stay awake until Harry should +come home. But the sofa-cushions became +more and more pleasant, and very soon she was +dreaming that Harry had shot a giraffe, and had +skinned it, and had stuffed the skin full of sumac-leaves, +and that he and she were pulling it +through the woods, and that the legs caught in +the trees and they could not get it along, and +then she woke up. It was bright daylight. +But Harry had not come!</p> + +<p>There was no news. Mr. Loudon and his +friends were still absent. Poor Kate was in despair, +and could not touch the breakfast, which +was prepared at the usual hour.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>About nine o'clock a company of negro +sumac gatherers appeared on the road which +passed Mr. Loudon's house. It was a curious +party. On a rude cart, drawn by two little oxen, +was a pile of bags filled with sumac-leaves, which +were supported by poles stuck around the cart +and bound together by ropes. On the top of +the pile sat a negro, plying a long whip and +shouting to the oxen. Behind the cart, and on +each side of it, were negroes, men and women, +carrying huge bales of sumac on their heads. +Bags, pillow-cases, bed-ticks, sheets and coverlets +had been called into requisition to hold +the precious leaves. Here was a woman with a +great bundle on her head, which sank down so +as to almost entirely conceal her face; and near +her was an old man who supported on his bare +head a load that looked heavy enough for a horse. +Even little children carried bundles considerably +larger than themselves, and all were laughing +and talking merrily as they made their way to +the village store at the cross-roads.</p> + +<p>Kate ran eagerly out to question these +people. They must certainly have seen Harry.</p> + +<p>The good-natured negroes readily stopped<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +to talk with Kate. The ox-driver halted his +team, and every head-burdened man, woman, +and child clustered around her, until it seemed +as if sumac clouds had spread between her and +the sky, and had obscured the sun.</p> + +<p>But no one had seen Harry. In fact, this +company, with the accumulated proceeds of a +week's sumac gathering, had come from a portion +of the county many miles from Crooked +Creek, and of course, they could bring no news +to Kate.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r4587" id="r4587"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">The Turkey-Hunter.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When Harry left Kate, he quietly walked +by the side of Crooked Creek, keeping his +eyes fixed on the tracks of the strange animal, +and his thumb on the hammer of the right-hand +barrel of his gun. Before long the tracks disappeared, +and disappeared, too, directly in front +of a hole in the bank; quite a large hole, big +enough for a beaver or an otter. This was capital +luck! Harry got down on his hands and +knees and examined the tracks. Sure enough, +the toes pointed toward the hole. It must be +in there!</p> + +<p>Harry cocked his gun and sat and waited. +He was as still as a dead mouse. There was no +earthly reason why the creature should not come +out, except perhaps that it might not want to +come out. At any rate, it could not know that +Harry was outside waiting for it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p>He waited a long time without ever thinking +how the day was passing on; and it began to be +a little darkish, just a little, before he thought +that perhaps he had better go back to Kate.</p> + +<p>But it might be just coming out, and what a +shame to move! A skin that would bring five +dollars was surely worth waiting for a little +while longer, and he might never have such +another chance. He certainly had never had +such a one before.</p> + +<p>And so he still sat and waited, and pretty +soon he heard something. But it was not in the +hole—not near him at all. It was farther along +the creek, and sounded like the footsteps of +some one walking stealthily.</p> + +<p>Harry looked around quickly, and, about +thirty yards from him, he saw a man with a gun. +The man was now standing still, looking steadily +at him. At least Harry thought he was, but +there was so little light in the woods by this time +that he could not be sure about it. What was +that man after? Could he be watching him?</p> + +<p>Harry was afraid to move. Perhaps the man +mistook him for some kind of an animal. To be +sure, he could not help thinking that boys were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +animals, but he did not suppose the man would +want to shoot a boy, if he knew it. But how +could any one tell that Harry was a boy at that +distance, and in that light.</p> + +<p>Poor Harry did not even dare to call out. +He could not speak without moving something, +his lips any way, and the man might fire at the +slightest motion. He was so quiet that the +musk-rat—it was a musk-rat that lived in the +hole—came out of his house, and seeing the +boy so still, supposed he was nothing of any consequence, +and so trotted noiselessly along to the +water and slipped in for a swim. Harry never +saw him. His eyes were fixed on the man.</p> + +<p>For some minutes longer—they seemed like +hours—he remained motionless. And then he +could bear it no longer.</p> + +<p>"Hel-low!" he cried.</p> + +<p>"Hel-low!" said the man.</p> + +<p>Then Harry got up trembling and pale, and +the man came toward him.</p> + +<p>"Why, I didn't know what you were," said +the man.</p> + +<p>"Tony Kirk!" exclaimed Harry. Yes, it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +was Tony Kirk, sure enough, a man who would +never shoot a boy—if he knew it.</p> + +<p>"What are you doing here," asked Tony, +"a-squattin' in the dirt at supper-time?"</p> + +<p>Harry told him what he was doing, and how +he had been frightened, and then the remark +about supper-time made him think of his sister. +"My senses!" he cried, "there's Kate! she +must think I'm lost."</p> + +<p>"Kate!" exclaimed Tony. "What Kate? +You don't mean your sister!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do," said Harry; and away he ran +down the shore of the creek. Tony followed, +and when he reached the big pine-tree, there +was Harry gazing blankly around him.</p> + +<p>"She's gone!" faltered the boy.</p> + +<p>"I should think so," said Tony, "if she knew +what was good for her. What's this?" His +quick eyes had discovered the paper on the +tree.</p> + +<p>Tony pulled the paper from the pine trunk +and tried to read it, but Harry was at his side in +an instant, and saw it was Kate's writing. It +was almost too dark to read it, but he managed, +by holding it toward the west, to make it out.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + +<p>"She's gone home," he said, "and I must be +after her;" and he prepared to start.</p> + +<p>"Hold up!" cried Tony; "I'm going that +way. And so you've been getherin' sumac." +Harry had read the paper aloud. "There's no +use o' leavin' yer bag. Git it out o' the bushes, +and come along with me."</p> + +<p>Harry soon found his bag, and then he and +Tony set out along the road.</p> + +<p>"What are you after?" asked Harry.</p> + +<p>"Turkeys," said Tony.</p> + +<p>Tony Kirk was always after turkeys. He +was a wild-turkey hunter by profession. It is +true there were seasons of the year when he did +not shoot turkeys, but although at such times he +worked a little at farming and fished a little, he +nearly always found it necessary to do something +that related to turkeys. He watched +their haunts, he calculated their increase, he +worked out problems which proved to him +where he would find them most plentiful in the +fall, and his mind was seldom free from the consideration +of the turkey question.</p> + +<p>"Isn't it rather early for turkeys?" asked +Harry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, yes," said Tony, "but I'm tired o' +waitin."</p> + +<p>"I'm goin' to make a short cut," continued +Tony, striking out of the road into a narrow path +in the woods. "You can save half a mile by +comin' this way."</p> + +<p>So Harry followed him.</p> + +<p>"I don't mind takin' you," said Tony, "fur +I know you kin keep a secret. My turkey-blind +is over yander;" and as he said this he put his +hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a handful +of shelled corn, which he began to scatter +along the path, a grain or two at a time. After +ten or fifteen minutes' walking, Tony scattering +corn all the way, they came to a mass of oak +and chestnut boughs, piled up on one side of +the path like a barrier. This was the turkey-blind. +It was four or five feet high, and behind +it Tony was accustomed to sit in the early gray +of the morning, waiting for the turkeys which +he hoped to entice that way by means of his +long line of shelled corn.</p> + +<p>"You see I build my blind," said he to +Harry, "and then I don't come here till I've +sprinkled my corn for about a week, and got the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +turkeys used to comin' this way after it. Then +I get back o' that thar at night and wait till the +airly mornin', when they're sartin to come gobblin' +along, till I can get a good crack at 'em." +With this he sat down on a log, which Harry +could scarcely see, so dark was it in the woods +by this time.</p> + +<p>"Are you tired?" said Harry.</p> + +<p>"No," answered Tony; "I'm goin' to stop +here. I want to be ready fur 'em before it +begins to be light."</p> + +<p>"But how am I to get home?" said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Oh, jist keep straight on in that track. It'll +take yer straight to the store, ef ye don't turn +out uv it."</p> + +<p>"Can't you come along and show me?" said +Harry. "I can't find the way through these +dark woods."</p> + +<p>"It's easy enough," said Tony, striking a +match to light his pipe. "I could find my way +with my eyes shut. And it would not do fur +me to go. I'll make too much noise comin' +back. There's no knowin' how soon the turkeys +will begin to stir about."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then you oughtn't to have brought me +here," said Harry, much provoked.</p> + +<p>"I wanted to show you a short way home," +said Tony, puffing away at his pipe.</p> + +<p>Harry answered not a word, but set out +along the path. In a minute or two he ran +against a tree; then he turned to the right and +stumbled over a root, dropping his bag and +nearly losing his hold of his gun. He was soon +convinced that it was all nonsense to try to get +home by that path, and he slowly made his way +back to Tony.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell ye what it is," said the turkey-hunter, +"ef you think you'd hurt yerself findin' yer +way home, and I thought you knew the woods +better than that, you might as well stay here +with me. I'll take you home bright an' airly. You +needn't trouble yerself about yer sister. She's +home long ago. It must have been bright daylight +when she wrote on that paper, and she +could keep the road easy enough."</p> + +<p>Harry said nothing, but sat down on the +other end of the log. Tony did not seem to +notice his vexation, but talked to him, explaining +the mysteries of turkey-hunting and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +delight of spending a night in the woods, where +everything was so cool and dry and still. +"There's no nonsense here," said Tony. "Ef +there's any place where a feller kin have peace +and comfert, it's in the woods, at night."</p> + +<p>By degrees Harry became interested and forgot +his annoyance. Kate was certainly safe at +home, and as it was impossible for him to find his +way out of the depths of the woods, he might +as well be content. He could not even hope to +regain the road by the way they came.</p> + +<p>When Tony had finished his pipe he took +Harry behind his blind. "All you have to do," +said he, "is jist to peep over here and level +your gun along that path, keepin' yer eye fixed +straight in front of you, and after awhile you can +begin to see things. Suppose that dark lump +down yander was a turkey. Just look at it long +enough and you kin make it out. You see what +I mean, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Harry, peeping over the blind; +"I see it;" and then, with a sudden jump, he +whispered, "Tony! it's moving." Tony did +not answer for a moment, and then he hurriedly +whispered back, "That's so! It <i>is</i> moving."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r2652" id="r2652"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Tony Strikes Out.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>There was no doubt about it, something +<i>was</i> moving. There was a rise in the +ground a short distance in front of the turkey-blind, +and a little patch of dark sky was visible +between the trees. Across this bit of sky something +dark was slowly passing.</p> + +<p>"Ye kin see 'most anything in the darkest +night," whispered Tony, "ef ye kin only git the +sky behind it. But that's no turkey."</p> + +<p>"What do you think it is?" said Harry, +softly. "It's big enough for a turkey."</p> + +<p>"Too big," said Tony. "Let's git after it. +You slip along the path, and I'll go round ahead +of it. Feel yer way, and don't make no noise if +ye run agin anything. And mind this"—and +here Tony spoke in one of the most impressive +of whispers—"don't you fire till yer <i>dead certain</i> +what it is."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p>With this Tony slipped away into the darkness, +and Harry, grasping his gun, set out to feel +his way. He felt his way along the path for a +short time, and then he felt his way out of it. +Then he crept into a low, soft place, full of ferns, +and out of that he carefully felt his way into a +big bush, where he knocked off his hat. When +he found his hat, which took him some time, he +gradually worked himself out into a place where +the woods were a little more open, and there he +caught another glimpse of the sky just at the +top of the ridge. There was something dark +against the sky, and Harry watched it for a long +time. At last, as it did not move at all, he came +to the conclusion that it must be a bush, and he +was entirely correct. For an hour or two he +quietly crept among the trees, hoping he would +either find the thing that was moving or get +back to the turkey-blind. Several times something +that he was sure was an "old har," as +hares are often called in Virginia, rushed out of +the bushes near him; and once he heard a quick +rustling among the dead leaves that sounded as +if it were made by a black snake, but it might as +well have been a Chinese pagoda on wheels, for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +all he could see of it. At last he became very +tired, and sat down to rest with his back against +a big tree. There he soon began to nod, and, +without the slightest intention of doing anything +of the kind, he went to sleep just as soundly as +if he had been in his bed at home. And this +was not at all surprising, considering the amount +of walking and creeping that he had done that +day and night.</p> + +<p>When he awoke it was daylight. He sprang +to his feet and found he was very stiff in the +legs, but that did not prevent him from running +this way and that to try and find some place in +the woods with which he was familiar. Before +long he heard what he thought was something +splashing in water, and, making his way toward +the sound, he pushed out on the bank of Crooked +Creek.</p> + +<p>The creek was quite wide at this point, and +out near the middle of it he saw Tony's head. +The turkey-hunter was swimming hand-overhand, +"dog-fashion," for the shore. Behind him +was a boat, upside-down, which seemed just on +the point of sinking out of sight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hel-low, there!" cried Harry; "what's the +matter, Tony?"</p> + +<p>Tony never answered a word, but spluttered +and puffed, and struck out slowly but vigorously +for the bank.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute," cried Harry, wildly excited, +"I'll reach you a pole."</p> + +<p>But Tony did not wait, and Harry could find +no pole. When he turned around from his hurried +search among the bushes, the turkey-hunter +had found bottom, and was standing with his +head out of water. But the bottom was soft and +muddy, and he flopped about dolefully when he +attempted to walk to the bank. Harry reached +his gun out toward him, but Tony, with a quick +jerk of his arm, motioned it away.</p> + +<p>"I'd rather be drownded than shot," he spluttered. +"I don't want no gun-muzzles pinted at +me. Take a-hold of that little tree, and then +reach me your hand."</p> + +<p>Harry seized a young tree that grew on the +very edge of the bank, and as soon as Tony +managed to flop himself near enough, Harry +leaned over and took hold of his outstretched +hand and gave him a jerk forward with all his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +strength. Over went Tony, splash on his face +in the water, and Harry came very near going in +head-foremost on top of him. But he recovered +himself, and, not having loosed his grip of +Tony's hand, he succeeded, with a mighty effort, +in dragging the turkey-hunter's head out of the +water; and, after a desperate struggle with the +mud, Tony managed to get on his feet again.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said he, blowing the water +out of his mouth and shaking his dripping head, +"but what I'd 'most as lieve be shot as ducked +that way. Don't you jerk so hard again. Hold +steady, and let me pull."</p> + +<p>Harry took a still firmer grasp of the tree +and "held steady," while Tony gradually +worked his feet through the sticky mud until +he reached the bank, and then he laboriously +clambered on shore.</p> + +<p>"How did it happen?" said Harry. "How +did you get in the water?"</p> + +<p>"Boat upsot," said Tony, seating himself, all +dripping with water and mud, upon the bank.</p> + +<p>"Why, you came near being drowned," said +Harry, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"No I didn't," answered Tony, pulling a big<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +bunch of weeds and rubbing his legs with them +"I kin swim well enough, but a fellar has a +rough time in the water with big boots on and +his pockets full o' buck-shot."</p> + +<p>"Couldn't you empty the shot out?" asked +Harry.</p> + +<p>"And lose it all?" asked Tony, with an +aggrieved expression upon his watery face.</p> + +<p>"But how did it happen?" Harry earnestly +inquired. "What were you doing in the boat?"</p> + +<p>Tony did not immediately answer. He +rubbed at his legs, and then he tried to wipe his +face with his wet coat-sleeve, but finding that +only made matters worse, he accepted Harry's +offer of his handkerchief, and soon got his countenance +into talking order.</p> + +<p>"Why, you see," said he, "I kept on up the +creek till I got opposite John Walker's cabin, +where it's narrow, and there's a big tree a-lyin' +across—"</p> + +<p>"Still following that thing?" interrupted +Harry.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tony; "an' then I got over on +the tree and kep' down the creek—"</p> + +<p>"Still following?" asked Harry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes; and I got a long ways down, and had +one bad tumble, too, in a dirty little gully; and +it was pretty nigh day when I turned to come +back. An' then when I got up here I thought I +would look fur John Walker's boat—fur I knew +he kept it tied up somewhere down this way—and +save myself all that walk. I found the ole +boat—"</p> + +<p>"And how did it upset?" said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Humph!" said Tony; "easy enough. I +hadn't nuthin to row with but a bit o' pole, and +I got a sorter cross a-gettin' along so slow, and +so I stood up and gin a big push, and one foot +slipped, an' over she went."</p> + +<p>"And in you went!" said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Yes—in I went. I don't see what ever put +John Walker up to makin' sich a boat as that. +It's jist the meanest, lopsidedest, low-borndedst +boat I ever did see."</p> + +<p>"I don't wonder you think so," said Harry, +laughing; "but if I were you, I'd go home as +soon as I could, and get some dry clothes."</p> + +<p>"That's so," said Tony, rising; "these feel +like the inside of an eelskin."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tony!" said Harry as they walked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +along up the creek, "did you find out what that +thing was?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did," answered Tony.</p> + +<p>"And what was it?"</p> + +<p>"It was Captain Caseby."</p> + +<p>"Captain Caseby?" cried Harry.</p> + +<p>"Yes; jist him, and nuthin' else. It was his +head we seen agin the sky, as he was a-walkin' +on the other side of that little ridge."</p> + +<p>"Captain Caseby!" again ejaculated Harry +in his amazement.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir!" said Tony; "an' I'm glad I +found it out before I crossed the creek, for my +gun wasn't no further use, an' it was only in my +way, so I left it in the bushes up here. Ef it +hadn't been for that, the ole rifle would ha' been +at the bottom of the creek."</p> + +<p>"But what was Captain Caseby doing here +in the woods at night?" asked Harry.</p> + +<p>"Dunno," said Tony; "I jist follered him +till I made sure he wasn't a-huntin for my turkey-blind, +and then I let him go long. His +business wasn't no consarn o' mine."</p> + +<p>When Tony and Harry had nearly reached +the village, who should they meet, at a cross-road<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +in the woods, but Mr. Loudon and Captain +Caseby!</p> + +<p>"Ho, ho!" cried the captain "where on +earth have you been? Here I've been a-hunting +you all night."</p> + +<p>"You have, have you?" said Tony, with a +chuckle; "and Harry and I've been a-huntin' +you all night, too."</p> + +<p>Everybody now began to talk at once. +Harry's father was so delighted to find his boy +again, that he did not care to explain anything, +and he and Harry walked off together.</p> + +<p>But Captain Caseby told Tony all about it. +How he, Mr. Loudon, and old Mr. Wagner, had +set out to look for Harry; how Mr. Wagner soon +became so tired that he had to give up, and go +home, and how Mr. Loudon had gone through +the woods to the north, while he kept down by +the creek, searching on both sides of the stream, +and how they had both walked, and walked, and +walked all night, and had met at last down by +the river.</p> + +<p>"How did you manage to meet Mr. Loudon?" +asked Tony.</p> + +<p>"I heard him hollerin'," said the captain.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He hollered pretty near all night, he told +me."</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you holler?" Tony asked.</p> + +<p>'Oh, I never exercise my voice in the night +air,' said the captain. "It's against my rules."</p> + +<p>"Well, you'd better break your rules next +time you go out in the woods where Harry is," +said the turkey-hunter, "or he'll pop you over +for a turkey or a musk-rat. He's a sharp shot, I +kin tell ye."</p> + +<p>"You don't really mean he was after me last +night with a gun!" exclaimed Captain Caseby.</p> + +<p>"He truly was," declared Tony; "he was +a-trackin' you his Sunday best. It was bad for +you that it was so dark that he couldn't see +what you was; but it might have been worse for +ye if it hadn't been so dark that he couldn't find +ye at all."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad I didn't know it," said the captain +earnestly; "thoroughly and completely glad I +didn't know it. I should have yelled all the skin +off my throat, if I'd have known he was after me +with a gun."</p> + +<p>After Harry had been home an hour or two, +and Kate had somewhat recovered from her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +transports of joy, and everybody in the village +had heard all about everything that had happened, +and Captain Caseby had declared, in the +bosom of his family, that he would never go out +into the woods again at night without keeping up +a steady "holler," Harry remembered that he had +left his sumac-bag somewhere in the woods. +Hard work for a whole day and a night, and +nothing to show for it! Rather a poor prospect +for Aunt Matilda.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r1155" id="r1155"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Aunt Matilda's Christmas.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When Harry and Kate held council that +afternoon, their affairs looked a little discouraging. +Kate's sumac was weighed, and it +was only seven pounds! Seven whole cents, if +they took it out in trade, or five and a quarter +cents, as Kate calculated, if they took cash. A +woman as large as Aunt Matilda could not be +supported on that kind of an income, it was plain +enough.</p> + +<p>But our brave boy and girl were not discouraged. +Harry went after his bag the next +day, and found it with about ten pounds of leaves +in it. Then, for a week or two, he and his sister +worked hard and sometimes gathered as much as +twenty-five pounds of leaves in a day. But they +had their bad days, when there was a great deal +of walking and very little picking.</p> + +<p>And then, in due course of time, school began<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +and the sumac season was at an end, for the +leaves are not merchantable after they begin to +turn red, although they are then a great deal +prettier to look at.</p> + +<p>But then Harry went out early in the morning, +and on Saturdays, and shot hares and partridges, +and Kate began to sell her chickens, of +which she had twenty-seven (eighteen died natural +deaths, or were killed by weasels during the +summer), they found that they made more +money than they could have made by sumac +gathering.</p> + +<p>"It's a good deal for you two to do for that +old woman," said Captain Caseby, one day.</p> + +<p>"But, didn't we promise to do it?" said +Miss Kate, bravely. "We'd do twice as much, +if there were two of her."</p> + +<p>It was very fortunate, however, that there +were not two of her.</p> + +<p>Sometimes they had extraordinary luck. +Early one November morning Harry was out in +the woods and caught sight of a fat wild-turkey.</p> + +<p>Bang!—one dollar.</p> + +<p>That was enough to keep Aunt Matilda for +a week.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<p>At least it ought to have kept her. But +there was something wrong somewhere. Every +week it cost more and more to keep the old +colored woman in what Harry called "eating +material."</p> + +<p>"Her appetite must be increasing," said +Harry; "she's eaten two pecks of meal this +week."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it," said Kate; "she +couldn't do it. I believe she has company."</p> + +<p>And this turned out to be true.</p> + +<p>On inquiry they found that Uncle Braddock +was in the habit of taking his meals with Aunt +Matilda, sometimes three times a day. Now, +Uncle Braddock had a home of his own, where +he could get his meals if he chose to go after +them, and Harry remonstrated with him on +his conduct.</p> + +<p>"Why, ye see, Mah'sr Harry," said the old +man, "she's so drefful lonesome down dar all by +sheself, and sometimes it's a-rainin' an' a long +way fur me to go home and git me wrapper all +wet jist fur one little meal o' wittles. And when +I see what you all is a-doin' fur her, I feels dat +I oughter try and do somethin' fur her, too, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +long as I kin; an' I can't expect to go about +much longer, Mah'sr Harry; de ole wrapper's +pretty nigh gin out."</p> + +<p>"I don't mind your taking your meals there, +now and then," said Harry; "but I don't want +you to live there. We can't afford it."</p> + +<p>"All right, Mah'sr Harry," said Uncle Braddock, +and after that he never came to Aunt +Matilda's to meals more than five or six times a +week.</p> + +<p>And now Christmas, always a great holiday +with the negroes of the South, was approaching, +and Harry and Kate determined to try and +give Aunt Matilda extra good living during +Christmas week, and to let her have company +every day if she wanted it.</p> + +<p>Harry had a pig. He got it in the spring +when it was very small, and when its little tail +was scarcely long enough to curl. There was a +story about his getting this pig.</p> + +<p>He and some other boys had been out walking, +and several dogs went along with them. +The dogs chased a cat—a beautiful, smooth cat, +that belonged to old Mr. Truly Matthews. The +cat put off at the top of her speed, which was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +good deal better than any speed the dogs could +show, and darted up a tree right in front of her +master's house. The dogs surrounded the tree +and barked as if they expected to bark the tree +down. One little fuzzy dog, with short legs and +hair all over his eyes, actually jumped into a +low crotch, and the boys thought he was going +to try to climb the tree. If he had ever reached +the cat he would have been very sorry +he had not stayed at home, for she was a good +deal bigger than he was. Harry and his friends +endeavored to drive the dogs away from the +tree, but it was of no use. Even kicks and +blows only made them bark the more. Directly +out rushed Mr. Truly Matthews, as angry as he +could be. He shouted and scolded at the boys +for setting their dogs on his cat, and then he +kicked the dogs out of his yard in less time than +you could count seventy-two. He was very +angry, indeed, and talked about the shocking +conduct of the boys to everybody in the village. +He would listen to no explanations or excuses.</p> + +<p>Harry was extremely sorry that Mr. Matthews +was so incensed against him, especially as +he knew there was no cause for it, and he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +talking about it to Kate one day, when she +exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what will be sure to pacify +Mr. Matthews, Harry. He has a lot of little +pigs that he wants to sell. Just you go and buy +one of them, and see if he isn't as good-natured +as ever, when he sees your money."</p> + +<p>Harry took the advice. He had a couple of +dollars, and with them he bought a little pig, +the smallest of the lot; and Mr. Matthews, who +was very much afraid he could not find purchasers +for all his pigs, was as completely pacified +as Kate thought he would be.</p> + +<p>Harry took his property home, and all +through the summer and fall the little pig ran +about the yard and the fields and the woods, +and ate acorns—and sweet potatoes and turnips +when he could get a chance to root them up +with his funny little twitchy nose—and grunted +and slept in the sun; and about the middle of +December he had grown so big that Harry sold +him for eleven dollars. Here was quite a capital +for Christmas.</p> + +<p>"I can't afford to spend it all on Aunt +Matilda," said Harry to his mother and Kate,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +"for I have other things to do with my money. +But she's bound to have a good Christmas, and +we'll make her a present besides."</p> + +<p>Kate was delighted with his idea, and immediately +began to suggest all sorts of things for +the present. If Harry chose to buy anything +that she could "make up," she would go right +to work at it. But Harry could not think of +anything that would suit exactly, and neither +could Kate, nor their mother; and when Mr. +Loudon was taken into council, at dinner-time, +he could suggest nothing but an army blanket—which +suggestion met with no favor at all.</p> + +<p>At last Mr. Loudon advised that they should +ask Aunt Matilda what she would like to have +for a present.</p> + +<p>"There's no better way of suiting her than +that," said he.</p> + +<p>So Harry and Kate went down to the old +woman's cabin that afternoon, after school, and +asked her.</p> + +<p>Aunt Matilda did not hesitate an instant.</p> + +<p>"Ef you chil'en is really a-goin' to give me a +present, there ain't nothin' I'd rather have than +a Chrismis tree."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p>"A Christmas tree!" cried Harry and Kate +both bursting out laughing.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed, chil'en. Ef ye give me anything, +give me a good big fiery Chrismis tree +like you all had, year 'fore las'."</p> + +<p>Two years before, Harry and Kate had had +their last Christmas tree. There were no younger +children, and these two were now considered +to have outgrown that method of celebrating +Christmas. But they had missed their tree last +year—missed it very much.</p> + +<p>And now Aunt Matilda wanted one. It was +the very thing!</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" cried Harry; "you shall have it. +Hurrah for Aunt Matilda's Christmas tree!"</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" cried Kate; "won't it be splendid? +Hurrah!"</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" said Uncle Braddock, who was +just coming up to the cabin door, but he did not +shout very loud, and nobody heard him.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah! I wonder what dey's all hurrahin' +about?" he said to himself.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate had started off to run home +with the news, but Aunt Matilda told the old +man all about it, and when he heard there was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +to be a Christmas tree, he was just as glad as +anybody.</p> + +<p>When it became generally known that Aunt +Matilda was to have a Christmas tree, the people +of the neighborhood took a great interest in +the matter. John Walker and Dick Ford, two +colored men of the vicinity, volunteered to get +the tree. But when they went out into the +woods to cut it, eighteen other colored people, +big and little, followed them, some to help and +some to give advice.</p> + +<p>A very fine tree was selected. It was a pine, +ten feet high, and when they brought it into +Aunt Matilda's cabin, they could not stand it +upright, for her ceiling was rather low.</p> + +<p>When Harry and Kate came home from +school they were rather surprised to see so big +a tree, but it was such a fine one that they +thought they must have it. After some consideration +it was determined to erect it in a deserted +cabin, near by, which had no upper floor, and +was high enough to allow the tree to stand up +satisfactorily. This was, indeed, an excellent +arrangement, for it was better to keep the decoration +of the Christmas tree a secret from Aunt +Matilda until all was completed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p>The next day was a holiday, and Harry and +Kate went earnestly to work. A hole was dug +in the clay floor of the old cabin, and the tree +planted firmly therein. It was very firm, indeed, +for a little colored boy named Josephine's Bobby +climbed nearly to the topmost branch, without +shaking it very much. For four or five days the +work of decorating the tree went on. Everybody +talked about it, a great many laughed at +it, and nearly everybody seemed inclined to give +something to hang upon its branches. Kate +brought a large box containing the decorations of +her last Christmas tree, and she and Harry +hung sparkling balls, and golden stars, and silver +fishes, and red and blue paper angels, and candy +swans, and sugar pears, and glittering things of +all sorts, shapes, and sizes upon the boughs. +Harry had a step-ladder, and Dick Ford and five +colored boys held it firmly while he stood on it +and tied on the ornaments. Very soon the +neighbors began to send in their contributions. +Mrs. Loudon gave a stout woollen dress, which +was draped over a lower branch; while Mr. +Loudon, who was not to be diverted from his +original idea, sent an army blanket, which Kate<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +arranged around the root of the tree, so as to +look as much as possible like gray moss. Mr. +Darby, who kept the store, sent a large paper +bag of sugar and a small bag of tea, which were +carefully hung on lower branches. Miss Jane +Davis thought she ought to do something, and +she contributed a peck of sweet potatoes, which, +each tied to a string, were soon dangling from +the branches. Then Mr. Truly Matthews, who +did not wish to be behind his neighbors in generosity, +sent a shoulder of bacon, which looked +quite magnificent as it hung about the middle of +the tree. Other people sent bars of soap, bags +of meal, packages of smoking-tobacco, and flannel +petticoats. A pair of shoes was contributed, +and several pairs of stockings, which latter were +filled with apples and hickory-nuts by the considerate +Kate. Several of the school children +gave sticks of candy; and old Mrs. Sarah Page, +who had nothing else to spare, brought a jug of +molasses, which was suspended near the top of +the tree. Kate did not fancy the appearance of +the jug, and she wreathed it with strings of glittering +glass balls; and the shoulder of bacon +she stuck full of red berries and holly-leaves.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +Harry contributed a bright red handkerchief for +Aunt Matilda's head, and Kate gave a shawl +which was yellower than a sunflower, if such a +thing could be. And Harry bore the general expenses +of the "extras," which were not trifling.</p> + +<p>When Christmas eve arrived everybody came +to see Aunt Matilda's Christmas tree. Kate and +Harry were inside superintending the final arrangements, +and about fifty or sixty persons, +colored and white, were gathered around the +closed door of the old cabin. When all was +ready Aunt Matilda made her appearance, supported +on either side by Dick Ford and John +Walker, while Uncle Braddock, in his many-colored +dressing-gown, followed close behind. +Then the door was opened, and Aunt Matilda +entered, followed by as many of the crowd as +could get in. It was certainly a scene of splendor. +A wood fire blazed in the fireplace at one +end of the cabin, while dozens of tallow candles +lighted up the tree. The gold and silver stars +glistened, the many-colored glass balls shone +among the green pine boughs; the shoulder of +bacon glowed like a bed of flowers, while the jug +of molasses hung calm and serene, surrounded by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +its glittering beads. A universal buzz of approbation +and delight arose. No one had ever seen +such a Christmas tree before. Every bough and +every branch bore something useful as well as +ornamental.</p> + +<p>As for Aunt Matilda, for several moments +she remained speechless with delight. At last +she exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Laws-a-massey! It's wuth while being +good for ninety-five years to git such a tree at +las'."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r9174" id="r9174"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Lively Team.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>"I want you to understand, Harry," said Mr. +Loudon, one day, "that I do not disapprove +of what you and Kate are doing for old Aunt +Matilda. On the contrary, I feel proud of you +both. The idea was honorable to you, and, so +far, you have done very well; better than I +expected; and I believe I was a little more sanguine +than any one else in the village. But you +must not forget that you have something else to +think of besides making money for Aunt Matilda."</p> + +<p>"But, don't I think of other things, father?" +said Harry. "I'm sure I get along well enough +at school."</p> + +<p>"That may be, my boy; but I want you to +get along better than well enough."</p> + +<p>This little conversation made quite an impression +on Harry, and he talked to Kate about it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I suppose father's right," said she; "but +what's to be done about it? Is that poor old +woman to have only half enough to eat, so that +you may read twice as much Virgil?"</p> + +<p>Harry laughed.</p> + +<p>"But perhaps she will have five-eighths of +enough to eat if I only read nine-sixteenths as +much Latin," said he.</p> + +<p>"Oh! you're always poking arithmetic fun +at me," said Kate. "But I tell you what you +can do," she continued. "You can get up half +an hour earlier, every morning, and that will +give you a good deal of extra time to think about +your lessons."</p> + +<p>"I can <i>think</i> about them in bed," said +Harry.</p> + +<p>"Humph!" said Kate; and she went on +with her work. She was knitting a "tidy," +worth two pounds of sugar, or half a pound of +tea, when it should be finished.</p> + +<p>Harry did not get up any earlier; for, as he +expressed it, "It was dreadfully cold before +breakfast," on those January mornings; but his +father and mother noticed that the subject of +Aunt Matilda's maintenance did not so entirely<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +engross the conversation of the brother and +sister in the evenings; and they had their heads +together almost as often over slate and schoolbooks +as over the little account-book in which +Kate put down receipts and expenditures.</p> + +<p>On a Thursday night, about the middle of +January, there was a fall of snow. Not a very +heavy fall; the snow might have been deeper, +but it was deep enough for sledding. On the +Friday, Harry, in connection with another boy, +Tom Selden, several years older than himself, +concocted a grand scheme. They would haul +wood, on a sled, all day Saturday.</p> + +<p>It was not to be any trifling little "boy-play" +wood-hauling. Harry's father owned a woodsled—one +of the very few sleds or sleighs in the +county—which was quite an imposing affair, as +to size, at least. It was about eight feet long +and four feet wide; and although it was rough +enough,—being made of heavy boards, nailed +transversely upon a couple of solid runners, with +upright poles to keep the load in its place—it +was a very good sled, as far as it went, which +had not been very far of late; for there had +been no good sledding for several seasons. Old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +Mr. Truly Matthews had a large pile of wood +cut in a forest about a mile and a half from the +village, and the boys knew that he wanted it +hauled to the house, and that, by a good day's +work, considerable money could be made.</p> + +<p>All the arrangements were concluded on Friday, +which was a half-holiday, on account of the +snow making travelling unpleasant for those +scholars who lived at a distance. Harry's father +gave his consent to the plan, and loaned his sled. +Three negro men agreed to help for one-fourth +of the profits. Tom Selden went into the affair, +heart and hand, agreeing to take his share out +in fun. What money was made, after paying +expenses, was to go into the Aunt Matilda Fund, +which was tolerably low about that time.</p> + +<p>Kate gave her earnest sanction to the +scheme, which was quite disinterested on her +part, for, being a girl, she could not very well go +on a wood-hauling expedition, and she could expect +to do little else but stay at home and calculate +the probable profits of the trips.</p> + +<p>The only difficulty was to procure a team; +and nothing less than a four-horse team would +satisfy the boys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Loudon lent one horse, old Selim, a big +brown fellow, who was very good at pulling +when he felt in the humor. Tom could bring +no horse; for his father did not care to lend his +horses for such a purpose. He was afraid they +might get their legs broken; and, strange as it +seemed to the boys, most of the neighbors appeared +to have similar notions. Horses were +very hard to borrow that Friday afternoon. +But a negro man, named Isaac Waddell, agreed +to hire them his horse Hector, for fifty cents for +the day; and the storekeeper, after much persuasion, +lent a big gray mule, Grits by name. +There was another mule in the village, which +the boys could have if they wanted her; but +they did not want her—that is, if they could get +anything else with four legs that would do to go +in their team. This was Polly, a little mule, +belonging to Mrs. Dabney, who kept the post-office. +Polly was not only very little in size, but +she was also very little given to going. She did +not particularly object to a walk, if it were not +too long, and would pull a buggy or carry a man +with great complacency, but she seldom indulged +in trotting. It was of no use to whip<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +her. Her skin was so thick, or so destitute of +feeling, that she did not seem to take any notice +of a good hard crack. Polly was not a favorite, +but she doubtless had her merits, although no +one knew exactly what they were. Perhaps the +best thing that could be said about her was, that +she did not take up much room.</p> + +<p>But, on Saturday, it was evident that Polly +would have to be taken, for no animal could be +obtained in her place.</p> + +<p>So, soon after breakfast, the team was collected +in Mr. Loudon's back-yard, and harnessed +to the sled. Besides the three negroes who had +been hired, there were seven volunteers—some +big and some little—who were very willing to +work for nothing, if they might have a ride on +the sled. The harness was not the best in the +world; some of it was leather, and some was +rope and some was chain. It was gathered together +from various quarters, like the team—nobody +seemed anxious to lend good harness.</p> + +<p>Grits and thin Hector were the leaders, and +Polly and old Selim were the pole-horses, so to +speak.</p> + +<p>When all the straps were buckled, and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +chains hooked, and the knots tied (and this took +a good while as there were only twelve men and +boys to do it), Dick Ford jumped on old Selim, +little Johnny Sand, as black as ink, was hoisted +on Grits, and Gregory Montague, a tall yellow +boy, with high boots and no toes to them, bestrode +thin Hector. Harry, Tom, and nine +negroes (two more had just come into the yard) +jumped on the sled. Dick Ford cracked his +whip; Kate stood on the back-door step and +clapped her hands; all the darkies shouted; Tom +and Harry hurrahed; and away they did not go.</p> + +<p>Polly was not ready.</p> + +<p>And what was more, old brown Selim was +perfectly willing to wait for her. He looked +around mildly at the little mule, as if he would +say: "Now, don't be in a hurry, my good Polly. +Be sure you're right before you go ahead."</p> + +<p>Polly was quite sure she was not right, and +stood as stiffly as if she had been frozen to the +ground, and all the cracking of whips and shouting +of "Git up!" "Go 'long!" "What do you +mean, dar? you Polly!" made no impression +on her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then Harry made his voice heard above the +hubbub.</p> + +<p>"Never mind Polly!" he shouted. "Let +her alone. Dick, and you other fellows, just +start off your own horses. Now, then! Get up, +all of you!"</p> + +<p>At this, every rider whipped up his horse +or his mule, and spurred him with his heels, and +every darkey shouted, "Hi, dar!" and off they +went, rattledy-bang!</p> + +<p>Polly went, too. There was never such an +astonished little mule in this world! Out of the +gate they all whirled at full gallop, and up the +road, tearing along. Negroes shouting, chains +rattling, snow flying back from sixteen pounding +hoofs, sled cutting through the snow like a ship +at sea, and a little darkey shooting out behind +at every bounce over a rough place!</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" cried Harry, holding tight to an +upright pole. "Isn't this splendid!"</p> + +<p>"Splendid! It's glorious!" shouted Tom. +"It's better than being a pi—" And down he +went on his knees, as the big sled banged over a +stone in the road, and Josephine's Bobby was +bounced out into a snow-drift under a fence.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p>Whether Tom intended to say a pirate or a +pyrotechnic, was never discovered; but, in six +minutes, there was only one of the small darkies +left on the sled. The men, and this one, John +William Webster, hung on to the poles as if they +were glued there.</p> + +<p>As for Polly, she was carried along faster +than she ever went before in her life. She +jumped, she skipped, she galloped, she slid, she +skated; sometimes sitting down, and sometimes +on her feet, but flying along, all the same, no +matter how she chose to go.</p> + +<p>And so, rattling, shouting, banging, bouncing; +snow flying and whips cracking, on they +sped, until John William Webster's pole came +out, and clip! he went heels over head into the +snow.</p> + +<p>But John William had a soul above tumbles. +In an instant he jerked himself up to his feet, +dropped the pole, and dashed after the sled.</p> + +<p>Swiftly onward went the sled and right behind +came John William, his legs working like +steamboat wheels, his white teeth shining, and +his big eyes sparkling!</p> + +<p>There was no stopping the sled; but there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +was no stopping John William, either, and in less +than two minutes he reached the sled, grabbed a +man by the leg, and tugged and pulled until he +seated himself on the end board.</p> + +<p>"I tole yer so!" said he, when he got his +breath. And yet he hadn't told anybody anything.</p> + +<p>And now the woods were reached, and after +a deal of pulling and shouting, the team was +brought to a halt, and then slowly led through +a short road to where the wood was piled.</p> + +<p>The big mule and the horses steamed and +puffed a little, but Polly stood as calm as a +rocking-horse.</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding the rapidity of the drive, it +was late when the party reached the woods. +The gathering together and harnessing of the +team had taken much longer than they expected; +and so the boys set to work with a will to load +the sled; for they wanted to make two trips +that morning. But although they all, black and +white, worked hard, it was slow business. Some +of the wood was cut and split properly, and +some was not, and then the sled had to be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +turned around, and there was but little room to +do it in, and so a good deal of time was lost.</p> + +<p>But at last the sled was loaded up, and they +were nearly ready to start, when John William +Webster, who had run out to the main road, set +up a shout:</p> + +<p>"Oh! Mah'sr Harry! Mah'sr Tom!"</p> + +<p>Harry and Tom ran out to the road, and +stood there petrified with astonishment.</p> + +<p>Where was the snow?</p> + +<p>It was all gone, excepting a little here and +there in the shade of the fence corners. The +day had turned out to be quite mild, and the +sun, which was now nearly at its noon height, +had melted it all away.</p> + +<p>Here was a most unlooked-for state of +affairs! What was to be done? The boys ran +back to the sled, and the colored men ran out +to the road, and everybody talked and nobody +seemed to say anything of use.</p> + +<p>At last Dick Ford spoke up:</p> + +<p>"I tell ye what, Mah'sr Harry! I say, just +let's go 'long," said he.</p> + +<p>"But how are you going to do it?" said +Harry. "There's no snow."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I know that; but de mud's jist as slippery as +grease. That thar team kin pull it, easy 'nuff!"</p> + +<p>Harry and Tom consulted together, and +agreed to drive out to the road and try what +could be done, and then, if the loaded sled was +too much for the team, they would throw off the +wood and go home with the empty sled.</p> + +<p>There was snow enough until they reached +the road—for very little had melted in the +woods—and when they got fairly out on the +main road the team did not seem to mind the +change from snow to thin mud.</p> + +<p>The load was not a very heavy one, and +there were two horses and two mules—a pretty +strong team.</p> + +<p>Polly did very well. She was now harnessed +with Grits in the lead; and she pulled along +bravely. But it was slow work, compared to +the lively ride over the snow. The boys and +the men trudged through the mud, by the side +of the sled, and, looking at it in the best possible +light, it was a very dull way to haul wood. +The boys agreed that after this trip they would +be very careful not to go on another mud-sledding +expedition.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<p>But soon they came to a long hill, and, +going down this, the team began to trot, and +Harry and Tom and one or two of the men +jumped on the edges of the sled, outside of the +load, holding on to the poles. Then Grits, the +big mule, began to run, and Gregory couldn't +hold him in, and old Selim and thin Hector and +little Polly all struck out on a gallop, and away +they went, bumping and thumping down the hill.</p> + +<p>And then stick after stick, two sticks, six +sticks, a dozen sticks at a time, slipped out +behind.</p> + +<p>It was of no use to catch at them to hold +them on. They were not fastened down in any +way, and Harry and Tom and the men on the +sled had as much as they could do to hold +themselves on.</p> + +<p>When they reached the bottom of the hill +the pulling became harder; but Grits had no +idea of stopping for that. He was bound for +home. And so he plunged on at the top of his +speed. But the rest of the team did not fancy +going so fast on level ground, and they slackened +their pace.</p> + +<p>This did not suit Grits. He gave one tremendous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +bound, burst loose from his harness +and dashed ahead. Up went his hind legs in +the air; off shot Gregory Montague into the +mud, and then away went Grits, clipperty-clap! +home to his stable.</p> + +<p>When Harry and Tom, the two horses, the +little mule, the eight colored men, the sled, +John William Webster and eleven logs of wood +reached the village it was considerably after +dinner-time.</p> + +<p>When the horse-hire was paid, and something +was expended for mending borrowed harness, +and the negroes had received a little present +for their labor, the Aunt Matilda Fund was +diminished by the sum of three dollars and +eighty cents.</p> + +<p>Mr. Truly Matthews agreed to say nothing +about the loss of his wood that was scattered +along the road.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r4351" id="r4351"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Business in Earnest.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>Although Harry did not find his wood-hauling +speculation very profitable, it was +really of advantage to him, for it gave him an +idea.</p> + +<p>And his idea was a very good one. He saw +clearly enough that money could be made by +hauling wood, and he was also quite certain +that it would never do for him to take his time, +especially during school term, for that purpose. +So, after consultation with his father, and after +a great deal of figuring by Kate, he determined +to go into the business in a regular way.</p> + +<p>About five miles from the village was a railroad +station, and it was also a wood station. +Here the railroad company paid two dollars a +cord for wood delivered on their grounds.</p> + +<p>Two miles from the station, on the other side +of Crooked Creek, Harry's father owned a large<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +tract of forest land, and here Harry received +permission to cut and take away all the wood +that he wanted. Mr. Loudon was perfectly willing, +in this way, to help his children in their +good work.</p> + +<p>So Harry made arrangements with Dick +Ford and John Walker, who were not regularly +hired to any one that winter, to cut and haul his +wood for him, on shares. John Walker had a +wagon, which was merely a set of wheels, with a +board floor laid on the axletrees, and the use of +this he contributed in consideration of a little +larger share in the profits. Harry hired Grits +and another mule at a low rate, as there was not +much for mules to do at that time of the year.</p> + +<p>The men were to cut up and deliver the +wood and get receipts for it from the station-master; +and it was to be Harry's business to +collect the money at stated times, and divide +the proceeds according to the rate agreed upon. +Harry and his father made the necessary arrangements +with the station-master, and thus +all the preliminaries were settled quite satisfactorily.</p> + +<p>In a few days the negroes were at work, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +as they both lived but a short distance from the +creek, on the village side, it was quite convenient +for them. John Walker had a stable in +which to keep the mules, and the cost of their +feed was also to be added to his share of the +profits.</p> + +<p>In a short time Harry had quite a number +of applications from negroes who wished to cut +wood for him, but he declined to hire any additional +force until he saw how his speculation +would turn out.</p> + +<p>Old Uncle Braddock pleaded hard to be +employed. He could not cut wood, nor could +he drive a team, but he was sure he would be of +great use as overseer.</p> + +<p>"You see, Mah'sr Harry," he said, "I lib +right on de outside edge ob you' pa's woods, +and I kin go ober dar jist as easy as nuffin, early +every mornin', and see dat dem boys does dere +work, and don't chop down de wrong trees. +Mind now, I tell ye, you all will make a pile o' +money ef ye jist hire me to obersee dem boys."</p> + +<p>For some time Harry resisted his entreaties, +but at last, principally on account of Kate's argument +that the old man ought to be encouraged<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +in making something toward his living, if he were +able and willing to do so, Harry hired him on +his own terms, which were ten cents a day.</p> + +<p>About four o'clock every afternoon during +his engagement, Uncle Braddock made his appearance +in the village, to demand his ten cents. +When Harry remonstrated with him on his quitting +work so early, he said:</p> + +<p>"Why, you see, Mah'sr Harry, it's a long +way from dem woods here, and I got to go all +de way back home agin; and it gits dark mighty +early dese short days."</p> + +<p>In about a week the old man came to Hurry +and declared that he must throw up his engagement.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" asked Harry.</p> + +<p>"I'm gwine to gib up dat job, Mah'sr Harry."</p> + +<p>"But why? You wanted it bad enough," +said Harry.</p> + +<p>"But I'm gwine to gib it up now," said the +old man.</p> + +<p>"Well, I want you to tell me your reasons +for giving it up," persisted Harry.</p> + +<p>Uncle Braddock stood silent for a few minutes, +and then he said:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, Mah'sr Harry, dis is jist de truf; dem +ar boys, dey ses to me dat ef I come foolin' +around dere any more, dey'd jist chop me up, +ole wrapper an' all, and haul me off fur kindlin' +wood. Dey say I was dry enough. An' dey +needn't a made sich a fuss about it, fur I didn't +trouble 'em much; hardly eber went nigh 'em. +Ten cents' worf o' oberseein' aint a-gwine to +hurt nobody."</p> + +<p>"Well, Uncle Braddock," said Harry, laughing, +"I think you're wise to give it up."</p> + +<p>"Dat's so," said the old negro, and away he +trudged to Aunt Matilda's cabin, where, no +doubt, he ate a very good ten cents' worth of +corn-meal and bacon.</p> + +<p>This wood enterprise of Harry's worked +pretty well on the whole. Sometimes the men +cut and hauled quite steadily, and sometimes +they did not. Once every two weeks Harry rode +over to the station, and collected what was due +him; and his share of the profits kept Aunt +Matilda quite comfortably.</p> + +<p>But, although Kate was debarred from any +share in this business, she worked every day at +her tidies for the store, and knit stockings, besides,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +for some of the neighbors, who furnished +the yarn and paid her a fair price. There were +people who thought Mrs. Loudon did wrong in +allowing her daughter to work for money in this +way, but Kate's mother said that the end justified +the work, and that so long as Kate persevered +in her self-appointed tasks, she should not +interfere.</p> + +<p>As for Kate, she said she should work on, no +matter how much money Harry made. There +was no knowing what might happen.</p> + +<p>But the most important of Kate's duties was +the personal attention she paid to Aunt Matilda. +She went over to the old woman's cabin every +day or two, and saw that she was kept warm and +had what she needed.</p> + +<p>And these visits had a good influence on the +old woman, for her cabin soon began to look +much neater, now that a nice little girl came to +see her so often.</p> + +<p>When the spring came on, Aunt Matilda +actually took it into her head to whitewash her +cabin, a thing she had not done for years. She +and Uncle Braddock worked at it by turns. +The old woman was too stiff and rheumatic to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +keep at such work long at a time; but she was +very proud of her whitewashing; and when she +was tired of working at the inside of her +cabin, she used to go out and whitewash the +trunks of the trees around the house. She had +seen trees thus ornamented, and she thought +they were perfectly beautiful.</p> + +<p>Kate was violently opposed to anything of +this kind, and, at last, told Aunt Matilda that if +she persisted in surrounding her house with +what looked like a forest of tombstones, she, +Kate, would have to stop coming there.</p> + +<p>So Aunt Matilda, in a manner, desisted.</p> + +<p>But one day she noticed a little birch-tree, +some distance from the house, and the inclination +to whitewash that little birch was too +strong to be resisted.</p> + +<p>"He's so near white, anyway," she said to +herself, "dat it's a pity not to finish him."</p> + +<p>So off she hobbled with a tin cup full of +whitewash and a small brush to adorn the little +birch-tree, leaving her cabin in the charge of +Holly Thomas.</p> + +<p>Holly, whose whole name was Hollywood +Cemetery Thomas, was a little black girl, between<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +two and five years old. Sometimes she +seemed nearly five, and sometimes not more than +two. Her parents intended christening her +Minerva, but hearing the name of the well-known +Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond, they +thought it so pretty that they gave it to their +little daughter, without the slightest idea, however, +that it was the name of a grave-yard.</p> + +<p>Holly had come over to pay a morning visit +to Aunt Matilda, and she had brought her only +child, a wooden doll, which she was trying to +teach to walk, by dragging it head foremost by +a long string tied around its neck.</p> + +<p>"Now den, you Holly, you stay h'yar and +mind de house while I's gone," said Aunt Matilda, +as she departed.</p> + +<p>"All yite," said the little darkey, and she sat +down on the floor to prepare her child for a coat +of whitewash; but she had not yet succeeded in +convincing the doll of the importance of the +operation when her attention was aroused by a +dog just outside of the door.</p> + +<p>It was Kate's little woolly white dog, Blinks, +who often used to come to the cabin with her, +and who sometimes, when he got a chance to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +run away, used to come alone, as he did this +morning.</p> + +<p>"Go 'way dar, litty dog," said Miss Holly, +"yer can't come in; dere's nobody home. Yun +'long, now, d'yer y'ear!"</p> + +<p>But Blinks either did not hear or did not care, +for he stuck his head in at the door.</p> + +<p>"Go 'way, dere!" shouted Holly. "Aunt +Tillum ain't home. Go 'way now, and tum bat +in half an hour. Aunt Tillum'll be bat den. +Don't yer hear now, go <i>'way</i>!"</p> + +<p>But, instead of going away, Blinks trotted in, +as bold as a four-pound lion.</p> + +<p>"Go 'way, go 'way!" screamed Holly, squeezing +herself up against the wall in her terror, and +then Blinks barked at her. He had never seen a +little black girl behave so, in the whole course of +his life, and it was quite right in him to bark and +let her know what he thought of her conduct. +Then Holly, in her fright, dropped her doll, and +when Blinks approached to examine it, she +screamed louder and louder, and Blinks barked +more and more, and there was quite a hubbub. +In the midst of it a man put his head in at the +door of the cabin.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<p>He was a tall man, with red hair, and a red +freckled face, and a red bristling moustache, and +big red hands.</p> + +<p>"What's all this noise about?" said he; and +when he saw what it was, he came in.</p> + +<p>"Get out of this, you little beast!" said he +to Blinks, and putting the toe of his boot under +the little dog, he kicked him clear out of the +door of the cabin. Then turning to Holly, he +looked at her pretty much as if he intended to +kick her out too. But he didn't. He put out +one of his big red hands and said to her:</p> + +<p>"Shake hands."</p> + +<p>Holly obeyed without a word, and then +snatching her wooden child from the floor, she +darted out of the door and reached the village +almost as soon as poor Blinks.</p> + +<p>In a minute or two Aunt Matilda made her +appearance at the door. She had heard the +barking and the screaming, and had come to see +what was the matter.</p> + +<p>When she saw the man, she exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Why, Mah'sr George! Is dat you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's me," said the man. "Shake +hands, Aunt Matilda."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I thought you was down in Mississippi; +Mah'sr George," said the old woman; "and I +thought you was gwine to stay dar."</p> + +<p>"Couldn't do it," said the man. "It didn't +suit me, down there. Five years of it was +enough for me."</p> + +<p>"Enough fur dem, too, p'r'aps!" said Aunt +Matilda, with a grim chuckle.</p> + +<p>The man took no notice of her remark, but +said:</p> + +<p>"I didn't intend to stop here, but I heard +such a barking and screaming in your cabin, that +I turned out of my way to see what the row +was about. I've just come up from the railroad. +Does old Michaels keep store here yet?"</p> + +<p>"No, he don't," said Aunt Matilda; "he's +dead. Mah'sr Darby keeps dar now."</p> + +<p>"Is that so?" cried the man. "Why, it +was on old Michaels's account that I was sneakin' +around the village. Why, I'm mighty glad +I stopped here. It makes things different if old +Michaels isn't about."</p> + +<p>"Well, ye might as well go 'long," said Aunt +Matilda, who seemed to be getting into a bad +humor. "There's others who knows jist as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +much about yer bad doin's as Mah'sr Michaels +did."</p> + +<p>"I suppose you mean that meddling humbug, +John Loudon," said the man.</p> + +<p>"Now, look h'yar, you George Mason?" +cried Aunt Matilda, making one long step toward +the whitewash bucket; "jist you git out +o' dat dar door!" and she seized the whitewash +brush and gave it a terrific swash in the +bucket.</p> + +<p>The man looked at her—he knew her of +old—and then he left the cabin almost as quickly +as Blinks and Holly went out of it.</p> + +<p>"Ef it hadn't been fur dat little dog," said +Aunt Matilda, grimly, "he'd a gone on. Them +little dogs is always a-doin' mischief."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r2909" id="r2909"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Meeting on the Road.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>Some weeks before the little affair between +Blinks and Holly, related in our last chapter, +Harry and Kate took a ride over to the railroad +station.</p> + +<p>During the winter Harry had frequently gone +over on horseback to attend to the payments +for his wood; and now that the roads were in fit +condition for carriage travel, he was glad to +have an opportunity to take the buggy and give +Kate a ride.</p> + +<p>For some days previously, Crooked Creek +had been "up;" that is, the spring rains had +caused it to overflow, and all travel across it had +been suspended. The bridges on such occasions—and +Crooked Creek had a bad habit of being +"up" several times in the course of a year—were +covered, and the lowlands were under +water for a considerable distance on each side<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +of the stream. There were so few boats on the +creek, and the current, in time of freshets, was +so strong, that ferriage was seldom thought of. +In consequence of this state of affairs Harry had +not heard from his wood-cutters for more than +a week, as they had not been able to cross the +creek to their homes. It was, therefore, as much +to see how they were getting along as to attend +to financial matters that he took this trip.</p> + +<p>It was a fine, bright day in very early spring, +and old Selim trotted on quite gayly. Before +very long they overtook Miles Jackson, jogging +along on a little bay horse.</p> + +<p>Miles was a black man, very sober and sedate +who for years had carried the mail twice a week +from a station farther up the railroad to the village. +But he was not a mail-carrier now. His +employer, a white man, who had the contract for +carrying the mails, had also gone into another +business which involved letter-carrying.</p> + +<p>A few miles back from the village of Akeville, +where the Loudons lived, was a mica mine, +which had recently been bought, and was now +worked by a company from the North. This +mica (the semi-transparent substance that is set<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +into stove doors) proved to be very plentiful +and valuable, and the company had a great deal +of business on their hands. It was frequently +necessary to send messages and letters to the +North, and these were always carried over to the +station on the other side of Crooked Creek, +where there was a daily mail and a telegraph +office. The contract to carry these letters and +messages to and from the mines had been given +to Miles's employer, and the steady negro man +had been taken off the mail-route to attend to +this new business.</p> + +<p>"Well, Miles," said Harry, as he overtook +him. "How do you like riding on this road?"</p> + +<p>"How d' y', Mah'sr Harry? How d' y', +Miss Kate?" said the colored man, touching his +hat and riding up on the side of the road to let +them pass. "I do' know how I likes it yit, +Mah'sr Harry. Don't seem 'xactly nat'ral after +ridin' de oder road so long!"</p> + +<p>"You have a pretty big letter-bag there," +said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Dat's so," said Miles; "but 'taint dis big +ebery day. Sence de creek's been up I haint<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +been able to git across, and dere's piles o' letters +to go ober to-day."</p> + +<p>"It must make it rather bad for the company +when the creek rises in this way," said +Harry.</p> + +<p>"Dat's so," answered Miles. "Dey gits in a +heap o' trubble when dey can't send dere letters +and git 'em. Though 'taint so many letters +dey sends as telegraphs."</p> + +<p>"It's a pity they couldn't have had their +mine on the other side," remarked Kate.</p> + +<p>"Dat's so, Miss Kate," said Miles, gravely. +"I reckon dey didn't know about de creek's +gittin' up so often, or dey'd dug dere mine on +de oder side."</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate laughed and drove on.</p> + +<p>They soon reached Mr. Loudon's woods, but +found no wood-cutters.</p> + +<p>When they arrived at the station they saw +Dick Ford and John Walker on the store-porch.</p> + +<p>Harry soon discovered that no wood had +been cut for several days, because the creek was +up.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What had that to do with it?" asked +Harry.</p> + +<p>"Why, you see, Mah'sr Harry," said John +Walker, "de creek was mighty high, and dere +was no knowin' how things ud turn out. So we +thought we'd jist wait and see."</p> + +<p>"So you've been here all the time?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; been h'yar all de time. Couldn't +go home, you know."</p> + +<p>Harry was very sorry to hear of this lost +time, for he knew that his wood-cutting would +come to an end as soon as the season was sufficiently +advanced to give the men an opportunity +of hiring themselves for farm-work; but it +was of no use to talk any more about it; and so, +after depositing Kate at the post-office, where +the post-mistress, who knew her well, gave her +a nice little "snack" of buttermilk, cold fried +chicken, and "light-bread," he went to the station +and transacted his business. He had not +been there for some weeks, and he found quite +a satisfactory sum of money due him, in spite +of the holiday his men had taken. He then +arranged with Dick and John to work on for a +week or two longer—if "nothing happened;"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +and after attending to some commissions for the +family, he and Kate set out for home.</p> + +<p>But nothing they had done that day was of +so much importance as their meeting with Miles +tuned out to be.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r7533" id="r7533"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Rob.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>Blinks was not the only dog on the Loudon +place. There was another one, a +much larger fellow, named Rob.</p> + +<p>Rob was a big puppy, in the first place, and +then he grew up to be a tall, long-legged dog, +who was not only very fond of Harry and Kate, +but of almost everybody else. In time he filled +out and became rather more shapely, but he +was always an ungainly dog—"too big for his +size," as Harry put it.</p> + +<p>It was supposed that Rob was partly bloodhound, +but how much of him was bloodhound it +would have been very difficult so say. Kate +thought it was only his ears. They resembled +the ears of a picture of a beautiful African bloodhound +that she had in a book. At all events Rob +showed no signs of any fighting ancestry. He +was as gentle as a calf. Even Blinks was a better<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +watch-dog. But then, Rob was only a year +old, and he might improve in time.</p> + +<p>But, in spite of his general inutility, Rob was +a capital companion on a country ramble.</p> + +<p>And so it happened, one bright day toward +the close of April, that he and Harry and Kate +went out together into the woods, beyond Aunt +Matilda's cabin. Kate's objects in taking the +walk were wild flowers and general spring investigations +into the condition of the woods; but +Harry had an eye to business, although to hear +him talk you would have supposed that he +thought as much about ferns and flowers as +Kate did.</p> + +<p>Harry had an idea that it might possibly be +a good thing to hire negroes that year to pick +sumac for him. He was not certain that he +could make it pay, but it was on his mind to +such a degree that he took a great interest in +the sumac-bushes, and hunted about the edges +of the woods, where the bushes were generally +found, to see what was the prospect for a large +crop of leaves that year.</p> + +<p>They were in the woods, about a mile from +Aunt Matilda's cabin, and not very far from a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +road, when they separated for a short time. +Harry went on ahead, continuing his investigations, +while Kate remained in a little open glade, +where she found some flowers that she determined +to dig up by the roots and transplant into +her garden at home.</p> + +<p>While she was at work she heard a heavy +step behind her, and looking up, she saw a tall +man standing by her. He had red hair, a red +face, a red bristling moustache, and big red +hands.</p> + +<p>"How d'ye do?" said the man.</p> + +<p>Kate stood up, with the plants, which she +had just succeeded in getting out of the ground, +in her apron.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, sir," said she.</p> + +<p>The man looked at her from head to foot, +and then he said, "Shake hands!" holding out +his big red hand.</p> + +<p>But Kate did not offer to take it.</p> + +<p>"Didn't you hear me?" said he. "I said, +'Shake hands.'"</p> + +<p>"I heard you," said Kate.</p> + +<p>"Well, why don't you do it, then?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p>Kate did not answer, and the man repeated +his question.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, if I must tell you," said she; +"in the first place, I don't know you; and, +then, I'd rather not shake hands with you, anyway, +because your hands are so dirty."</p> + +<p>This might not have been very polite in +Kate, but she was a straightforward girl, and the +man's hands were very dirty indeed, although +water was to be had in such abundance.</p> + +<p>"What's your name?" said the man, with +his face considerably redder than before.</p> + +<p>"Kate Loudon," said the girl.</p> + +<p>"Oh, ho! Loudon, is it? Well, Kate Loudon, +if my hand's too dirty to shake, you'll find +it isn't too dirty to box your ears."</p> + +<p>Kate turned pale and shrank back against a +tree. She gave a hurried glance into the woods, +and then she called out, as loudly as she could: +"<i>Harry</i>!"</p> + +<p>The man, who had made a step toward her, +now stopped and looked around, as if he would +like to know who Harry was, before going any +further.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p>Just then, Harry, who had heard Kate's call, +came running up.</p> + +<p>When the man saw him he seemed relieved, +and a curious smile stretched itself beneath his +bristling red moustache.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" cried Harry.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Harry!" Kate exclaimed, as she ran +to him.</p> + +<p>"Matter?" said the man. "The matter's +this: I'm going to box her ears."</p> + +<p>"Whose ears?"</p> + +<p>"That girl's," replied the red-faced man, +moving toward Kate.</p> + +<p>"My sister! Not much!"</p> + +<p>And Harry stepped between Kate and the +man.</p> + +<p>The man stood and looked at him, and he +looked very angrily, too.</p> + +<p>But Harry stood bravely before his sister. +His face was flushed and his breath came quickly, +though he was not frightened, not a whit!</p> + +<p>And yet there was absolutely nothing that +he could do. He had not his gun with him; +he had not even a stick in his hand, and a stick +would have been of little use against such a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +strong man as that, who could have taken Harry +in his big red hands and have thrown him over +the highest fence in the county.</p> + +<p>But for all that, the boy stood boldly up +before his sister.</p> + +<p>The man looked at him without a word, and +then he stepped aside toward a small dogwood-bush.</p> + +<p>For an instant, Harry thought that they +might run away; but it was only for an instant. +That long-legged man could catch them before +they had gone a dozen yards—at least he +could catch Kate.</p> + +<p>The man took out a knife and cut a long and +tolerably thick switch from the bush. Then he +cut off the smaller end and began to trim away +the twigs and leaves.</p> + +<p>While doing this he looked at Harry, and +said:</p> + +<p>"I think I'll take you first."</p> + +<p>Kate's heart almost stopped beating when +she heard this, and Harry turned pale; but still +the brave boy stood before his sister as stoutly +as ever.</p> + +<p>Kate tried to call for help, but she had no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +voice. What could <i>she</i> do? A boxing on the +ears was nothing, she now thought; she wished +she had not called out, for it was evident that +Harry was going to get a terrible whipping.</p> + +<p>She could not bear it! Her dear brother!</p> + +<p>She trembled so much that she could not +stand, and she sank down on her knees. Rob, +the dog, who had been lying near by, snapping +at flies, all this time, now came up to comfort +her.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Rob!" she whispered, "I wish you +were a cross dog."</p> + +<p>And Rob wagged his tail and lay down by her.</p> + +<p>"I wonder," she thought to herself, "oh! I +wonder if any one could make him bite."</p> + +<p>"Rob!" she whispered in the dog's ear, +keeping her eyes fixed on the man, who had +now nearly finished trimming his stick. "Rob! +hiss-s-s-s!" and she patted his back.</p> + +<p>Rob seemed to listen very attentively.</p> + +<p>"Hiss-s-s!" she whispered again, her heart +beating quick and hard.</p> + +<p>Rob now raised his head, his big body began +to quiver, and the hair on his back gradually +rose on end.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hiss! Rob! Rob!" whispered Kate.</p> + +<p>The man had shut up his knife, and was putting +it in his pocket. He took the stick in his +right hand.</p> + +<p>All now depended on Rob.</p> + +<p>"Oh! will he?" thought Kate, and then she +sprang to her feet and clapped her hands.</p> + +<p>"Catch him, Rob!" she screamed. "Catch +him!"</p> + +<p>With a rush, Rob hurled himself full at the +breast of the man, and the tall fellow went over +backward, just like a ten-pin.</p> + +<p>Then he was up and out into the road, Rob +after him!</p> + +<p>You ought to have seen the gravel fly!</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate ran out into the road and +cheered and shouted. Away went the man, +and away went the dog.</p> + +<p>Up the road, into the brush, out again, and +then into a field, down a hill, nip and tuck! At +Tom Riley's fence, Rob got him by the leg, but +the trowsers were old and the piece came out: +and then the man dashed into Riley's old tobacco +barn, and slammed the door almost on the +dog's nose.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + +<p>Rob ran around the house to see if there +was an open window, and finding none, he went +back to the door and lay down to wait.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate ran home as fast as they +could, and after a while Rob came too. He had +waited a reasonable time at the door of the barn, +but the man had not come out.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r1803" id="r1803"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Tony on the War-path.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>"She did it all," said Harry, when they had +told the tale to half the village, on the +store-porch.</p> + +<p>"I!" exclaimed Kate. "Rob, you mean."</p> + +<p>"That's a good dog," said Mr. Darby, the +storekeeper; "what'll you take for him?"</p> + +<p>"Not for sale," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Rob's all very well," remarked Tony Kirk; +"but it won't do to have a feller like that in the +woods, a fright'nin' the children. I'd like to +know who he is."</p> + +<p>Just at this moment Uncle Braddock made +his appearance, hurrying along much faster than +he usually walked, with his eyes and teeth glistening +in the sunshine.</p> + +<p>"I seed him!" he cried, as soon as he came +up.</p> + +<p>"Who'd you see?" cried several persons.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh! I seed de dog after him, and I come +along as fas' as I could, but couldn't come very +fas'. De ole wrapper cotch de wind."</p> + +<p>"Who was it?" asked Tony.</p> + +<p>"I seed him a-runnin'. Bress my soul! de +dog like to got him!"</p> + +<p>"But who was he, Uncle Braddock?" said +Mr. Loudon, who had just reached the store +from his house, where Kate, who had run home, +had told the story. "Do you know him?"</p> + +<p>"Know him? Reckon I does?" said Uncle +Braddock, "an' de dog ud a knowed him too, ef +he'd a cotched him! Dat's so, Mah'sr John."</p> + +<p>"Well, tell us his name, if you know him," +said Mr. Darby.</p> + +<p>"Ob course, I knows him," said Uncle Braddock. +"I'se done knowed him fur twenty or +fifty years. He's George Mason."</p> + +<p>The announcement of this name caused quite +a sensation in the party.</p> + +<p>"I thought he was down in Mississippi," +said one man.</p> + +<p>"So he was; I reckons," said Uncle Braddock, +"but he's done come back now. I'se seed +him afore to-day, and Aunt Matilda's seed him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +too. Yah, ha! Dat dere dog come mighty nigh +cotchin' him!"</p> + +<p>George Mason had been quite a noted character +in that neighborhood five or six years +before. He belonged to a good family, but was +of a lawless disposition and was generally disliked +by the decent people of the county. +Just before he left for the extreme Southern +States, it was discovered that he had been concerned +in a series of horse-thefts, for which he +would have been arrested had he not taken his +departure from the State.</p> + +<p>Few people, excepting Mr. Loudon and one +or two others, knew the extent of his misdemeanors; +and out of regard to his family, these had +not been made public. But he had the reputation +of being a wild, disorderly man, and now +that it was known that he had contemplated +boxing Kate Loudon's ears and whipping Harry, +the indignation was very great.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate were favorites with everybody—white +and black.</p> + +<p>"I tell ye what I'm goin' to do," said Tony +Kirk; "I'm goin' after that feller."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> + +<p>At this, half a dozen men offered to go along +with Tony.</p> + +<p>"What will you do, if you find him?" asked +Mr. Loudon.</p> + +<p>"That depends on circumstances," replied +Tony.</p> + +<p>"I am willing to have you go," said Mr. +Loudon, who was a magistrate and a gentleman +of much influence in the village, "on condition +that if you find him you offer him no violence. +Tell him to leave the county, and say to him, +from me, that if he is found here again he shall +be arrested."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Tony; and he proceeded +to make up his party.</p> + +<p>There were plenty of volunteers; and for +a while it was thought that Uncle Braddock intended +to offer to go. But, if so, he must have +changed his mind, for he soon left the village +and went over to Aunt Matilda's and had +a good talk with her. The old woman was +furiously angry when she heard of the affair.</p> + +<p>"I wish I'd been a little quicker," she said, +"and dere wouldn't a been a red spot on +him."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + +<p>Uncle Braddock didn't know exactly what +she meant; but he wished so, too.</p> + +<p>Tony didn't want a large party. He chose +four men who could be depended upon, and they +started out that evening.</p> + +<p>It was evident that Mason knew how to keep +himself out of sight, for he had been in the +vicinity a week or more—as Tony discovered, +after a visit to Aunt Matilda—and no white person +had seen him.</p> + +<p>But Tony thought he knew the country +quite as well as George Mason did, and he felt +sure he should find him.</p> + +<p>His party searched the vicinity quite thoroughly +that night, starting from Tom Riley's +tobacco barn; but they saw nothing of their +man; and in the morning they made the discovery +that Mason had borrowed one of Riley's +horses, without the knowledge of its owner, and +had gone off, north of the mica mine. Some +negroes had seen him riding away.</p> + +<p>So Tony and his men took horses and rode +away after him. Each of them carried his gun, +for they did not know in what company they +might find Mason. A man who steals horses is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +generally considered, especially in the country, +to be wicked enough to do anything.</p> + +<p>At a little place called Jordan's cross-roads, +they were sure they had come upon him. Tom +Riley's horse was found at the blacksmith's shop +at the cross-roads, and the blacksmith said that +he had been left there to have a shoe put on, +and that the man who had ridden him had gone +on over the fields toward a house on the edge +of the woods, about a mile away.</p> + +<p>So Tony and his men rode up to within +a half-mile of the house, and then they dismounted, +tied their horses, and proceeded on +foot. They kept, as far as possible, under +cover of the tall weeds and bushes, and hurried +along silently and in single file, Tony in the lead. +Thus they soon reached the house, when they +quietly surrounded it.</p> + +<p>But George Mason played them a pretty +trick.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r7043" id="r7043"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Cousin Maria.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>After posting one of his men on each side +of the house, which stood on the edge of a +field, without any fence around it, Tony Kirk +stepped up to the front door and knocked. The +door was quickly opened by a woman.</p> + +<p>"Why, Cousin Maria," said Tony, "is this +you?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly it's me, Anthony," said the +woman; "who else should it be?"</p> + +<p>Cousin Maria was a tall woman, dressed in +black. She had gray hair and wore spectacles. +She seemed very glad to see Tony, and shook +hands with him warmly.</p> + +<p>"I didn't know you lived here," said Tony.</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't live here, exactly," said +Cousin Maria; "but come in and sit awhile. +You've been a-huntin', have you?"</p> + +<p>"Well, yes," said Tony, "I am a-huntin'."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> + +<p>Without mentioning that he had some friends +outside, Tony went in and sat down to talk with +Cousin Maria. The man in front of the house +had stepped to one side when the door opened, +and the others were out of sight, of course.</p> + +<p>Tony entered a small sitting-room, into which +the front door opened, and took a seat by Cousin +Maria.</p> + +<p>"You see," said she, "old Billy Simpson let +this house fur a hundred dollars—there's eighty +acres with it—to Sarah Ann Hemphill and her +husband; and he's gone to Richmond to git +stock for a wheelwright's shop. That's his trade, +you know; and they're goin' to have the shop +over there in the wagon-house, that can be fixed +up easy enough ef Sam Hemphill chooses to +work at it, which I don't believe he will; but he +<i>can</i> work, ef he will, and this is just the place for +a wheelwright's shop, ef the right man goes into +the business; and they sold their two cows—keeping +only the red-and-white heifer. I guess +you remember that heifer; they got her of old +Joe Sanders, on the Creek. And they sold one +of their horses—the sorrel—and a mule; they +hadn't no use fur 'em here, fur the land's not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +worth much, and hasn't seen no guano nor +nothin' fur three or four years; and the money +they got was enough to start a mighty good +cooper-shop, ef Sam don't spend it all, or most +of it, in Richmond, which I think he will; and +of course, he being away, Sarah Ann wanted to +go to her mother's, and she got herself ready +and took them four children—and I pity the +old lady, fur Sam's children never had no bringin' +up. I disremember how old Tommy is, but it +isn't over eight, and just as noisy as ef he wasn't +the oldest. And so I come here to take care +of the place; but I can't stay no longer than +Tuesday fortnight, as I told Sarah Ann, fur I've +got to go to Betsey Cropper's then to help her +with her spinnin'; and there's my own things—seven +pounds of wool to spin fur Truly Mattherses +people, besides two bushel baskets, easy, +of carpet-rags to sew, and I want 'em done by +the time Miss Jane gits her loom empty, or I'll +git no weavin' done this year, and what do you +think? I've had another visitor to-day, and +your comin' right afterwards kind o' struck me +as mighty queer, both bein' Akeville people, so +to speak tho' it's been a long day since he's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +been there, and you'll never guess who it was, +fur it was George Mason."</p> + +<p>And she stopped and wiped her face with +her calico apron.</p> + +<p>"So George Mason was here, was he?" said +Tony. "Where is he now?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! he's gone," replied Cousin Maria. +"It wasn't more 'n ten or fifteen minutes before +you came in, and he was a-sittin' here talking +about ole times—he's rougher than he was, +guess he didn't learn no good down there in +Mississippi—when all ov a sudden he got up an' +took his hat and walked off. Well, that was jist +like George Mason. He never had much manners, +and would always just as soon go off without +biddin' a body good-by as not."</p> + +<p>"You didn't notice which way he went, did +you?" asked Tony.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did," said Cousin Maria; "he went +out o' the back door, and along the edge of the +woods, and he was soon out of sight, fur George +has got long legs, as you well know; and the +last I saw of him was just out there by that +fence. And if there isn't Jim Anderson! Come +in, Jim; what are you doin' standin' out there?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> + +<p>So she went to the window to call Jim Anderson, +and Tony stepped to the door and +whistled for the other men, so that when Cousin +Maria came to the door she saw not only Jim +Anderson, but Thomas Campbell and Captain +Bob Winters and Doctor Price's son Brinsley.</p> + +<p>"Well, upon my word an' honor!" said +Cousin Maria, lifting up both her hands.</p> + +<p>"Come along, boys," said Tony, starting off +toward the woods. "We've got no time to +lose. Good-by, Cousin Maria."</p> + +<p>"Good-by, Cousin Maria," said each of the +other men, as the party hurried away.</p> + +<p>Cousin Maria did not answer a word. She +sat right down on the door-step and took off her +spectacles. She rubbed them with her apron, +and then put them on again. But there was no +mistake. There were the men. If she had seen +four ghosts she could not have been more astonished.</p> + +<p>Tony did not for a moment doubt Cousin +Maria's word when she told him that George +Mason had gone away. She never told a lie. +The only trouble with her was that she told too +much truth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<p>In about an hour and a half the five men returned +to the place where they had left their +horses. They had found no trace of George +Mason.</p> + +<p>When they reached the clump of trees, there +were no horses there!</p> + +<p>They looked at each other with blank faces!</p> + +<p>"He's got our horses!" said Jim Anderson, +when his consternation allowed him to speak.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tony, "and sarved us right. +We oughter left one man here to take care uv +'em, knowin' George Mason as we do.'</p> + +<p>"I had an idea," said Dr. Price's son Brinsley, +"that we should have done something of +that kind."</p> + +<p>"Idees ain't no good," said Tony with a +grunt, as he marched off toward the blacksmith's +shop at Jordan's cross-roads.</p> + +<p>The blacksmith had seen nothing of Mason +or the horses, but Tom Riley's horse was still +there; and as the members of the party were all +well known to the blacksmith, he allowed them +to take the animal to its owner. So the five +men rode the one horse back to Akeville; not +all riding at once, but one at a time.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5969" id="r5969"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Harry's Grand Scheme.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>This wholesale appropriation of horses +caused, of course, a great commotion in +the vicinity of Akeville, and half the male population +turned out the next day in search of George +Mason and the five horses.</p> + +<p>Even Harry was infected with the general +excitement, and, mounted on old Selim, he rode +away after dinner (there was no school that +afternoon) to see if he could find any one who +had heard anything. There ought to be news, +for the men had been away all the morning.</p> + +<p>About two miles from the village, the road +on which Harry was riding forked, and not +knowing that the party which had started off in +that direction had taken the road which ran to +the northeast, as being the direction in which a +man would probably go, if he wanted to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +away safely with five stolen horses, Harry kept +straight on.</p> + +<p>The road was lonely and uninteresting. On +one side was a wood of "old-field pines"—pines +of recent growth and little value, that spring up +on the old abandoned tobacco fields—and on the +other a stretch of underbrush, with here and +there a tree of tolerable size, but from which +almost all the valuable timber had been cut.</p> + +<p>Selim was inclined to take things leisurely, +and Harry gradually allowed him to slacken his +pace into a walk, and even occasionally to stop +and lower his head to take a bite from some particularly +tempting bunch of grass by the side of +the road.</p> + +<p>The fact was, Harry was thinking. He had +entirely forgotten the five horses and everything +concerning them, and was deeply cogitating a +plan which, in an exceedingly crude shape, had +been in his mind ever since he had met old +Miles on the road to the railroad.</p> + +<p>What he wished to devise was some good +plan to prevent the interruption, so often caused +by the rising of Crooked Creek, of communication +between the mica mine, belonging to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +New York company, and the station at Hetertown.</p> + +<p>If he could do this, he thought he could make +some money by it; and it was, as we all know, +very necessary for him, or at least for Aunt Matilda, +that he should make money.</p> + +<p>It was of no use to think of a bridge. There +were bridges already, and when the creek was +"up" you could scarcely see them.</p> + +<p>A bridge that would be high enough and +long enough would be very costly, and it +would be an undertaking with which Harry +could not concern himself, no matter what it +might cost.</p> + +<p>A ferry was unadvisable, for the stream was +too rapid and dangerous in time of freshets.</p> + +<p>There was nothing that was really reliable +and worthy of being seriously thought of but a +telegraph line. This Harry believed to be +feasible.</p> + +<p>He did not think it would cost very much. +If this telegraph line only extended across the +creek, not more than half a mile of wire, at the +utmost, would be required.</p> + +<p>Nothing need be expended for poles, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +there were tall pine-trees on each side of the +creek that would support the wire; and there +were two cabins, conveniently situated, in which +the instruments could be placed.</p> + +<p>Harry had thoroughly considered all these +matters, having been down to the creek several +times on purpose to take observations.</p> + +<p>The procuring of the telegraphic instruments, +however, and the necessity of having an operator +on the other side, presented difficulties not easy +to surmount.</p> + +<p>But Harry did not despair.</p> + +<p>To be sure the machines would cost money, +and so would the wire, insulators, etc., but then +the mica company would surely be willing to +pay a good price to have their messages transmitted +at times when otherwise they would have +to send a man twenty miles to a telegraphic +station.</p> + +<p>So if the money could be raised it would +pay to do it—at least if the calculations, with +which Harry and Kate had been busy for days, +should prove to be correct.</p> + +<p>About the operator on the other side, Harry +scarcely knew what to think. If it were necessary<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +to hire any one, that would eat terribly into the +profits.</p> + +<p>Something economical must be devised for +this part of the plan.</p> + +<p>As to the operator on the Akeville side of +the creek, Harry intended to fill that position +himself. He had been interested in telegraphy +for a year or two. He understood the philosophy +of the system, and had had the opportunity +afforded him by the operator at Hetertown of +learning to send messages and to read telegraphic +hieroglyphics. He could not understand +what words had come over the wires, simply by +listening to the clicking of the instrument—an +accomplishment of all expert telegraphers—but +he thought he could do quite well enough if he +could read the marks on the paper slips, and +there was no knowing to what proficiency he +might arrive in time.</p> + +<p>Of course he had no money to buy telegraphic +apparatus, wire, etc., etc. But he +thought he could get it. "How does any one +build railroads or telegraphic lines?" he had +said to Kate. "Do they take the money out +of their own pockets?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<p>Kate had answered that she did not suppose +they did, unless the money was there; and +Harry had told her, very confidently, that the +money was never there. No man, or, at least, +very few men, could afford to construct a railroad +or telegraph line. The way these things +were done was by forming a company.</p> + +<p>And this was just what Harry proposed to do.</p> + +<p>It was, of course, quite difficult to determine +just how large a company this should be. If +it were composed of too many members, the +profits, which would be limited, owing to the +peculiar circumstances of the case, would not +amount to much for each stockholder. And +yet there must be members enough to furnish +money enough.</p> + +<p>And more than that, a contract must be +made with the mica-mine people, so that the +business should not be diverted from Harry's +company into any outside channels.</p> + +<p>All these things occupied Harry's mind, and +it is no wonder that he hardly looked up when +Selim stopped. The horse had been walking so +slowly that stopping did not seem to make much +difference.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + +<p>But when he heard a voice call out, "Oh, +Mah'sr Harry! I'se mighty glad to see yer!" +he looked up quickly enough.</p> + +<p>And there was old Uncle Braddock, on horseback!</p> + +<p>Harry could scarcely believe his eyes.</p> + +<p>And what was more astonishing, the old +negro had no less than four other horses with +him that he was leading, or rather trying to +lead, out of a road through the old-field pines +that here joined the main road.</p> + +<p>"Why, what's the meaning of this?" cried +Harry. "Where did you get those horses, Uncle +Braddock?"</p> + +<p>And then, without waiting for an answer, +Harry burst out laughing. Such a ridiculous +sight was enough to make anybody laugh.</p> + +<p>Uncle Braddock sat on the foremost horse, +his legs drawn up as if he were sitting on a chair, +and a low one at that, for he had been gradually +shortening the stirrups for the last hour, hoping +in that way to get a firmer seat. His long stick +was in one hand, his old hat was jammed down +tightly over his eyes, and his dressing-gown +floated in the wind like a rag-bag out for a holiday.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, I'se mighty glad to see yer, Mah'sr +Harry!" said he, pulling at his horse's bridle in +such a way as to make him nearly run into Selim +and Harry, who, however, managed to avoid him +and the rest of the cavalcade by moving off to +the other side of the road.</p> + +<p>"I was jist a-thinkin' uv gittin' off and lettin' +em go 'long they own se'ves. I never seed sich +hosses fur twistin' up and pullin' crooked. I +'spected to have my neck broke mor' 'n a dozen +times. I never was so disgruntled in all my +born days, Mah'sr Harry. Whoa dar, you yaller +hoss! Won't you take a-hole, Mah'sr Harry, +afore dey're de death uv me?"</p> + +<p>The old man had certainly got the horses +into a mixed-up condition. One of them was +beside the horse he rode, two were behind, and +one was wedged in partly in front of these in +such a way that he had to travel sidewise. The +bridle of one horse was tied to that of another, +so that Uncle Braddock led them all by the +bridle of the horse by his side. This was tied to +his long cane, which he grasped firmly in his left +hand.</p> + +<p>Harry jumped down from Selim, and, tying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +him to the fence, went over to the assistance of +Uncle Braddock. As he was quite familiar with +horses, Harry soon arranged matters on a more +satisfactory footing. He disentangled the animals, +two of which he proposed to take charge +of himself, and then, after making Uncle Braddock +lengthen his stirrups, and lead both his +horses on one side of him, he fastened the other +two horses side by side, mounted Selim, and +started back for Akeville, followed by Uncle +Braddock and his reduced cavalcade.</p> + +<p>The old negro was profuse in his thanks; +but in the middle of his protestations of satisfaction, +Harry suddenly interrupted him.</p> + +<p>"Why, look here, Uncle Braddock! Where +did you get these horses? These are the horses +George Mason stole."</p> + +<p>"To be sure they is," said Uncle Braddock. +"What would I be a-doin' wid 'em ef they +wasn't?"</p> + +<p>"But how did you get them? Tell me +about it," said Harry, checking the impatient +Selim, who, now that his head was turned +homeward, was anxious to go on with as much +expedition as possible under the circumstances.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, ye see, Mah'sr Harry," said the old +man, "I was up at Miss Maria's; she said she'd +gi' me some pieces of caliker to mend me wrapper. +I put 'em in me pocket, but I 'spects +they's blowed out; and when I was a-comin' +away fru de woods, right dar whar ole Elick +Potts used to hab his cabin—reckon you nebber +seed dat cabin; it was all tumbled down 'fore +you was born—right dar in de clarin' I seed five +horses, all tied to de trees. 'Lor's a massy!' I +said to mesef, 'is de war come agin?' Fur I +nebber seed so many hosses in de woods sence +de war. An' den while I was a-lookin' roun' +fur a tree big enough to git behind, wrapper an' +all, out comes Mah'sr George Mason from a +bush, an' he hollers, 'Hello, Uncle Braddock, +you come a-here.' An' then he says, 'You +ain't much, Uncle Braddock, but I guess you'll +do!' An' I says, 'Don't believe I'll do, Mah'sr +George, fur you know I can't march, an' I +nebber could shoot none, an' I got de rheumertiz +in both me legs and me back, and no jint-water +in me knees—you can't make no soldier +out er me, Mah'sr George.' And then he +laughed, an' says, 'You would make a pretty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +soldier, dat's true, Uncle Braddock. But I +don't want no soldiers; what I want you to do +is to take these horses home.' 'To where? +says I. 'To Akeville,' says Mah'sr George. +An' he didn't say much more, neither; for he +jist tied dem horses all together and led 'em +out into a little road dat goes fru de woods dar, +an' he put me on de head horse, an' he says, +'Now, go 'long, Uncle Braddock, an' ef anything +happens to dem hosses you'll have to go +to jail fur it. So, look out!' An' bress your +soul, Mah'sr Harry, I did have to look out, fur +sich a drefful time as I did have, 'specially wid +dat yaller hoss, I nebber did see."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r7767" id="r7767"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XV.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">The Council.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When Harry's mother heard that he had +gone off to try and meet the horse-hunters +she was quite anxious about him.</p> + +<p>But Mr. Loudon laughed at her fears.</p> + +<p>"If there had been the slightest danger," he +said, "of course I would not have allowed him +to go. But I was glad he wanted to go. A +youngster of his age ought to have a disposition +to see what is going on and to take part, too, for +that matter. I had much rather find it necessary +to restrain Harry than to push him. You +mustn't want to make a girl of him. You would +only spoil the boy, and make a very poor girl."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Loudon made no reply. She thought +her husband was a very wise man; but she took +up her key basket and went off to the pantry +with an air that indicated that she had ideas of +her own upon the subject in question.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> + +<p>Kate had no fears for Harry. She had unbounded +faith in his good sense and his bravery, +if he should happen to get into danger.</p> + +<p>The fact is, she was quite a brave girl herself; +and brave people are very apt to think their +friends as courageous as themselves.</p> + +<p>When Harry and Uncle Braddock reached +the village they found several of the older inhabitants +on the store porch, and they met with +an enthusiastic reception.</p> + +<p>And when, later in the afternoon, most of the +men who had gone out after George Mason, returned +from their unsuccessful expedition, the +discussion in regard to Mason's strange proceeding +grew very animated. Some thought he had +only intended to play a trick; others that he +had been unable to get away with the horses, as +he had hoped to do when he had taken them.</p> + +<p>But nobody knew anything about the matter +excepting George Mason himself, and he was not +there to give the village any information.</p> + +<p>As for Harry, he did not stay long to hear +the discussions at the store.</p> + +<p>His mind was full of a much more important +matter and he ran off to find Kate. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +wanted to talk over his latest impressions with +her.</p> + +<p>When he reached the house, where his appearance +greatly tranquillized his mother's mind, +he found Kate in the yard under the big catalpa-trees, +always a favorite place of resort in fine +weather.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Harry!" she cried, when she saw him, +"did they find the horses?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Harry; "they didn't find them."</p> + +<p>"Oh, what a pity! And some of them were +borrowed horses. Tony Kirk had Captain Caseby's +mud-colored horse. I don't know what the +captain will do without him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, the captain will do very well," said +Harry.</p> + +<p>"But he can't do very well," persisted Kate. +"It's the only horse he has in the world. One +thing certain, they can't go to church."</p> + +<p>Harry laughed at this, and then he told his +sister all about his meeting with Uncle Braddock. +But while she was wondering and surmising in +regard to George Mason's strange conduct, Harry, +who could not keep his thoughts from more +important matters, broke in with:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But, I say, Kate, I've made up my mind +about the telegraph business. There must be a +company, and we ought to plan it all out before +we tell people and sell shares."</p> + +<p>"That's right," cried Kate, who was always +ready for a plan. "Let's do it now."</p> + +<p>So, down she sat upon the ground, and Harry +sat down in front of her.</p> + +<p>Then they held a council.</p> + +<p>"In the first place, we must have a President," +said Harry.</p> + +<p>"That ought to be you," said Kate.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Harry, "I suppose I ought to be +President. And then we must have a Treasurer, +and I think you should be Treasurer."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Kate, "that would do very well. +But where could I keep the money?"</p> + +<p>"Pshaw!" said Harry. "It's no use to +bother ourselves about that. We'd better get +the money first, and then see where we can put +it. I reckon it'll be spent before anybody gets +a chance to steal it. And now then, we must +have a Secretary."</p> + +<p>"How would Tom Selden do for Secretary?" +asked Kate.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, he isn't careful enough," answered +Harry. "I think you ought to be Secretary. +You can write well, and you'll keep everything +in order."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Kate, "I'll be Secretary."</p> + +<p>"I think," said Harry, "that we have now +about all the officers we want, excepting, of +course, an Engineer, and I shall be Engineer; for +I have planned out the whole thing already."</p> + +<p>"I didn't know there was to be an engine," +said Kate.</p> + +<p>"Engine!" exclaimed Harry, laughing. +"That's a good one! I don't mean an engineer +of a steam-engine. What we want is a Civil +Engineer; a man who lays out railroad lines and +all that kind of thing. I'm not right sure that a +Civil Engineer does plan out telegraph lines; but +it don't make any difference what we call the +officer. He'll have to attend to putting up the +line."</p> + +<p>"And do you think you can do it?" said +Kate, "I should suppose it would be a good +deal harder to be Engineer than to be President."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose it will; but I've studied the +matter. I've watched the men putting up new<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +wires at Hetertown, and Mr. Lyons told me all +he knew about it. It's easy enough. Very different +from building a railroad."</p> + +<p>"It must be a good deal safer to build a railroad, +though," said Kate. "You don't have to +go so high up in the air."</p> + +<p>"You're a little goose," said Harry, laughing +at her again.</p> + +<p>"No, I'm not," said Kate. "I'm Treasurer +and Secretary of the—What shall we call the +company, Harry? It ought to have a name."</p> + +<p>"Certainly it ought," said her brother. +"How would 'The Mica Mine Telegraph Company'—No, +that wouldn't do at all. It isn't +theirs. It's ours."</p> + +<p>"Call it 'The Loudon Telegraph Company,'" +said Kate.</p> + +<p>"That would be nearer the thing, but it +wouldn't be very modest, though people often +do call their companies after their own names. +What do you think of 'The Akeville and Hetertown +Company'?"</p> + +<p>"But it won't go to either of those places," +said Kate. "It will only cross the creek."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> + +<p>"All right!" exclaimed Harry. "Let's call +it 'The Crooked Creek Telegraph Company.'"</p> + +<p>"Good!" said Kate. "That's the very +name."</p> + +<p>So the company was named.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Kate, "we've got all the head +officers and the name; what do we want +next?"</p> + +<p>"We want a good many other things," said +Harry. "I suppose we ought to have a Board +of Directors."</p> + +<p>"Shall we be in that?" asked Kate.</p> + +<p>Harry considered this question before answering +it. "I think the President ought to be in +it," he said, "but I don't know about the +Secretary and Treasurer. I think they are +not generally Directors."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Kate, with a little sigh, "I +don't mind."</p> + +<p>"You can be, if you want to," said Harry. +"Wait until we get the Board organized, and +I'll talk to the other fellows about it."</p> + +<p>"Are they going to be all boys?" asked +Kate, quickly.</p> + +<p>"I reckon so," said Harry. "We don't want<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +any men in our Board. They'd be ordering us +about and doing everything themselves."</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean that. Will there be any +girls?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Harry, a little contemptuously, it +is to be feared. "There isn't a girl in the village +who knows anything about telegraph lines, +except you."</p> + +<p>"Well, if it's to be all boys, I don't believe I +would care to belong to the Board," said Kate. +"But who are we going to have?"</p> + +<p>This selection of the members of the Board +of Directors seemed a little difficult at first, but +as there were so few boys to choose from it was +settled in quite a short time.</p> + +<p>Tom Selden, Harvey Davis, George Purvis, +Dr. Price's youngest son, Brandeth, and Wilson +Ogden, were chosen, and these, with the addition +of Harry, made up the Board of Directors of the +Crooked Creek Telegraph Company.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Kate, as the council arose and +adjourned, "I hope we'll settle the rest of our +business as easily as we have settled this part."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r8667" id="r8667"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Company Business.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>After the selection of the Directors, all of +whom accepted their appointments with +great readiness, although, with the exception of +Tom Selden, none of them had known anything +about the company until informed by Harry of +their connection with its management, it remained +only to get subscriptions to the capital +stock, and then the construction of the line +might immediately begin.</p> + +<p>Harry and Kate made out a statement of +the probable expense, and a very good statement +it was, for, as Harry had said, he had thoroughly +studied up the matter, aided by the +counsel of Mr. Lyons, the operator at Hetertown.</p> + +<p>This statement, with the probable profits and +the great advantages of such a line, was written +out by Harry, and the Secretary, considering all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +clerical work to be her especial business, made +six fair copies, one of which was delivered to +each of the Board of Directors, who undertook +to solicit subscriptions.</p> + +<p>A brief constitution was drawn up, and by a +clause in this instrument, one-quarter of the +profits were to go to the stockholders and the +rest to Aunt Matilda.</p> + +<p>The mica-mine men, when visited by Harry, +who carried a letter from his father, at first gave +the subject but little consideration, but after they +found how earnest Harry was in regard to the +matter and how, thoroughly he had studied up +the subject, theoretically and practically, under +the tuition of his friend, Mr. Lyons, they began +to think that possibly the scheme might prove +of advantage to them.</p> + +<p>After a good deal of talk—enough to have +settled much more important business—they +agreed to take stock in the telegraph company, +provided Harry and his Board purchased first-class +instruments and appliances.</p> + +<p>Their idea in insisting upon this was the +suggestion of their manager, that if the boys +failed in their project they might get possession<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +of the line and work it themselves. Consequently, +with a view both to the present success +of the association and their own possible acquisition +of the line, they insisted on first-class +instruments.</p> + +<p>This determination discouraged Harry and +his friends, for they had not calculated upon making +the comparatively large expenditures necessary +to procure these first-class instruments.</p> + +<p>They had thought to buy some cheap but +effective apparatus of which they had heard, and +which, for amateur purposes, answered very well.</p> + +<p>But when the mica-mine officers agreed to +contribute a sum in proportion to the increased +capital demanded, Harry became quite hopeful, +and the other members of the Board agreed that +they had better work harder and do the thing +right while they were about it.</p> + +<p>The capital of the company was fixed at one +hundred and fifty dollars, and to this the mica-mine +people agreed to subscribe fifty dollars. +They also gave a written promise to give all the +business of that kind that they might have for +a year from date, to Harry and his associates, +provided that the telegraphic service should<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +always be performed promptly and to their satisfaction.</p> + +<p>A contract, fixing rates, etc., was drawn up, +and Harry, the Directors, the Secretary, and the +Treasurer, all and severally signed it. This was +not actually necessary, but these officers, quite +naturally, were desirous of doing all the signing +that came in their way.</p> + +<p>Private subscriptions came in more slowly. +Mr. Loudon gave fifteen dollars, and Dr. Price +contributed ten, as his son was a Director. Old +Mr. Truly Matthews subscribed five dollars, and +hoped that he should see his money back again; +but if he didn't, he supposed it would help to +keep the boys out of mischief. Small sums were +contributed by other persons in the village and +neighborhood, each of whom was furnished with +a certificate of stock proportioned to the amount +of the investment.</p> + +<p>There were fifty shares issued, of three dollars +each; and Miss Jane Davis, who subscribed +one dollar and a quarter, got five-twelfths of a +share. The members of the Board, collectively, +put in thirty dollars.</p> + +<p>The majority of the shareholders considered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +their money as a donation to a good cause, for +of course, it was known that Aunt Matilda's support +was the object of the whole business; but +some hoped to make something out of it, and +others contributed out of curiosity to see what +sort of a telegraph the company would build, and +how it would work.</p> + +<p>It was urged by some wise people that if this +money had been contributed directly to Aunt +Matilda, it would have been of much more service +to her; but other people, equally wise, said +that in that case, the money could never have +been raised.</p> + +<p>The colored people, old and young, took a +great interest in the matter, and some of them +took parts of shares, which was better. Even +John William Webster took seventy-five cents +worth of stock.</p> + +<p>The most astonishing subscription was one +from Aunt Matilda herself. One day she handed +to Kate a ten-cent piece—silver, old style—and +desired that that might be put into the company +for her. Where she got it, nobody knew, but +she had it, and she put it in.</p> + +<p>Explanations were of no use. The fact of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +the whole business being for her benefit made +no impression on her. She wanted a share in +the company, and was proud of her one-thirtieth +part of a share.</p> + + +<div class='figleft' style='width: 120px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="illus-003" id="illus-003"></a> +<img src='images/illus-148.png' alt='' title='' /><br /> +<span class='caption'>A Shareholder</span> +</div> + +<p>Taking them as a whole, the Board of Directors +appeared to have been very well chosen. +Tom Selden was a good fellow and a firm friend +of Harry and Kate. They might always reckon +upon his support, although he had the fault, +when matters seemed a little undecided, of giving +his advice at great length. But when a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +thing was agreed upon he went to work without +a word.</p> + +<p>Harvey Davis was a large, blue-eyed boy, +very quiet, with yellow hair. He was one of the +best scholars in the Akeville school, and could +throw a stone over the highest oak-tree by the +church—something no other boy in the village +could do. He made an admirable Director.</p> + +<p>Dr. Price's son, Brandeth, and Wilson Ogden, +lived some miles from the village, and sometimes +one or the other of them did not get to a meeting +of the Board until the business before it had +been despatched. But they always attended +punctually if there was a horse or a mule to be +had in time, and made no trouble when they +came.</p> + +<p>George Purvis lived just outside of the village. +He was a tall fellow with a little head. His +father had been in the Legislature, and George +was a great fellow to talk, and he was full of +new ideas. If Harry and Kate had not worked +out so thoroughly the plan of the company before +electing the Directors, George would have +given the rest of the Board a great deal of +trouble.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p> + +<p>When about four-fifths of the capital stock +had been subscribed, and there was not much +likelihood of their getting any more at present, +the Board of Directors determined to go to +work.</p> + +<p>Acting under the advice and counsel of Mr. +Lyons (who ought to have been a Director, but +who was not offered the position), they sent to +New York for two sets of telegraphic instruments—registers, +keys, batteries, reels, etc., etc.—one +set for each office, and for about half a +mile of wire, with the necessary office-wire, insulators, +etc.</p> + +<p>This took pretty much all their capital, but +they hoped to economize a good deal in the construction +of the line, and felt quite hopeful.</p> + +<p>But it seemed to be a long and dreary time +that they had to wait for the arrival of their purchases +from New York. Either Harry or one of +the other boys rode over to Hetertown every +day, and the attention they paid to the operation +of telegraphy, while waiting for the train, +was something wonderful.</p> + +<p>It was a fortunate thing for the Board that, +on account of the sickness of the teacher, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +vacation commenced earlier than usual in Akeville +that year.</p> + +<p>More than a week passed, and no word from +New York. No wonder the boys became impatient. +It had been a month, or more, since the +scheme had been first broached in the village, +and nothing had yet been done—at least, nothing +to which the boys could point as evidence +of progress.</p> + +<p>The field of operation had been thoroughly +explored. The pine trees which were to serve +as telegraph poles had been selected, and contracts +had been made with "One-eyed Lewston," +a colored preacher, who lived near the +creek on the Akeville side, and with Aunt Judy, +who had a log house on the Hetertown side, by +which these edifices were to be used as telegraphic +stations. The instruments and batteries, +when not in use, were to be locked up in +stationary cases, made by the Akeville carpenter, +after designs by Harry.</p> + +<p>Of course, while waiting for the arrival of +their goods from New York, the Board met every +day. Having little real business, their discussions +were not always harmonious.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p> + +<p>George Purvis grew discontented. Several +times he said to Brandeth Price and Harvey +Ogden that he didn't see why he shouldn't be +something more than a mere Director, and a remark +that Harvey once made, that if Harry and +Kate had not chosen to ask him to join them he +would not have been even a Director, made no +impression upon him.</p> + +<p>One day, when a meeting was in session by +the roadside, near "One-eyed Lewston's" cabin—or +the Akeville telegraph station, as I should +say—George and Harry had a slight dispute, +and Purvis took occasion to give vent to some +of his dissatisfaction.</p> + +<p>"I don't see what you're President for, anyway," +said he to Harry. "After the Board of +Directors had been organized it ought to have +elected all the officers."</p> + +<p>"But none of you fellows knew anything +about the business," said Harry. "Kate and I +got up the company, and we needn't have had a +Board of Directors at all, if we hadn't wanted +to. If any of you boys had known anything +about telegraphs we would have given you an +office."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I reckon you don't have to know anything +about telegraphs to be Secretary, or Treasurer +either," said George, warmly.</p> + +<p>"No," answered Harry, "but you've got to +know how to keep accounts and to be careful +and particular."</p> + +<p>"Like your sister Kate, I suppose," said +George, with a sneer.</p> + +<p>"Yes, like Kate," answered Harry.</p> + +<p>"I'd be ashamed of myself," said George, +"if I couldn't get a better Secretary or Treasurer +than a girl. I don't see what a girl is doing +in the company, anyway. The right kind of a +girl wouldn't be seen pushing herself in among a +lot of boys that don't want her."</p> + +<p>Without another word, the President of the +Crooked Creek Telegraph Company arose and +offered battle to George Purvis. The contest +was a severe one, for Purvis was a tall fellow, but +Harry was as tough as the sole of your boot, and +he finally laid his antagonist on the flat of his +back in the road.</p> + +<p>George arose, put on his hat, dusted off his +clothes, and resigned his position in the Board.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r3217" id="r3217"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Principally Concerning Kate.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>During all this work of soliciting subscriptions, +ordering instruments and batteries, +and leasing stations, Kate had kept pretty +much in the background. True, she had not +been idle. She had covered a great deal of +paper with calculations, and had issued certificates +of stock, all in her own plain handwriting, +to those persons who had put money into the +treasury of the company. And she had received +all that money, had kept accurate account of it, +and had locked it up in a little box which was +kindly kept for her in the iron safe owned by +Mr. Darby, the storekeeper.</p> + +<p>When the money was all drawn out and sent +to New York, her duties became easier.</p> + +<p>School had closed, as has been before stated, +and although Kate had home duties and some +home studies, she had plenty of time for outdoor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +life. But now she almost always had to +enjoy that life alone, if we except the company +of Rob, who generally kept faithfully near her +so long as she saw fit to walk, but when she +stopped to rest or to pursue some of her botanical +or entomological studies he was very apt to +wander off on his own account. He liked to +keep moving.</p> + +<p>One of her favorite resorts was what was +called the "Near Woods," a piece of forest land +not far from Mr. Loudon's house, and within +calling distance of several dwellings and negro +cabins. She visited Aunt Matilda nearly every +day; but the woods around her cabin were +principally pine, and pine forests are generally +very sombre.</p> + +<p>But the "Near Woods" were principally of +oak and hickory, with dogwood, sweet gum, and +other smaller trees here and there; and there +were open spots where the sun shone in and +where flowers grew and the insects loved to +come, as well as heavily shaded places under +grand old trees.</p> + +<p>She thoroughly enjoyed herself in a wood +like this. She did not feel in the least lonely,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +although she would have found herself sadly +alone in a busy street of a great city.</p> + +<p>Here, she was acquainted with everything +she saw. There was company for her on every +side. She had not been in the habit of passing +the trees and the bushes, the lichens and ferns, +and the flowers and mosses as if they were +merely people hurrying up and down the street. +She had stopped and made their acquaintance, +and now she knew them all, and they +were her good friends, excepting a few, such as +the poison-vines, and here and there a plant or +reptile, with which she was never on terms of +intimacy.</p> + +<p>She would often sit and swing on a low-bending +grape-vine, that hung between two lofty +trees, sometimes singing, and sometimes listening +to the insects that hummed around her, and +all the while as happy a Kate as any Kate in the +world.</p> + +<p>It was here, on the grape-vine swing, that +Harry found her, the day after his little affair +with George Purvis.</p> + +<p>"Why, Harry!" she cried, "I thought you +were having a meeting.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There's nothing to meet about," said Harry, +seating himself on a big moss-covered root near +Kate's swing.</p> + +<p>"There will be when the telegraph things +come," said Kate.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, there'll be enough to do then, but +it seems as if they were never coming. And I've +been thinking about something, Kate. It strikes +me that, perhaps, it would be better for you to +hold only one office."</p> + +<p>"Why? Don't I do well enough?" asked +Kate, quickly, stopping herself very suddenly in +her swinging.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes! you do better than any one else +could. But, you see, the other fellows—I mean +the Board—may think that some of them ought +to have an office. I'd give them one of mine, +but none of them would do for Engineer. They +don't know enough about the business."</p> + +<p>"Which office would you give up, if you were +me?" asked Kate.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'd give up the Secretaryship, of +course," said Harry. "Nobody but you must +be Treasurer. Harvey Davis would make a very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +good Secretary, considering that there's so little +writing to do now."</p> + +<p>"Well, then," said Kate, "let Harvey be +Secretary."</p> + +<p>There was no bitterness or reproachfulness in +Kate's words, but she looked a little serious, and +began to swing herself very vigorously. It was +evident that she felt this resignation of her favorite +office much more deeply than she chose to +express. And no wonder. She had done all +the work; she had taken a pride in doing her +work well, and now, when the company was +about to enter upon its actual public life, she was +to retire into the background. For a Treasurer +had not much to do, especially now that there +was so little money. There was scarcely a paper +for the Treasurer to sign. But the Secretary—Well, +there was no use of thinking any more +about it. No doubt Harry knew what was best. +He was with the Board every day, and she +scarcely ever met the members.</p> + +<p>Harry saw that Kate was troubled, but he +did not know what to say, and so he whittled at +the root on which he was sitting.</p> + +<p>"I should think, Harry," said Kate directly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +"that George Purvis would want to be Secretary. +He's just the kind of a boy to like to be an +officer of some kind."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he can't be an officer," said Harry, +still whittling at the root. "He has resigned."</p> + +<p>"George Purvis resigned!" exclaimed Kate. +"Why, what did he do that for?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, we didn't agree," said Harry; "and +we're better off without him. We have Directors +enough as it is. Five is a very good +number. There can't be a tie vote with five +members in the Board."</p> + +<p>Kate suspected that something had happened +that she was not to be told. But she +asked no questions.</p> + +<p>After a few minutes of swinging and whittling, +in which neither of them said anything, Kate +got out of her grape-vine swing and picked up +her hat from the ground, and Harry jumped up +and whistled for Rob.</p> + +<p>As they walked home together, Kate said:</p> + +<p>"Harry, I think I'd better resign as Treasurer. +Perhaps the officers ought all to be +boys."</p> + +<p>"Look here, Kate," said Harry; and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +stopped as he spoke, "I'm not going to have +anybody else as Treasurer. If you resign that +office I'll smash the company!"</p> + +<p>Of course, after that there was nothing more +to be said, and Kate remained Treasurer of the +Crooked Creek Telegraph Company.</p> + +<p>Before very long, of course, she heard the +particulars of George Purvis's resignation. She +did not say much about it, but she was very glad +that it was not Harry who had been whipped.</p> + +<p>The next morning, quite early—the birds +and the negroes had been up some time, but +everybody in Mr. Loudon's house was still +sleeping soundly—Harry, who had a small room +at the front of the house, was awakened by the +noise of a horse galloping wildly up to the front +gate, and by hearing his name shouted out at +the top of a boy's voice.</p> + +<p>The boy was Tom Selden, and he shouted:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Harry! Harry Loudon! Hello, there! +The telegraph things have come!"</p> + +<p>Harry gave one bound. He jerked on his +clothes quicker than you could say the multiplication +table, and he rushed down stairs and into +the front yard.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was actually so! The instruments and +batteries and everything, all packed up in boxes—Tom +couldn't say how many boxes—had come +by a late train, and Mr. Lyons had sent word +over to his house last night, and he had been over +there this morning by daybreak and had seen +one of the boxes, and it was directed, all right, to +the Crooked Creek Telegraph Company, and—</p> + +<p>There was a good deal more intelligence, it +appeared, but it wasn't easy to make it out, for +Harry was asking fifty questions, and Kate was +calling out from one of the windows, and Dick +Ford and half-a-dozen other negro boys were +running up and shouting to each other that the +things had come. Mr. Loudon came out to see +what all the excitement was about, and he had +to be told everything by Tom and Harry, both +at once; and Rob and Blinks were barking, and +there was hubbub enough.</p> + +<p>Harry shouted to one of the boys to saddle +Selim, and when the horse was brought around +in an incredibly short time—four negroes having +clapped on his saddle and bridle—Harry ran into +the house to get his hat; but just as he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +bounced out again, his mother appeared at the +front door.</p> + +<p>"Harry!" she cried, "you're not going off +without your breakfast!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't want any breakfast, mother," +he shouted.</p> + +<p>"But you cannot go without your breakfast. +You'll be sick."</p> + +<p>"But just think!" expostulated Harry. +"The things have been there all night."</p> + +<p>"It makes no difference," said Mrs. Loudon. +"You must have your breakfast first."</p> + +<p>Mr. Loudon now put in a word, and Selim +was led back to the stable.</p> + +<p>"Well, I suppose I must," said poor Harry, +with an air of resignation. "Come in, Tom, and +have something to eat."</p> + +<p>The news spread rapidly. Harvey Davis +was soon on hand, and by the time breakfast +was over, nearly every body in the village knew +that the telegraph things had come.</p> + +<p>Harry and Tom did not get off as soon as +they expected, for Mr. Loudon advised them to +take the spring-wagon—for they would need it +to haul their apparatus to the telegraphic stations—and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +the horse had to be harnessed, and +the cases which were to protect the instruments, +when not in use, were to be brought from the +carpenter-shop, and so it seemed very late before +they started.</p> + +<p>Just as they were ready to go, up galloped +Brandeth Price and Wilson Ogden. So away +they all went together, two of the Board in the +wagon and three on horseback.</p> + +<p>Kate stood at the front gate looking after +them. Do what she would, she could not help +a tear or two rising to her eyes. Mr. Loudon +noticed her standing there, and he went down +to her.</p> + +<p>"Never mind Kate," said he. "I told them +not to unpack the things until they had hauled +them to the creek; and I'll take you over to +Aunt Judy's in the buggy. We'll get there by +the time the boys arrive."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r4841" id="r4841"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">The Arrival.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When Kate and her father reached Aunt +Judy's cabin, the boys had not yet arrived, +but they were anxiously expected by about a +dozen colored people of various ages and sizes, +and by two or three white men, who were sitting +under the trees waiting to see the "telegraph +come."</p> + +<p>Telegraph apparatus and wires were not at +all novel in that part of the country, but this +was to be the first time that anything of the +kind had been set up in that neighborhood, in +those familiar old woods about Crooked Creek.</p> + +<p>And then it must be remembered, too, that +most of these interested people were "stockholders." +That was something entirely novel, +and it is no wonder that they were anxious to +see their property.</p> + +<p>"I hopes, Mah'sr John," said Aunt Judy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> +to Mr. Loudon, "dat dem dar merchines ain't +a-goin' to bust up when dey're lef' h'yar all alone +by theyselves."</p> + +<p>"Oh, there's no danger, Aunt Judy," said Mr. +Loudon, "if you don't meddle with them. But +I suppose you can't do that, if the boys are +going to case them up, as they told me they +intended doing."</p> + +<p>"Why, bress your soul, Mah'sr John, ye +needn't be 'fraid o' my techin' 'em off. I +wouldn't no more put a finger on 'em dan I'd +pull de trigger ov a hoss pistol."</p> + +<p>"There isn't really any danger in having +these instruments in the house, is there, father?" +asked Kate, when she and Mr. Loudon +had stepped out of the cabin where Aunt Judy +was busy sweeping and "putting things to +rights" in honor of the expected arrival.</p> + +<p>"That depends upon circumstances," said +Mr. Loudon. "If the boys are careful to disconnect +the instruments and the wires when they +leave the cabins, there is no more danger than +there would be in a brass clock. But if they +leave the wires attached to the instruments, +lightning might be attracted into the cabins<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +during a thunder-storm, and Aunt Judy might +find the 'merchines' quite as dangerous as a +horse-pistol."</p> + +<p>"But they mustn't leave the wires that way," +said Kate. "I sha'n't let Harry forget it. +Why, it would be awful to have Aunt Judy and +poor old Lewston banged out of their beds in +the middle of the night."</p> + +<p>"I should think so," said Mr. Loudon; "but +the boys—I am sure about Harry—understand +their business, to that extent, at least. I don't +apprehend any accidents of that kind."</p> + +<p>Kate was just about to ask her father if he +feared accidents of any kind, when a shout was +heard from the negroes by the roadside.</p> + +<p>"Dar dey come!" sang out half-a-dozen +voices, and, sure enough, there was the wagon +slowly turning an angle of the road, with the +mounted members of the Board riding close by +its side.</p> + +<p>All now was bustle and eagerness. Everybody +wanted to do something, and everybody +wanted to see. The wagon was driven up as +close to the cabin as the trees would allow; the +boys jumped down from their seats and saddles<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +the horses' bridles were fastened to branches overhead; +white, black, and yellow folks clustered +around the wagon; and some twenty hands +were proffered to aid in carrying the load into +the cabin.</p> + +<p>Harry was the grand director of affairs. He +had a good, loud voice, and it served him well +on this important occasion.</p> + +<p>"Look out, there!" he cried. "Don't any +of you touch a box or anything, till I tell you +what to do. They're not all to go into Aunt +Judy's cabin. Some things are to go across the +creek to Lewston's house. Here, John William +and Gregory, take this table and carry it in carefully; +and you, Dick, take that chair. Don't be +in a hurry. We're not going to open the boxes +out here."</p> + +<p>"Why, Harry," cried Kate, "I didn't know +there were to be tables and chairs."</p> + +<p>"To tell the truth, I didn't think of it either," +said Harry; "but we must have something to +put our instruments on, and something to sit on +while we work them. Mr. Lyons reminded us +that we'd have to have them, and we got these +in Hetertown. Had to go to three places to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +them all, and one's borrowed, anyway. Look +out there, you, Bobby! you can't carry a chair. +Get down off that wheel before you break your +neck.</p> + +<p>"Lor' bress your heart, Mah'sr Harry, is ye +got a bed? I never did 'spect ye was a-goin' to +bring furniture," cried Aunt Judy, her eyes rolling +up and down in astonishment and delight. +"Dat's a pooty cheer. Won't hurt a body to sot +in dat cheer when you all ain't a-usin' it, will it?"</p> + +<p>"Blow you right through the roof, if you set +on the trigger," said Tom Selden; "so mind +you're careful, Aunt Judy."</p> + +<p>"Now, then," cried Harry, "carry in this +box. Easy, now. We'll take all the wire over +on the other side. You see, Tom, that they +leave the wire in the wagon. Do you know, +father, that we forgot to bring a hammer or anything +to open these boxes?"</p> + +<p>"There's a hammer under the seat of the +buggy. One of you boys run and get it."</p> + +<p>At the word, two negro boys rushed for the +buggy and the hammer.</p> + +<p>"A screw-driver would do better," said Harvey +Davis.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> + +<p>"One-eyed Lewston's got a screw-driver," +said one of the men.</p> + +<p>"Dar Lewston!" cried John William Webster. +"Dar he! Jist comin' ober de bridge."</p> + +<p>"Shet up!" cried Aunt Judy. "Don't 'spect +he got him screw-driber in him breeches pocket, +does ye? Why don' ye go 'long and git it?"</p> + +<p>And away went John William and two other +boys for the screw-driver.</p> + +<p>In spite of so many cooks, the broth was not +spoiled; and after a reasonable time the beautifully +polished instruments were displayed to +view on the table in Aunt Judy's cabin.</p> + +<p>Everybody looked with all their eyes. Even +Mr. Loudon, who had often examined telegraphic +apparatus, took a great interest in this, +and the negroes thought there was never anything +so wonderful. Especially were those delighted +who owned stock.</p> + +<p>"Some o' dat dar's mine," said a shiny-faced +black boy. "Wonder ef dat little door-knob's +my sheer."</p> + +<p>"You go 'long, dar," said Dick Ford, giving +him a punch in the ribs with his elbow. "Dat +little shiny screw's 'bout as much as you own."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> + +<p>As for the members of the Board, they were +radiant. There was the telegraphic apparatus +(or a part of it) of the Crooked Creek Telegraph +Company, and here were the officers!</p> + +<p>Each one of them, except Brandeth Price, +explained some portion of the instruments to +some of the bystanders.</p> + +<p>As for Brandeth, he had not an idea what was +to be done with anything. But he had a vote +in the Board. He never forgot that.</p> + +<p>"Can't ye work it a little, Mah'sr Harry!" +asked Gregory Montague.</p> + +<p>"Dat's so!" cried a dozen voices. "Jist let's +see her run a little, Mah'sr Harry, please!" +Even Kate wanted to see how the things worked.</p> + +<p>Harry explained that he couldn't "run it" +until he had arranged the battery and had made +a great many preparations, and he greatly disappointed +the assembly by informing them that +all that was to be done that day was to put the +instruments in their respective houses (or stations, +as the boys now began to call the cabins), +and to put up the cases which were to protect +them when not in use. These cases were like +small closets, with movable tops, and there was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +great fear that they would not fit over the tables +that had been brought from Hetertown.</p> + +<p>On the next day, Mr. Lyons had promised +to come over and show them how to begin the +work.</p> + +<p>"There'll be plenty for you fellows to do," +said Harry, "when we put up the wires."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5552" id="r5552"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Constructing the Line.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>The next day was a day of hard work for +the Board of Managers. Mr. Lyons, who +took the greatest interest in the enterprise, got +another operator to take his place at the Hetertown +station, and came over to help the boys.</p> + +<p>Under his direction, and with his help, they +arranged the instruments and the batteries, sunk +the ground-wires, and, in a general way, put the +office-apparatus in working order. When night +came, there were still some things that remained +to be done in the two stations, but the main +part of the office arrangements had been satisfactorily +concluded, under Mr. Lyons's supervision.</p> + +<p>Now, it only remained to put up the wire; +and this was a piece of work that interested +the whole neighborhood. There had been lookers-on +enough while the instruments were being<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +put in working order, but the general mind did +not comprehend the mechanism and uses of +registers and keys and batteries.</p> + +<p>Any one, however, could understand how a +telegraphic wire was put up. And what was +more, quite a number of persons thought they +knew exactly how it ought to be put up, and +made no scruple of saying so.</p> + +<p>Tony Kirk was on hand—as it was not turkey +season—and he made himself quite useful. +Having had some experience in working under +surveyors, he gave the boys a good deal of valuable +advice, and, what was of quite as much +service, he proved very efficient in quieting the +zeal of some ambitious, but undesirable, volunteer +assistants.</p> + +<p>Certain straight pine-trees, at suitable distances +from each other, and, as nearly as possible, +on a right line between the two cabins, were +selected as poles, and their tops were cut off +about twenty-five feet from the ground. All +trees and branches that would be apt to interfere +with the wires were cut down, out of the +way.</p> + +<p>At one time—for this matter of putting up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +the wire occupied several days—there were ten +or twelve negro men engaged in cutting down +trees, and in topping and trimming telegraph +poles.</p> + +<p>Each one of these men received forty cents +per day from the company, and found themselves. +It is probable that if the Board had +chosen to pay but twenty cents, there would +have been quite as many laborers, for this was +novel and very interesting work, and several +farm-hands threw up their situations for a day +or two and came over to "cut fur de telegraph."</p> + +<p>When the poles were all ready on each side +of the creek, the insulators, or glass knobs, to +which the wires were to be attached, were to be +fastened to them, a foot or two from the top.</p> + +<p>This was to be done under Harry's direction, +who had studied up the theory of the operation +from his books and under Mr. Lyons.</p> + +<p>But the actual work proved very difficult. +The first few insulators Harry put up himself. +He was a good climber, but not being provided +with the peculiar "climbers" used by the men +who put up telegraph wires, he found it very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +hard to stay up at the top of a pole after he had +got there, especially as he needed both hands to +nail to the tree the wooden block to which the +insulator was attached.</p> + +<p>In fact, he made a bad business of it, and +the insulators he put up in this way looked +"shackling poorly," to say nothing of his trowsers, +which suffered considerably every time he +slipped part way down a pole.</p> + +<p>But here Tony Kirk again proved himself a +friend in need. He got a wagon, and drove +four miles to a farm-house, where there was +a long, light ladder. This he borrowed, and +brought over to the scene of operation.</p> + +<p>This ladder was not quite long enough to +reach to the height at which Harry had fastened +his insulators, but it was generally agreed that +there was no real necessity for putting them up +so high.</p> + +<p>The ladder was arranged by Tony in a very +ingenious way. He laid it on the ground, with +the top at the root of the tree to be climbed. +Then he fastened a piece of telegraph wire to +one side of the ladder, passed it loosely around +the tree, and fastened it to the other side.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +Then, as the ladder was gradually raised, the +wire slipped along up the tree, and when the +ladder was in position it could not fall, although +it might shake and totter a little. However, +strong arms at the bottom held it pretty steady, +and Harry was enabled to nail on his insulators +with comparative ease, and in a very satisfactory +manner.</p> + +<p>After a while, Tony took his place, and being +a fellow whom it was almost impossible to tire, +he finished the whole business without assistance.</p> + +<p>It may be remarked that when Tony mounted +the ladder, he dispensed with the wire safeguard, +depending upon the carefulness of the two +negro men who held the ladder from below.</p> + +<p>The next thing was to put up the wire itself, +and this was done in rather a bungling manner, +if this wire were compared with that of ordinary +telegraph lines.</p> + +<p>It was found quite impossible to stretch the +wire tightly between the poles, as the necessary +appliances were wanting.</p> + +<p>Various methods of tightening were tried, +but none were very successful; and the wire<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> +hung in curves, some greater and some less, +between the poles.</p> + +<p>But what did it matter? There was plenty +of wire, and the wind had not much chance to +blow it about, as it was protected by the neighboring +treetops.</p> + +<p>There was no trouble in carrying the wire over +the creek, as the bridge was very near, and as +trees close to each bank had been chosen for +poles, and as the creek was not very wide, the +wire approached nearer to a straight line where +it passed over the water than it did anywhere +else.</p> + +<p>At last all was finished. The "main line" +wire was attached to the copper office-wire. +The batteries were charged, the register was +arranged with its paper strip, and everything +was ready for the transmission of messages +across Crooked Creek.</p> + +<p>At least, the Board hoped that everything was +ready. It could not be certain until a trial was +made.</p> + +<p>The trial was made, and everybody in the +neighborhood, who could get away from home +came to see it made.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> + +<p>Harry was at the instrument on the Akeville +side, and Mr. Lyons (the second operator +of the company had not been appointed) attended +to the other end of the line, taking his +seat at the table in Aunt Judy's cabin, where +Mr. and Mrs. Loudon, Kate, and as many other +persons as the room would hold, were congregated.</p> + +<p>As President of the company, Harry claimed +the privilege of sending the first message.</p> + +<p>Surrounded by the Board, and a houseful of +people besides, he took his seat at the instrument, +and after looking about him to see if +everything was in proper order, he touched the +key to "call" the operator at the other end.</p> + +<p>But no answer came. Something was wrong. +Harry tried again, but still no answer. He +jumped up and examined the instrument and +the battery.</p> + +<p>Everybody had something to say, and some +advice to give.</p> + +<p>Even old "One-eyed Lewston" pushed his +way up to Harry, and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mah'sr Harry! Ef you want to grease +her, I got some hog's-lard up dar on dat shelf."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p> + +<p>But Harry soon thought he found where the +fault lay, and, adjusting a screw or two, he tried +the key again. This time his call was answered.</p> + +<p>"Click! click! click! click!" went the instrument.</p> + +<p>Wild with excitement, everybody crowded +closer to Harry, who, with somewhat nervous +fingers, slowly sent over the line of the Crooked +Creek Telegraph Company its first message.</p> + +<p>When received on the other side, and translated +from the dots and dashes of the register, it +read thus:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>To Kate.—Ho-ow are you?</p></div> + +<p>Directly the answer came swiftly from the +practised fingers of Mr. Lyons:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>To Harry.—I am very well.</p></div> + +<p>This message had no sooner been received +and announced than Harry, followed by every +one else, rushed out of the house, and there, on +the other side of the creek, he saw his father +and mother and Kate and all the rest hurrying +out of Aunt Judy's cabin.</p> + +<p>Mr. Loudon waved his hat and shouted; +"Hurrah!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<p>Harry and the Board answered with a wild +"Hurrah!"</p> + +<p>Then everybody took it up, and the woods +rang with, "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"</p> + +<p>The Crooked Creek Telegraph Line was a +success.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r3101" id="r3101"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XX.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">An Important Meeting of the Board.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>Now that the telegraphic line was built, and +in good working order, it became immediately +necessary to appoint another operator, for +it was quite evident that Harry could not work +both ends of the line.</p> + +<p>It was easy enough to appoint an operator, +but not so easy for such person to work the instruments. +In fact, Harry was the only individual +in the company or the neighborhood who +understood the duties of a telegrapher, and his +opportunities for practice had been exceedingly +limited.</p> + +<p>It was determined to educate an operator, +and Harvey Davis was chosen as the most suitable +individual for the position. So, day after +day was spent by Harry and Harvey, the one +in the cabin of "One-eyed Lewston," and the +other in that of Aunt Judy, in steady, though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> +often unsatisfactory, practice in the transmission +and reading of telegraphic messages.</p> + +<p>Of course, great interest was taken in their +progress, and some members of the Board were +generally present at one or the other of the stations. +Kate often came over to Aunt Judy's +cabin, and almost always there were other persons +present, each of whom, whenever there was +a chance, was eager to send a telegraphic message +gratis, even if it were only across Crooked +Creek.</p> + +<p>Sometimes neither Harry nor Harvey could +make out what the other one was trying to say, +and then they would run out of the station and +go down to the bank of the creek and shout +across for explanations. A great many more +intelligible messages were sent in this way, for +the first few days, than were transmitted over +the wire.</p> + +<p>Tony Kirk remarked, after a performance of +this kind, "It 'pears to me that it wasn't no use +to put up that ar wire, fur two fellows could a +been app'inted, one to stand on each side o' the +creek, and holler the messages across."</p> + +<p>But, of course, such a proceeding would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +have been extremely irregular. Tony was not +accustomed to the strict requirements of business.</p> + +<p>Sometimes the messages were extremely +complicated. For instance, Harry, one day +about noon, carefully telegraphed the following:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would not go home. Perhaps you can get something to +eat from Aunt Judy.</p></div> + +<p>As Harvey translated this, it read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would gph go rapd gradsvlt bodgghip rda goqbsjcm eat +dkpx Aunt Judy.</p></div> + +<p>In answer to this, Harvey attempted to send +the following message:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>What do you mean by eating Aunt Judy?</p></div> + +<p>But Harry read:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Whatt a xdll mean rummmlgigdd Ju!</p></div> + +<p>Harry thought, of course, that this seemed +like a reflection on his motives in proposing +that Harvey could ask Aunt Judy to give him +something to eat, and so, of course, there had to +be explanations.</p> + +<p>After a time, however the operators became +much more expert, and although Harvey was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +always a little slow, he was very careful and +very patient—most excellent qualities in an +operator upon such a line.</p> + +<p>The great desire now, not only among the +officers of the company, but with many other +folks in Akeville and the neighborhood, was to +see the creek "up," so that travel across it +might be suspended, and the telegraphic business +commence.</p> + +<p>To be sure, there might be other interests +with which a rise in the creek would interfere, +but they, of course, were considered of small +importance, compared with the success of an +enterprise like this.</p> + +<p>But the season was very dry, and the creek +very low. There were places where a circus-man +could have jumped across it with all his +pockets full of telegraphic messages.</p> + +<p>In the mean time, the affairs of the company +did not look very flourishing. The men who +assisted in the construction of the line had not +been paid in full, and they wanted their money. +Kate reported that the small sum which had +been appropriated out of the capital stock for +the temporary support of Aunt Matilda was all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +gone. This report she made in her capacity as +a special committee of one, appointed (by herself) +to attend to the wants of Aunt Matilda. As +the Treasurer of the company, she also reported +that there was not a cent in its coffers.</p> + +<p>In this emergency, Harry called a meeting +of the Board.</p> + +<p>It met, as this was an important occasion, in +Davis's corn-house, fortunately now empty. This +was a cool, shady edifice, and, though rather +small, was very well ventilated. The meetings +had generally been held under some big tree, or +in various convenient spots in the woods near the +creek, but nothing of that kind would be proper +for such a meeting as this, especially as Kate, as +Treasurer, was to be present. This was her first +appearance at a meeting of the Board. The +boys sat on the corn-house floor, which had been +nicely swept out by John William Webster, and +Kate had a chair on the grass, just outside of the +door. There she could hear and see with great +comfort without "settin' on the floor with a +passel of boys," as Miss Eliza Davis, who furnished +the chair, elegantly expressed it.</p> + +<p>When the meeting had been called to order<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +(and John William, who evinced a desire to +hang around and find out what was going on, +had been discharged from further attendance on +the Board, or, in other words, had been ordered +to "clear out"), and the minutes of the last +meeting had been read, and the Treasurer had +read her written report, and the Secretary had +read his, an air of despondency seemed to settle +upon the assembly.</p> + +<p>An empty corn-house seemed, as Tom Selden +remarked, a very excellent place for them +to meet.</p> + +<p>The financial condition of the company was +about as follows:</p> + +<p>It owed "One-eyed Lewston" and Aunt +Judy one dollar each for one month's rent of +their homesteads as stations, the arrangement +having been made about the time the instruments +were ordered.</p> + +<p>It owed four dollars and twenty cents to the +wood-cutters who worked on the construction +of the line, and two dollars and a half for other +assistance at that time.</p> + +<p>("Wish we had done it all ourselves," said +Wilson Ogden.)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p> + +<p>It owed three dollars, balance on furniture +procured at Hetertown. (It also owed one chair, +borrowed.)</p> + +<p>It owed, for spikes and some other hardware +procured at the store, one dollar and sixty +cents.</p> + +<p>In addition to this, it owed John William +Webster, who had been employed as a sort of +general agent to run errands and clean up things, +seventy-five cents—balance of salary—and he +wanted his money.</p> + +<p>To meet these demands, as was before remarked, +they had nothing.</p> + +<p>Fortunately nothing was owing for Aunt +Matilda's support, Harry and Kate having from +the first determined never to run in debt on her +account.</p> + +<p>But, unfortunately, poor Aunt Matilda's affairs +were never in so bad a condition. The +great interest which Kate and Harry had taken +in the telegraph line had prevented them from +paying much attention to their ordinary methods +of making money, and now that the company's +appropriation was spent, there seemed to be no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +immediate method of getting any money for the +old woman's present needs.</p> + +<p>This matter was not strictly the business +of the Board, but they nevertheless considered +it.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5227" id="r5227"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Last Resort.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>The Board was fully agreed that something +must be done to relieve Aunt Matilda's +present necessities, but what to do did not seem +very clear.</p> + +<p>Wilson Ogden proposed issuing some kind +of scrip or bonds, redeemable in six or seven +months, when the company should be on a paying +basis.</p> + +<p>"I believe," said he, "that Mr. Darby would +take these bonds at the store for groceries and +things, and we might pay him interest, besides +redeeming the bonds when they came due."</p> + +<p>This was rather a startling proposition. No +one had suspected Wilson of having such a +financial mind.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Harry, "how that +would work. Mr. Darby might not be willing +to take the bonds; and besides that, it seems to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +me that the company ought not to make any +more promises to pay when it owes so much +already."</p> + +<p>"But you see that would be different," said +Wilson. "What we owe now we ought to pay +right away. The bonds would not have to be +paid for ever so long."</p> + +<p>"That may be pretty sharp reasoning," remarked +Tom Selden, "but I can't see into it."</p> + +<p>"It would be all the same as running in +debt for Aunt Matilda, wouldn't it?" asked +Kate.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Wilson, "a kind of running in +debt, but not exactly the common way. You +see—"</p> + +<p>"But if it's any kind at all, I'm against it," +said Kate, quickly. "We're not going to support +Aunt Matilda that way."</p> + +<p>This settled the matter. To be sure, Kate +had no vote in the Board; but this was a subject +in which she had what might be considered +to be a controlling interest, and the bond +project was dropped.</p> + +<p>Various schemes were now proposed, but +there were objections to all of them. Everyone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +was agreed that it was very unfortunate that +this emergency should have arisen just at this +time, because as soon as the company got into +good working order, and the creek had been up +a few times it was probable that Aunt Matilda +would really have more money than she would +absolutely need.</p> + +<p>"You ought to look out, Harry and Kate," +said Harvey Davis, "that all the darkies she +knows don't come and settle down on her and +live off her. She's a great old woman for having +people around her, even now."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Kate, "she has a right to have +company if she wants to, and can afford it."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tom Selden; "but having company's +very different from having a lot of good-for-nothing +darkies eating her out of house and +home."</p> + +<p>"She won't have anything of that sort," said +Harry. "I'll see that her money's spent right."</p> + +<p>"But if it's her money," said Harvey, "she +can spend it as she chooses."</p> + +<p>A discussion here followed as to the kind of +influence that ought to be brought to bear upon +Aunt Matilda to induce her to make a judicious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +use of her income; but Harry soon interrupted +the arguments, with the remark that they had +better not bother themselves about what Aunt +Matilda should do with her money when she got +it, until they had found out some way of preventing +her from starving to death while she was +waiting for it.</p> + +<p>This was evidently good common sense, but +it put a damper on the spirits of the Board.</p> + +<p>There was nothing new to be said on the +main question, and it was now growing toward +supper-time; so the meeting adjourned.</p> + +<p>On their way home, Harry said to Kate, +"Has Aunt Matilda anything to eat at all?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes; she has enough for her supper to-night, +and for breakfast, too, if nobody comes to +see her. But that's all."</p> + +<p>"All right, then," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"I don't think it is all right," replied Kate. +"What's two meals, I'd like to know?"</p> + +<p>"Two meals are very good things, provided +you don't take them both at once," said Harry. +And he began to whistle.</p> + +<p>The next day, Harry went off and staid until +dinner-time.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p> + +<p>Kate could not imagine where he had gone. +He was not with the Board, she knew, for Harvey +Davis had been inquiring for him.</p> + +<p>Just before dinner he made his appearance.</p> + +<p>Kate was in the house, but he hurried her +out under the catalpa-tree.</p> + +<p>"Look here!" said he, putting his hand in +his pocket and pulling out several "greenbacks." +"I reckon that'll keep Aunt Matilda until the +company begins to make money."</p> + +<p>Kate opened her eyes their very widest.</p> + +<p>"Why, where on earth did you get all that +money, Harry? Is it yours?"</p> + +<p>"Of course it's mine," said Harry. "I sold +my gun."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Harry!" and the tears actually came +into Kate's eyes.</p> + +<p>"Well, I wouldn't cry about it," said Harry. +"There's nothing to shoot now; and when we +get rich I can buy it back again, or get another."</p> + +<p>"Got rich!" said Kate. "I don't see how +we're going to do that; especially when it's such +dreadfully dry weather."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r1988" id="r1988"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Quandary.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>About a week after the meeting of the +Board in the Davis corn-house, old Miles, +the mail-rider, came galloping up to Mr. Loudon's +front gate. The family were at breakfast, +but Harry and Kate jumped up and ran to the +door, when they saw Miles coming, with his saddle-bags +flapping behind him. No one had ever +before seen Miles ride so fast. A slow trot, or +rather a steady waddle, was the pace that he +generally preferred.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Mah'sr Harry," shouted old Miles, +"de creek's up! Can't git across dar, no how?"</p> + +<p>This glorious news for the Crooked Creek +Telegraph Company was, indeed, true! There +had been wet weather for several days, and +although the rain-fall had not been great in the +level country about Akeville, it had been very +heavy up among the hills; and the consequence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +was, that the swollen hill-streams, or "branches" +as they are called in that part of the country, had +rushed down and made Crooked Creek rise in a +hurry. It seemed to be always ready to rise in +this way, whenever it had a chance.</p> + +<p>Now the company could go to work! Now +it could show the world, or as much of the world +as chose to take notice, the advantages of +having a telegraph line across a creek in time +of freshets.</p> + +<p>Harry was all alive with excitement. He +sent for Harvey Davis, and had old Selim saddled +as quickly as possible.</p> + +<p>"H'yar's de letters and telegrums, Mah'sr +Harry," said Miles, unlocking his saddle-bags +and taking out a bundle of letters and some telegrams, +written on the regular telegraphic blanks +and tied up in a little package.</p> + +<p>As the mail was a private one, and old Miles +was known to be perfectly honest, he carried the +key and attended personally to the locking and +unlocking of his saddle-bags.</p> + +<p>"But I don't want the letters, Miles," said +Harry. "I've nothing to do with them. Give +me the telegrams, and I'll send them across."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Don't want de letters?" cried Miles, his +eyes and mouth wide open in astonishment. +"Why, I can't carry de letters ober no mor'n I +kin de telegrams."</p> + +<p>"Well, neither can I," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Den what's de use ob dat wire?" exclaimed +Miles. "I thought you uns ud send de letters +an' all ober dat wire? Dere's lots more letters +dan telegrums."</p> + +<p>"I know that," said Harry, hurriedly; "but +we can't send letters. Give the telegraphic +messages, and you go back to the mines with +the letters, and if there's anything in them that +they want to telegraph, let them write out the +messages, and you bring them over to Lewston's +cabin."</p> + +<p>Harry took the telegrams, and old Miles rode +off, very much disturbed in his mind. His confidence +in the utility of the telegraph company +was wofully shaken.</p> + +<p>By this time Harvey had arrived on a mule, +and the two operators dashed away as fast as +their animals would carry them.</p> + +<p>As they galloped along Harry shouted to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +Harvey, who kept ahead most of the time, for +his mule was faster than Selim:</p> + +<p>"Hello, Harvey! If Miles couldn't get across, +how can either of us go over?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I reckon the creek isn't much up +yet," answered Harvey. "Miles is easily frightened."</p> + +<p>So, on they rode, hoping for the best; but +when they reached the creek they saw, to their +dismay, that the water was much higher already +than it usually rose in the summer-time. The +low grounds on each side were overflowed, and +nothing could be seen of the bridge but the tops +of two upright timbers near its middle.</p> + +<p>It was certainly very unfortunate that both +the operators were on the same side of the +stream!</p> + +<p>"This is a pretty piece of business," cried +Harry. "I didn't expect the creek to get up so +quickly as this. I was down here yesterday, and +it hadn't risen at all. I tell you, Harvey, you +ought to live on the other side."</p> + +<p>"Or else you ought," said Harvey.</p> + +<p>"No," said Harry; "this is my station."</p> + +<p>Harvey had no answer ready for this, but as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> +they were hurriedly fastening Selim and the +mule to trees near Lewston's cabin, he said:</p> + +<p>"Perhaps Mr. Lyons may come down and +work the other end of the line."</p> + +<p>"He can't get off," said Harry. "He has +his own office to attend to. And, besides, that +wouldn't do. We must work our own line, +especially at the very beginning. It would look +nice—now, wouldn't it?—to wait until Mr. +Lyons could come over from Hetertown before +we could commence operations!"</p> + +<p>"Well, what can we do?" asked Harvey.</p> + +<p>"Why, one of us must get across, somehow."</p> + +<p>"I don't see how it's going to be done," said +Harvey, as they ran down to the edge of the +water. "I reckon we'll have to holler our messages +across, as Tony said; only there isn't anybody +to holler to."</p> + +<p>"I don't know how it's to be done either," +said Harry; "but one of us must get over, some +way or other."</p> + +<p>"Couldn't we wade to the bridge," asked +Harvey, "and then walk over on it? I don't +believe it's more than up to our waists on the +bridge."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You don't know how deep it is," said Harry; +"and when you get to the bridge, ten to +one more than half the planks have been floated +off, and you'd go slump to the bottom of the +creek before you knew it. There's no way but +to get a boat."</p> + +<p>"I don't know where you're going to find +one," said Harvey. "There's a boat up at the +mill-pond, but you couldn't get it out and down +here in much less than a day."</p> + +<p>"John Walker has his boat afloat again," +said Harry, "but that's over on the other side. +What a nuisance it is that there isn't anybody +over there! If we didn't want 'em, there'd be +about sixty or seventy darkies hanging about +now."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" said Harvey, "not so many as +that; not over forty-seven."</p> + +<p>"I'm going over to Lewston's. Perhaps he +knows of a boat," said Harry; and away he ran.</p> + +<p>But Lewston was not in his cabin, and so +Harry hurried along a road in the woods that +led by another negro cabin about a half-mile +away, thinking that the old man had gone off<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +in that direction. Every minute or two he +shouted at the top of his voice, "Oh, Lewston!"</p> + +<p>Very soon he heard some one shouting in +reply, and he recognized Lewston's voice. It +seemed to come from the creek.</p> + +<p>Thereupon, Harry made his way through the +trees and soon caught sight of the old colored +man. He was in a boat, poling his way along in +the shallow water as close to dry land as the +woods allowed him, and sometimes, where the +trees were wide apart, sending the boat right +between some of their tall trunks.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Lewston," cried Harry, running as +near as he could go without getting his shoes +wet, for the water ran up quite a distance +among the trees in some places. "What are +you about? Where did you get that boat? I +want a boat."</p> + +<p>"Dat's jist what I thought, Mah'sr Harry," +said Lewston, still poling away as hard as he +could. "I know de compuny'd want to git +ober de creek, an' I jist went up to Hiram Anderson's +and borrowed his ole boat. Ise been +a-bailing her out all de mornin'."</p> + +<p>"You're a trump, Lewston," said Harry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> +"Pole her down opposite your house, and then +one of us will go over. Why don't you go out +farther? You can't get along half as fast in here +by the trees and hummocks as you could in +deeper water."</p> + +<p>"You don't ketch me out dar in dat runnin' +water," said Lewston. "I'd be in the middle +afore I knowed it, and dis pole's pooty short."</p> + +<p>"Well, come along as fast as you can," cried +Harry, "and I'll run down to your house and +get your axe to cut a longer pole."</p> + +<p>By the time Harry had found a tall young +sapling, and had cut it down and trimmed it off, +Lewston arrived with the boat.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r9159" id="r9159"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Crossing the Creek.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>"Now, then," said Harry, "here's the boat +and a good pole, and you've nothing to +do, Harvey, but just to get in and push yourself +over to your station as fast as you can."</p> + +<p>But the situation did not seem to strike Harvey +very favorably. He looked rather dissatisfied +with the arrangement made for him.</p> + +<p>"I can't swim," he said. "At least, not +much, you know."</p> + +<p>"Well, who wants you to swim?" said Harry, +laughing. "That's a pretty joke. Are you +thinking of swimming across, and towing the +boat after you? You can push her over easy +enough; that pole will reach the bottom anywhere."</p> + +<p>"Dat's so," said old Lewston. "It'll touch +de bottom ob de water, but I don't know 'bout +de bottom ob de mud. Ye musn't push her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +down too deep. Dar's 'bout as much mud as +water out dar in de creek."</p> + +<p>The more they talked about the matter, the +greater became Harvey's disinclination to go +over. He was not a coward, but he was not +used to the water or the management of a boat, +and the trip seemed much more difficult to him +than it would have appeared to a boy accustomed +to boating.</p> + +<p>"I tell you what we'll do," cried Harry, at +last. "You take my station, Harvey, and I'll go +over and work your end of the line."</p> + +<p>There was no opposition to this plan, and so +Harry hurried off with Harvey to Lewston's cabin +and helped him to make the connections and +get the line in working order at that end, and +then he ran down to the boat, jumped in, and +Lewston pushed him off.</p> + +<p>Harry poled the boat along quite easily +through the shallow water, and when he got +farther out he found that he proceeded with +still greater ease, only he did not go straight +across, but went a little too much down stream.</p> + +<p>But he pushed out strongly toward the +opposite shore, and soon reached the middle of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> +the creek. Then he began to go down stream +very fast indeed. Push and pole as he would, +he seemed to have no control whatever over the +boat. He had had no idea that the current +would be so strong.</p> + +<p>On he went, right down toward the bridge, +and as the boat swept over it, one end struck an +upright beam that projected above the water, +and the clumsy craft was jerked around with +such violence that Harry nearly tumbled into the +creek.</p> + +<p>He heard Lewston and Harvey shouting to +him, but he paid no attention to them. He +was working with all his strength to get the +boat out of the current and into shallower water. +But as he found that he was not able to do that, +he made desperate efforts to stop the boat by +thrusting his pole into the bottom. It was not +easy to get the pole into the mud, the current +was so strong; but he succeeded at last, by +pushing it out in front of him, in forcing it into +the bottom; and then, in a moment, it was +jerked out of his hand, as the boat swept on, +and, a second time, he came near tumbling overboard.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now he was helpless. No, there was the +short pole that Lewston had left in the boat.</p> + +<p>He picked it up, but he could do nothing +with it. If it had been an oar, now, it might +have been of some use. He tried to pull up the +seat, but it was nailed fast.</p> + +<p>On he rapidly floated, down the middle of +the stream; the boat sometimes sidewise, sometimes +with one end foremost, and sometimes the +other. Very soon he lost sight of Lewston and +Harvey, and the last he saw of them they were +hurrying by the edge of the water, in the woods. +Now he sat down, and looked about him. The +creek appeared to be getting wider and wider, +and he thought that if he went on at that rate +he must soon come to the river. The country +seemed unfamiliar to him. He had never seen +it, from the water, when it was overflowed in this +way.</p> + +<p>He passed a wide stretch of cultivated fields, +mostly planted in tobacco, but he could not +recollect what farmer had tobacco down by the +creek this year. There were some men at work +on a piece of rising ground, but they were a long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +way off. Still, Harry shouted to them, but they +did not appear to hear him.</p> + +<p>Then he passed on among the trees again, +bumping against stumps, turning and twisting, +but always keeping out in the middle of the +current. He began to be very uneasy, especially +as he now saw, what he had not noticed before, +that the boat was leaking badly.</p> + +<p>He made up his mind that he must do something +soon, even if he had to take off his clothes +and jump in and try to swim to shore. But this, +he was well aware, would be hard work in such a +current.</p> + +<p>Looking hurriedly around, he saw, a short +distance before him, a tree that appeared to +stand almost in the middle of the creek, with its +lower branches not very high above the water. +The main current swirled around this tree, and +the boat was floating directly toward it.</p> + +<p>Harry's mind was made up in an instant. +He stood up on the seat, and as the boat passed +under the tree he seized the lowest branch.</p> + +<p>In a moment the boat was jerked from under +his feet, and he hung suspended over the rushing +water.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p> + +<p>He gripped the branch with all his strength, +and giving his legs a swing, got his feet over it. +Then, after two or three attempts, he managed +to draw himself up and get first one leg and then +his whole body over the branch. Then he sat +up and shuffled along to the trunk, against which +he leaned with one arm around it, all in a perspiration, +and trembling with the exertion and +excitement.</p> + +<p>When he had rested awhile, he stood up on +the limb and looked toward the land. There, to +his joy, he saw, at a little distance, a small log-house, +and there was some one living in it, for +he saw smoke coming from the log and mud +chimney that was built up against one end of +the cabin.</p> + +<p>Harry gave a great shout, and then another, +and another, and presently a negro woman came +out of the cabin and looked out over the creek. +Then three colored children came tumbling out, +and they looked out over the creek.</p> + +<p>Then Harry shouted again, and the woman +saw him.</p> + +<p>"Hello, dar!" she cried. "Who's dat?"</p> + +<p>"It's me! Harry Loudon."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Harry Loudon?" shouted the woman, +running down to the edge of the water. "Mah'sr +John Loudon's son Harry? What you doin' +dar? Is you fishin'?"</p> + +<p>"Fishing!" cried Harry. "No! I want to +get ashore. Have you a boat?"</p> + +<p>"A boat! Lors a massy! I got no boat, +Mah'sr Harry. How did ye git dar?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I got adrift, and my boat's gone! Isn't +there any man about?"</p> + +<p>"No man about here," said the woman. +"My ole man's gone off to de railroad. But +he'll be back dis evenin'."</p> + +<p>"I can't wait here till he comes," cried +Harry. "Haven't you a rope and some boards +to make a raft?"</p> + +<p>"Lor', no! Mah'sr Harry. I got no boards."</p> + +<p>"Tell ye what ye do, dar," shouted the biggest +boy, a woolly-heady urchin, with nothing +on but a big pair of trousers that came up under +his arms and were fastened over his shoulders +by two bits of string, "jist you come on dis +side and jump down, an' slosh ashore."</p> + +<p>"It's too deep," cried Harry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, 'tain't," said the boy. "I sloshed out +to dat tree dis mornin'."</p> + +<p>"You did, you Pomp!" cried his mother. +"Oh! I'll lick ye fur dat, when I git a-hold +of ye!"</p> + +<p>"Did you, really?" cried Harry.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did," shouted the undaunted Pomp. +"I sloshed out dar an' back agin."</p> + +<p>"But the water's higher now," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"No, 'tain't," said the woman. "Tain't riz +much dis mornin'. Done all de risin' las' night. +Dat tree's jist on de edge of de creek bank. If +Pomp could git along dar, you kin, Mah'sr +Harry! Did ye go out dar, sure 'nuff, you +Pomp? Mind, if ye didn't, I'll lick ye!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did," said Pomp; "clar out dar an' +back agin."</p> + +<p>"Then I'll try it," cried Harry; and clambering +around the trunk of the tree, he jumped +off as far as he could toward shore.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r7467" id="r7467"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">The First Business Telegrams.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>When Harry jumped from the tree, he +came down on his feet, in water not quite +up to his waist, and then he pushed in toward +land as fast as he could go. In a few minutes, +he stood in the midst of the colored family, his +trousers and coat-tails dripping, and his shoes +feeling like a pair of wet sponges.</p> + +<p>"Ye ought to have rolled up yer pants and +tooked off yer shoes and stockin's afore ye +jumped, Mah'sr Harry," said the woman.</p> + +<p>"I wish I had taken off my shoes," said +Harry.</p> + +<p>The woman at whose cabin Harry found +himself was Charity Allen, and a good, sensible +woman she was. She made Harry hurry into +the house, and she got him her husband's Sunday +trousers, which she had just washed and +ironed, and insisted on his putting them on,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +while she dried his own. She hung his stockings +and his coat before the fire, and made one +of the boys rub his shoes with a cloth so as to +dry them as much as possible before putting +them near the fire.</p> + +<p>Harry was very impatient to be off, but +Charity was so certain that he would catch his +death of cold if he started before his clothes +were dry that he allowed himself to be persuaded +to wait.</p> + +<p>And then she fried some salt pork, on which, +with a great piece of corn-bread, he made a +hearty meal, for he was very hungry.</p> + +<p>"Have you had your dinner, Charity?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, Mah'sr Harry; long time ago," she +said.</p> + +<p>"Then it must be pretty late," said Harry, +anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" said she; "'tain't late. I reckon +it can't be much mor' 'n four o'clock."</p> + +<p>"Four o'clock!" shouted Harry, jumping up +in such a hurry that he nearly tripped himself +in Uncle Oscar's trousers, which were much +too long for him. "Why, that's dreadfully late.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> +Where can the day have gone? I must be off, +instantly!"</p> + +<p>So much had happened since morning, that +it was no wonder that Harry had not noticed +how the hours had flown.</p> + +<p>The ride to the creek, the discussions there, +the delay in getting the boat, the passage down +the stream, which was much longer than Harry +had imagined, and the time he had spent in the +tree and in the cabin, had, indeed, occupied +the greater part of the day.</p> + +<p>And even now he was not able to start. +Though he urged her as much as he could, he +could not make Charity understand that it was +absolutely necessary that he must have his +clothes, wet or dry; and he did not get them +until they were fit to put on. And then his +shoes were not dry, but, as he intended to run +all the way to Aunt Judy's cabin, that did not +matter so much.</p> + +<p>"How far is it to Aunt Judy's?" he asked, +when at last he was ready to start.</p> + +<p>"Well, I reckons it's 'bout six or seben miles, +Mah'sr Harry," said Charity.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Six or seven miles!" exclaimed Harry. +"When shall I get there!"</p> + +<p>"Now don't hurry and git yese'f all in a +heat," said Charity. "Jist keep along dis path +fru de woods till ye strike de road, and that'll +take ye straight to de bridge. Wish I had a +mule to len' ye."</p> + +<p>"Good-by, Charity," cried Harry. "I'm +ever so much obliged." And hurriedly searching +his vest pockets, he found a ten-cent note and a +few pennies, which he gave to the children, who +grinned in silent delight, and then he started +off on a run.</p> + +<p>But he did not run all the way.</p> + +<p>Before long he began to tire a little, and +then he settled down into a fast walk. He felt +that he must hurry along as fast as he was able. +The fortunes of the Crooked Creek Telegraph +Company depended upon him. If the company +failed in this, its first opportunity, there was no +hope for it.</p> + +<p>So on he walked, and before very long he +struck the main road. Here he thought he +should be able to get along faster, but there was +no particular reason for it. In fact, the open<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +road was rather rougher than that through the +woods. But it was cooler here than under the +heavy, overhanging trees.</p> + +<p>And now Harry first noticed that the sun +was not shining. At least, it was behind the +western hills. It must be growing very late, he +thought.</p> + +<p>On he went, for a mile or two, and then it +began to grow dusky. Night was surely coming +on.</p> + +<p>At a turn in the wood, he met a negro boy +with a tin bucket on his head. Harry knew +him. It was Tom Haskins.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Tom!" said Harry, stopping for a +moment; "I want you."</p> + +<p>"What you want, Mah'sr Harry?" asked +Tom.</p> + +<p>"I want you to come to Aunt Judy's cabin +and carry some messages over to Hetertown for +me."</p> + +<p>"When you want me?" said Tom; "to-morrer +mornin'?"</p> + +<p>"No; I want you to-night. This minute. +I'll pay you."</p> + +<p>"To-night?" cried the astonished Tom.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +"Go ober dar in de dark! Can't do dat, Mah'sr +Harry. Ise 'fraid to go fru de woods in de +dark."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense," cried Harry. "Nothing's going +to hurt you. Come on over."</p> + +<p>"Can't do it, Mah'sr Harry, no how," said +Tom. "Ise got ter tote dis hyar buttermilk +home; dey's a-waitin' fur it now. But p'r'aps +Jim'll go fur you. He kin borrer a mule and go +fur you, Mah'sr Harry, I 'spects."</p> + +<p>"Well, tell Jim to get a mule and come to +Aunt Judy's just as quick as he can. I'll pay +him right well."</p> + +<p>"Dat's so, Mah'sr Harry; Jim'll go 'long fur +ye. I'll tell him."</p> + +<p>"Now be quick about it," cried Harry. "I'm +in a great hurry." And off he started again.</p> + +<p>But as he hurried along, his legs began to +feel stiff and his feet were sore. He had walked +very fast, so far, but now he was obliged to +slacken his pace.</p> + +<p>And it grew darker and darker. Harry +thought he had never seen night come on so +fast. It was certainly a long distance from Charity's +cabin to Aunt Judy's.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> + +<p>At last he reached the well-known woods +near the bridge, and off in a little opening he +saw Aunt Judy's cabin. It was so dark now that +he would not have known it was a cabin, had he +not been so familiar with it.</p> + +<p>Curiously enough, there was no light to +be seen in the house. Harry hurried to the +door and found it shut. He tried to open it, and +it was locked. Had Aunt Judy gone away? +She never went away; it was foolish to suppose +such a thing.</p> + +<p>He knocked upon the door, and receiving no +answer, he knocked louder, and then he kicked. +In a minute or two, during which he kept up a +continual banging and calling on the old woman, +he heard a slight movement inside. Then he +knocked and shouted, "Aunt Judy!"</p> + +<p>"Who dar!" said a voice within.</p> + +<p>"It's me! Harry Loudon!" cried Harry. +"Let me in!"</p> + +<p>"What ye want dar?" said Aunt Judy. +"Go 'way from dar."</p> + +<p>"I want to come in. Open the door."</p> + +<p>"Can't come in hyar. Ise gone to bed."</p> + +<p>"But I must come in," cried Harry, in desperation;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> +"I've got to work the line. They're +waiting for me. Open the door, do you hear +Aunt Judy?"</p> + +<p>"Go 'way wid yer line," said Aunt Judy, +crossly. "Ise abed. Come in der mornin'. +Time enough in de day-time to work lines."</p> + +<p>Harry now began to get angry. He found a +stone and he banged the door. He threatened +Aunt Judy with the law. He told her she had +no right to go to bed and keep the company out +of their station, when the creek was up; but, +from her testy answers, his threats seemed to +have made but little impression upon her. She +didn't care if they stopped her pay, or fined her, +or sent her to prison. She never heard of "sich +bisness, a-wakin' people out of their beds in the +middle o' the night fur dem foolin' merchines."</p> + +<p>But Harry's racket had a good effect, after +all. It woke Aunt Judy, and after a time +she got out of bed, uncovered the fire, blew up +a little blaze, lighted a candle, and putting on +some clothes, came and opened the door, grumbling +all the time.</p> + +<p>"Now den," said she, holding the candle +over her head, and looking like a black Witch of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +Ender just out of the ground, "What you +want?"</p> + +<p>"I want to come in," said Harry.</p> + +<p>"Well, den, come in," said she.</p> + +<p>Harry was not slow to enter, and having +made Aunt Judy bring him two candles, which +he told her the company would pay for, he set +to work to get his end of the line in working +order.</p> + +<p>When all was ready, he sat down to the instrument +and "called" Harvey.</p> + +<p>He felt very anxious as he did this. How +could he be sure that Harvey was there? What +a long time for that poor fellow to wait, without +having any assurance that Harry would get +across the creek at all, much less reach his post, +and go to work.</p> + +<p>"He may suppose I'm drowned," thought +Harry, "and he may have gone home to tell the +folks."</p> + +<p>But there was such a sterling quality about +Harvey that Harry could not help feeling that +he would find him in his place when he telegraphed +to him, no matter how great the delay +or how doubtful the passage of the creek.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p> + +<p>But when he called there was no answer.</p> + +<p>Still he kept the machine steadily ticking. +He would not give up hoping that Harvey was +there, although his heart beat fast with nervous +anxiety. So far, he had not thought that his +family might be frightened about him. <i>He</i> +knew he was safe, and that had been enough. +He had not thought about other people.</p> + +<p>But as these ideas were running through his +head and troubling him greatly, there came a +"tick, tick" from the other side, then more of +them, but they meant nothing. Some one was +there who could not work the instrument.</p> + +<p>Then suddenly came a message:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Is that you, Harry?</p></div> + +<p>Joyfully, Harry answered:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Yes. Who wants to know?</p></div> + +<p>The answer was:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Your father. He has just waked me up.—<span class="smcap">Harvey.</span></p></div> + +<p>With a light heart, Harry telegraphed, as +briefly as possible, an account of his adventures; +and then his father sent a message, telling him +that the family had heard that he had been carried +away, and had been greatly troubled about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> +him, and that men had ridden down the stream +after him, and had not returned, and that he, +Mr. Loudon, had just come to Lewston's cabin, +hoping for news by telegraph. Harvey had +been there all day. Mr. Loudon said he would +now hurry home with the good news, but before +bidding his son good night, he told him that he +must not think of returning until the creek had +fallen. He must stay at Aunt Judy's, or go over +to Hetertown.</p> + +<p>When this had been promised, and a message +sent to his mother and Kate, Harry hastened to +business. He telegraphed to Harvey to transmit +the company's messages as fast as he could; a +boy would soon be there to take them over to +Hetertown. The answer came:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>What messages?</p></div> + +<p>Then Harry suddenly remembered that he +had had the messages in the breast-pocket of his +coat all the time!</p> + +<p>He dived at his pocket. Yes, there they +were!</p> + +<p>Was there ever such a piece of absurdity? +He had actually carried those despatches across +the creek! After all the labor and expense of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> +building the telegraph, this had been the way +that the first business messages had crossed +Crooked Creek!</p> + +<p>When Harry made this discovery he burst +out laughing. Why, he might as well have carried +them to Hetertown from Charity's cabin. +It would really have been better, for the distance +was not so great.</p> + +<p>Although he laughed, he felt a little humiliated. +How Tom Selden, and indeed everybody, +would laugh if they knew it!</p> + +<p>But there was no need to tell everybody, and +so when he telegraphed the fact to Harvey, he +enjoined secrecy. He knew he could trust +Harvey.</p> + +<p>And now he became anxious about Jim. +Would he be able to borrow a mule, and would +he come?</p> + +<p>Every few minutes he went to the door and +listened for the sound of approaching hoofs, but +nothing was to be heard but the low snoring of +Aunt Judy, who was fast asleep in a chair by the +fireplace.</p> + +<p>While thus waiting, a happy thought came +into Harry's head. He opened the messages—he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span> +had a right to do that, of course, as he was +an operator and had undertaken to transmit +them—and he telegraphed them, one by one, to +Harvey, with instructions to him to send them +back to him.</p> + +<p>"They shall come over the creek on our +line, anyway," said Harry to himself.</p> + +<p>It did not take long to send them and to +receive them again, for there were only three of +them. Then Harvey sent a message, congratulating +Harry on this happy idea, and also suggested +that he, Harvey, should now ride home, +as it was getting late, and it was not likely that +there would be any more business that night.</p> + +<p>Harry agreed to this, urging Harvey to return +early in the morning, and then he set to work +to write out the messages. The company had +not yet provided itself with regular forms, but +Harry copied the telegrams carefully on note-paper, +with which, with pen and ink, each station +was furnished, writing them, as far as possible, +in the regular form and style of the ordinary +telegraphic despatch. Then he put them in an +envelope and directed them to Mr. Lyons, at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +Hetertown, indorsing them, "In haste. To be +transmitted to destination immediately."</p> + +<p>"Now then," thought he, "nobody need +know how these came over in the first place, +until we choose to tell them, and we won't do +that until we've sent over some messages in the +regular way, and have proved that our line is +really of some use. And we won't charge the +Mica Company anything for these despatches. +But yet, I don't know about that. I certainly +brought them over, and trouble enough I had +to do it. I'll see about charging, after I've +talked it over with somebody. I reckon I'll ask +father about that. And I haven't delayed the +messages, either; for I've been waiting for Jim. +I wonder where that boy can be!" And again +Harry went out of doors to listen.</p> + +<p>Had he known that Jim was at that moment +fast asleep in his bed at home, Harry need not +have gone to the door so often.</p> + +<p>At last our operator began to be very sleepy, +and having made up his mind that if Jim arrived +he would certainly wake him up, he aroused +Aunt Judy, who was now too sleepy to scold, +and having succeeded in getting her to lend him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +a blanket (it was her very best blanket, which +she kept for high days and holidays, and if she +had been thoroughly awake she would not have +lent it for the purpose), and having spread it +on the floor, he lay down on it and was soon +asleep.</p> + +<p>Aunt Judy blew out one of the candles and +set the other on the hearth. Then she stumbled +drowsily into the next room and shut the +door after her. In a few minutes every living +creature in and about the place was fast asleep, +excepting some tree-frogs and katydids outside, +who seemed to have made up their minds +to stay up all night.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r4872" id="r4872"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Profits and Projects</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>The next morning, Harry was up quite +early, and after having eaten a very plain +breakfast, which Aunt Judy prepared for him, +he ran down to the creek to see what chance +there was for business.</p> + +<p>There seemed to be a very good chance, for +the creek had not fallen, that was certain. If +there was any change at all, the water seemed a +little higher than it was before.</p> + +<p>Before long, Harvey arrived on the other +side, accompanied by Tom Selden and Wilson +Ogden, who were very anxious to see how matters +would progress, now that there was some +real work to do.</p> + +<p>The boys sent messages and greetings backward +and forward to each other for about an +hour, and then old Miles arrived with his mailbag,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +which contained quite a number of telegrams, +this time.</p> + +<p>Not only were there those on the business of +the Mica Company, but Mr. Darby, the storekeeper +at Akeville, thought it necessary to send +a message to Hetertown by the new line, and +there were two or three other private telegrams, +that would probably never have been sent had it +not been for the novelty of the thing.</p> + +<p>But that rascal, Jim Haskins, did not make +his appearance, and when Harry found that it +was not likely that he would come at all, he induced +Aunt Judy to go out and look for some +one to carry the telegrams to Hetertown. Harry +had just finished copying the messages—and this +took some time, for he wrote each one of them in +official form—when Aunt Judy returned, bringing +with her a telegraphic messenger.</p> + +<p>It was Uncle Braddock.</p> + +<p>"Here's a man to take yer letters," said Aunt +Judy, as she ushered in the old man.</p> + +<p>Harry looked up from his table in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Why, Uncle Braddock," said he, "you +can't carry these telegrams. I want a boy, on a +mule or a horse, to go as fast as he can."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Lor' bress ye, Mah'sr Harry," said the old +negro, "I kin git along fas' enough. Aunt Judy +said ye wanted Jim, an' Nobleses mule; but dat +dar mule he back hindwards jist about as much +as he walks frontwards. I jist keep right straight +along, an' I kin beat dat dar ole mule, all holler. +Jist gim me yer letters, an' I'll tote 'em ober dar +fur ten cents. Ye see I wuz cotched on dis side +de creek, an' wuz jist comin ober to see Aunt +Judy, when she telled me ob dis job. I'll tote +yer letters, Mah'sr Harry, fur ten cents fur de +bag-full."</p> + +<p>"I haven't a bag-full," said Harry; "but I +reckon you'll have to take them. There's nobody +else about, it seems, and I can't leave the station."</p> + +<p>So Uncle Braddock was engaged as telegraph-boy, +and Harry having promised him +twenty cents to go to Hetertown and to return +with any telegrams that were there awaiting +transmission to the other side of the creek, the +old man set off with his little package, in high +good humor with the idea of earning money by +no harder work than walking a few miles.</p> + +<p>Shortly after noon, he returned with a few<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +messages from Hetertown, and by that time +there were some for him to carry back. So he +made two trips and forty cents that day—quite +an income for Uncle Braddock.</p> + +<p>In the evening, Jim Haskins made his appearance +with his mule. He said his brother +hadn't told him anything about Harry's wanting +him until that afternoon. Notwithstanding +Uncle Braddock's discouraging account of the +mule, Jim was engaged as messenger during the +time that the creek should be up, and Uncle +Braddock was promised a job whenever an important +message should come during Jim's +absence.</p> + +<p>The next day it rained, and the creek was +up, altogether, for five days. During this time +the telegraph company did a good deal of paying +business. Harry remained at his station, +and boarded and lodged with Aunt Judy. He +frequently sent messages to his father and +mother and Kate, and never failed, from an +early hour in the morning until dark, to find the +faithful Harvey at his post.</p> + +<p>At last the creek "fell," and the bridge +became again passable to Miles and his waddling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span> +horse. The operators disconnected their wires, +put their apparatus in order, locked the wooden +cases over their instruments, and rode in triumph +(Mr. Loudon had come in the buggy for Harry) +to Akeville.</p> + +<p>Harry was received with open arms by his +mother and Kate; and Mrs. Loudon declared +that this should be the last time that he should +go on such an expedition.</p> + +<p>She was right.</p> + +<p>The next afternoon there was a meeting of +the Board of Managers of the Crooked Creek +Telegraph Company, and the Secretary, having +been hard at work all the morning, with the +assistance of the Treasurer and the President, +made a report of the financial results of the +recent five days' working of the company's +line.</p> + +<p>It is not necessary to go into particulars, but +when the sums due the company from the Mica +Company and sundry private individuals had +been set down on the one side, and the amounts +due from the telegraph company to Aunt Judy +for candles and board and lodging for one operator; +to Uncle Braddock and Jim Haskins for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +services as messengers; to Hiram Anderson for +damages to boat (found near the river, stuck fast +among some fallen timber, with one end badly +battered by floating logs), and for certain extras +in the way of additional stationery, etc., which +it had become necessary to procure from Hetertown, +had been set down on the other side, and +the difference between the sums total had been +calculated, it was found, and duly reported, that +the company had made six dollars and fifty-three +cents.</p> + +<p>This was not very encouraging. It was seldom +that the creek was up more than five days +at a time, and so this was a very favorable opportunity +of testing the value of the line as a +money-making concern.</p> + +<p>It was urged, however, by the more sanguine +members of the Board that this was not a fair +trial. There had been many expenses which +probably would not have to be incurred again.</p> + +<p>"But they didn't amount to so very much," +said Kate, who, as Treasurer, was present at the +meeting. "Aunt Judy only charged a dollar +and a half for Harry's board, and the boat was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> +only a dollar. And all the other expenses would +have to be expected any time."</p> + +<p>After some further conversation on the subject, +it was thought best to attend to present +business rather than future prospects, and to +appoint committees to collect the money due +the company.</p> + +<p>Harry and Tom Selden were delegated to +visit the mica-mine people, while Harvey, Wilson +Ogden, and Brandeth Price composed the committee +to collect what was due from private +individuals.</p> + +<p>Before Harry started for the mica mine, he +consulted his father in regard to charging full +price for the telegrams which he carried across +the creek in his pocket.</p> + +<p>Mr. Loudon laughed a good deal at the +transaction, but he told Harry that there was no +reason why he should not charge for those telegrams. +He had certainly carried them over in +the first place, and the subsequent double transmission +over the wire was his own affair.</p> + +<p>When Harry and Tom rode over to the mica +mine the next morning, and explained their business +and presented their bill, their account was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +found to be correct, and the amount of the bill +was promptly handed to them.</p> + +<p>When this little business had been transacted, +Mr. Martin, the manager of the mine, invited +them to sit down in his office and have a talk.</p> + +<p>"This line of yours," said he, "is not going +to pay you."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" asked Harry, somewhat disturbed +in mind by this sudden statement of +what he had already begun to fear was an unpleasant +truth.</p> + +<p>"It <i>has</i> paid us," said Tom Selden. "Why, +we've only been working it five days, on regular +business, and we've cleared—well, we've cleared +considerable."</p> + +<p>"That may be," said the manager, smiling, +"but you can't have made very much, for you +must have a good many expenses. The principal +reason why I think it won't pay you is that +you have to keep up two stations, and you all +live on this side of the creek. I've heard that +one of you had a hard time getting over the +creek last week."</p> + +<p>"That was Harry," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"So I supposed," said Mr. Martin; "and it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> +must have been a pretty dangerous trip. Now +it won't do to do that sort of thing often; and +you can't tell when the creek's going to rise, so +as to be over before the bridge is flooded."</p> + +<p>"That's true," said Harry. "Crooked Creek +doesn't give much notice when it's going to +rise."</p> + +<p>"No, it don't," continued Mr. Martin. "And +it won't do, either, for any one of you to live on +the other side, just to be ready to work the line +in time of freshets. The creek isn't up often +enough to make that pay."</p> + +<p>"But what can we do?" asked Harry. "You +surely don't think we're going to give up this +telegraph line just as it begins to work, and after +all the money that's been spent on it, and the +trouble we've had?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't think you are the kind of fellows +to give up a thing so soon, and we don't +want you to give it up, for it's been a great deal +of use to us already. What I think you ought +to do is to run your line from the other side of +the creek to Hetertown. Then you'd have no +trouble at all. When the creek was up you +could go down and work this end, and an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> +arrangement could easily be made to have the +operator at Hetertown work the other end, and +then it would be all plain sailing. He could send +the telegrams right on, on the regular line, and +there would be no trouble or expense with messengers +from the creek over to Hetertown."</p> + +<p>"That would be a splendid plan," said Harry; +"but it would cost like everything to have a long +line like that."</p> + +<p>"It wouldn't cost very much," said Mr. Martin. +"There are pine woods nearly all the way, +by the side of the road, and so it wouldn't cost +much for poles. And you've got the instruments +for that end of the line. All you'll have +to do would be to take them over to Hetertown. +You wouldn't have to spend any money except +for wire and for trimming off the trees and putting +up the wire."</p> + +<p>"But that would be more than we could +afford," said Tom Selden. "You ought just to +try to make the people about here subscribe to +anything, and you'd see what trouble it is to raise +money out of them."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't think you need let the want of +money enough to buy a few miles of wire prevent<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span> +your putting up a really useful line," said +Mr. Martin; "our company would be willing to +help you about that, I'm sure."</p> + +<p>"If you'd help, that would make it altogether +another thing," said Harry; "but you'd have +to help a good deal."</p> + +<p>"Well, we would help a good deal," said +Mr. Martin. "It would be to our benefit, you +know, to have a good line. That's what we +want, and we're willing to put some money in it. +I suppose there'd be no difficulty in getting permission +to put up the line on the land between +the creek and Hetertown?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" said Harry. "A good part of the +woods along the road belong to father, and none +of the people along there would object to us +boys putting up our line on their land."</p> + +<p>"I thought they wouldn't," said Mr. Martin. +"I'll talk to our people about this, and see what +they think of it."</p> + +<p>As Harry and Tom rode home, Harry +remarked, "Mr. Martin's a trump, isn't he? I +hope the rest of the mica-mine people will +agree with him."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe they will," said Tom.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> +"Why, you see they'd have to pay for the whole +thing, and I reckon they won't be in a hurry to +do that. But wouldn't we have a splendid line +if they were to do it?"</p> + +<p>"I should say so," said Harry. "It's almost +too good a thing to expect. I'm afraid Mr. +Martin won't feel quite so generous when he +calculates what it will cost."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r1850" id="r1850"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Grand Proposition.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>The summer vacation was now over, and +the Board of Managers of the telegraph +company, as well as the other boys of the vicinity, +were obliged to go to school again and +study something besides the arts of making +money and transacting telegraphic business. +But as there was not much business of this kind +to be done, the school interfered with the company's +affairs in little else than the collection +of money due from private individuals for telegraphic +services rendered during the late "rise" +in the creek. The committee which had charge +of this collection labored very faithfully for +some time, and before and after school and +during the noon recess, the members thereof +made frequent visits to the houses of the company's +debtors. As there were not more than +half-a-dozen debtors, it might have been supposed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +that the business would be speedily performed. +But such was not the case. Mr. +Darby, the storekeeper, paid his bill promptly; +and old Mr. Truly Matthews, who had telegraphed +to Washington to a nephew in the +Patent Office Department, "just to see how it +would go," paid what he owed on the eighth +visit of Wilson Ogden to his house. He had +not seen "how it would go," for his nephew had +not answered him, either by telegraph or mail, +and he was in no hurry to pay up, but he could +not stand "that boy opening his gate three +times a day." As for the rest, they promised to +settle as soon as they could get some spare cash—which +happy time they expected would arrive +when they sold their tobacco.</p> + +<p>It is to be supposed that no one ever bought +their tobacco, for they never paid up.</p> + +<p>The proceeds of the five days of telegraphing, +together with the money obtained by the +sale of Harry's gun, were spent by Kate for +Aunt Matilda's benefit; and as she knew that it +might be a good while before there would be +any more money coming, Kate was as economical +as she could be.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was all very proper and kind to make the +old woman's income hold out as long as possible, +but Aunt Matilda did not like this systematic +and economical way of living. It was too +late in life for her, she said, "to do more measurin' +at a meal than chewin';" and so she +became discouraged, and managed, one fine +morning, to hobble up to see Mrs. Loudon +about it.</p> + +<p>"Ise afraid dese chillen ain't a-gwine to hold +out," said she. "I don know but what I'd better +go 'long to the poor-house, arter all. And +there's that money I put inter de comp'ny. I +ain't seen nothin' come o' dat ar money yit."</p> + +<p>"How much did you put in, Aunt Matilda?" +asked Mrs. Loudon.</p> + +<p>"Well, I needn't be a-sayin' jist how much +it was; but it was solid silver, anyway, and I +don't reckon I'll ever see any of it back again. +But it don't differ much. Ise an old woman, +and them chillen is a-doin' their best."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they are," said Mrs. Loudon; "and I +think they're doing very well, too. You haven't +suffered for anything lately, have you?"</p> + +<p>"Well, no," said the old woman, "I can't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +say that I've gone hungry or nuthin'; but I was +only a-gittin' 'fraid I might. Dis hyar 'tic'lar +way o' doin' things makes a person scary."</p> + +<p>"I am glad that Kate is particular," said +Mrs. Loudon. "You know, Aunt Matilda, that +money isn't very plenty with any of us, and we +all have to learn to make it go as far as it will. +I don't think you need feel 'scary,' if Kate's +economy is all you have to fear."</p> + +<p>This interview somewhat reassured Aunt +Matilda, but she was not altogether satisfied +with the state of things. The fact was that she +had supposed that the telegraph company would +bring in so much money that she would be able +to live in what to her would be a state of comparative +luxury. And instead of that, Kate had +been preaching economy and systematic management +to her. No wonder she was disappointed, +and a little out of humor with her young +guardians.</p> + +<p>But for all that, if Harry or Kate had fallen +into a fiery crater, Aunt Matilda would have +hurried in after them as fast as her old legs +would have carried her.</p> + +<p>She went back to her cabin, after a while, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +she continued to have her three meals a day all +the same as usual; but if she could have seen, +as Kate saw, how steadily the little fund for her +support was diminishing day by day, she would +have had some reason for her apprehensions.</p> + +<p>It was on a pleasant Saturday in early September, +that Harry stood looking over the front +gate in his father's yard. Kate was at the dining-room +window, sewing. Harry was thinking, +and Kate was wondering what he was thinking +about. She thought she knew, and she called +out to him: "I expect old Mr. Matthews would +lend you a gun, Harry."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose he would," said Harry, +turning and slowly walking up toward the +house; "but father told me not to borrow a gun +from Truly Matthews. It's a shame, though, to +stay here when the fields are just chock full of +partridges. I never knew them so plenty in all +my life. It's just the way things go."</p> + +<p>"It is a pity about your gun," said Kate. +"There's some one at the gate, Harry. Hadn't +you better go and see what he wants? Father +won't be home until after dinner, you can tell +him."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p> + +<p>Harry turned.</p> + +<p>"It's Mr. Martin," said he, and he went +down to the gate to meet him.</p> + +<p>"How do you do, Mr. President?" said Mr. +Martin. "I rode over here this morning, and +thought I would come and see you."</p> + +<p>Harry shook hands with his visitor, and +invited him to walk into the house; but after +Mr. Martin had dismounted and fastened his +horse, he thought that the seat under the catalpa-tree +looked so cool and inviting, that he proposed +that they should sit down there and have +a little chat.</p> + +<p>"I have been thinking about the extension +of your telegraph line," said the manager of the +mica mine, "and have talked it over with our +people. They agree with me that it would be a +good thing, and we have determined, if it suits +you and your company, that we will advance the +money necessary to carry out the scheme."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad to hear that," said Harry; "but, +as I said before, you'll have to bear the whole +expense, and it will cost a good deal to carry +the line from the creek all the way to Hetertown."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, it will cost some money," said Mr. +Martin "but our idea is that you ought to +have a complete line while you are about it, and +that it ought to run from our mine to Hetertown."</p> + +<p>"From your mine to Hetertown!" exclaimed +Harry, in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Martin, smiling. "That is +the kind of a line that is really needed. You +see, our business is increasing, and we are buying +land which we intend to sell out in small +farms, and so expect to build up quite a little +village out there in time. So you can understand +that we would like to be in direct communication +with Richmond and the North. +And if we can have it by means of your line, we +are ready to put the necessary funds into the +work."</p> + +<p>Harry was so amazed at this statement, that +he could hardly find words with which to express +himself.</p> + +<p>"Why, that would give us a regular, first-class +telegraph line!" he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Mr. Martin, "and that's the +only kind of a line that is really worth anything."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't know what to think about it," said +Harry. "I didn't expect you to propose anything +like this."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mr. Martin, rising, "I must be +off. I had only a few minutes to spare, but I +thought I had better come and make you this +proposition. I think you had better lay it before +your Board of Managers as soon as possible, and +if you will take my advice, as a business man, +you'll accept our offer."</p> + +<p>So saying, he bid Harry good-by, took off his +hat to Kate, who was still looking out of the +window, mounted his horse, and rode away.</p> + +<p>There was a meeting of the Board of Managers +of the Crooked Creek Telegraph Company +that afternoon. It was a full meeting, for Harry +sent hasty messengers to those he called the +"out-lying members."</p> + +<p>A more astonished body of officials has seldom +been seen than was our Board when Harry +laid the proposition of Mr. Martin before it.</p> + +<p>But the boys were not so much amazed that +they could not jump at this wonderful opportunity +and in a very short time it was unanimously<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +voted to accept the proposition of the mica-mine +people, and to build the great line.</p> + +<p>Almost as soon as this important vote had +been taken, the meeting adjourned, and the +members hurried to their several homes to carry +the news.</p> + +<p>"We'll have to change our name," said Tom +Selden to Harry. "We ought to call our company +'The United States Mica and Hetertown +Lightning Express Line,' or something big like +that."</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Harry. "The A 1 double-action, +back-spring, copper-fastened, broad-gauge +telegraph line from here to the moon!"</p> + +<p>And away he ran to meet Kate, who was +coming down the road.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r8505" id="r8505"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">How Something Came to an End.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>The mica-mine management appeared to +be thoroughly in earnest about this extension +of the telegraph line. As soon as the +assent of the Board of Managers to the scheme +had been communicated to them, they sent a +note to Harry suggesting that he should, in the +name of his company, get the written consent of +owners of the lands over which the line would +pass to the construction of said line on their +property. This business was soon settled, for +none of the owners of the farms between the +mines and Hetertown, all of whom were well +acquainted with Mr. Loudon (and no man in +that part of the country was held in higher estimation +by his neighbors), had the slightest objection +to the boys putting up their telegraph +line on their lands.</p> + +<p>When Harry had secured the necessary<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> +promises, the construction of the line was commenced +forthwith. The boys had very little +trouble with it. Mr. Martin got together a +gang of men, with an experienced man to direct +them, and came down with them to Akeville, +where Harry hired them; and finding that the +foreman understood the business, he told him to +go to work and put up the line. When paydays +came around, Harry gave each man an +order for his money on the Mica Mine Company, +and their wages were paid them by Mr. +Martin.</p> + +<p>It was not very long before the line was constructed +and the instruments were in working +order in Hetertown and at the mica mines. +There was a person at the latter place who +understood telegraphy, and he attended to the +business at that end of the line, while Mr. +Lyons worked the instruments at the Hetertown +station, which was in the same building with +the regular telegraph line.</p> + +<p>It was agreed that the Mica Company +should keep an account of all messages sent by +them over the line, and should credit the +Crooked Creek Telegraph Company with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +amount due in payment, after deducting necessary +expenses, hire of operators', and six per cent. +on the capital advanced.</p> + +<p>Everything having been arranged on this +basis, the extended line went into operation, +without regard to the amount of water in the +creek, and old Miles carried no more telegrams +to Hetertown.</p> + +<p>The telegraph business, however, became +much less interesting to Kate and the boys. It +seemed to them as if it had been taken entirely +out of their hands, which was, indeed, the true +state of the case. They were the nominal +owners and directors of the line, but they had +nothing to direct, and very vague ideas about +the value of the property they owned.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Tom Selden, as he sat +one afternoon in Mr. Loudon's yard, with Harry +and Kate, "whether we've made much by this +business or not. Those mica people keep all +the accounts and do all the charging, and if +they want to cheat us, I don't see what's to +hinder them."</p> + +<p>"But you know," said Harry, "that we can +examine their accounts; and, besides, Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> +Lyons will keep a tally of all the messages +sent, and I don't believe that he would cheat +us."</p> + +<p>"No; I don't suppose he would," said Tom; +"but I liked the old way best. There was +more fun in it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, there was," said Kate; "and then we +helped old Lewston and Aunt Judy. I expect +they'll miss the money they got for rent."</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Harry. "They'll have to +deny themselves many a luxury in consequence +of the loss of that dollar a month."</p> + +<p>"Now you're making fun," said Kate; "but +twelve dollars a year is a good deal to those poor +people."</p> + +<p>"I suppose it is," said Harry. "In fifty +years, it would be six hundred dollars, if they +saved it all up, and that is a good deal of money, +even to us rich folks."</p> + +<p>"Rich!" said Kate. "We're so dreadfully +rich that I have only forty-two cents left of Aunt +Matilda's money, and I must have some very +soon."</p> + +<p>The consequence of this conversation was +that Harry had to ride over to the mica mines<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> +and get a small advance on the payment due at +the end of the month.</p> + +<p>The end of the month arrived, and the settlement +was made. When the interest on the +money advanced to put up the line, hire of operators, +and other expenses, had been deducted +from the amount due the Crooked Creek Company, +there was only two dollars and a quarter +to be paid to it!</p> + +<p>Harry was astounded. He took the money, +rode back to Akeville, and hastened to have a +consultation with Kate. For the first time since +he became a guardian, he was in despair. This +money was not enough for Aunt Matilda's needs, +and if it had been, there were stockholders who +were expecting great things from the recent extension +of the line. What was to be said to +them?</p> + +<p>Harry did not know, and Kate could suggest +nothing. It appeared to be quite plain that +they had made a very bad business of this telegraphic +affair. A meeting of the Board was +called, and when each member had had his say, +matters appeared worse than ever.</p> + +<p>It was a very blue time for our friends.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p> + +<p>As for Kate, she cried a good deal that afternoon.</p> + +<p>The time had at last come when she felt they +would have to give up Aunt Matilda. She was +sure, if they had never started this telegraphic +company, they might have struggled through the +winter, but now there were stockholders and +creditors and she did not know what all. She +only knew that it was too much for them.</p> + +<p>Three days after this, Harry received a note +from Mr. Martin. When he read it, he gave a +shout that brought everybody out of the house—Kate +first. When she read the note, which she +took from Harry as he was waving it around his +head, she stood bewildered. She could not +comprehend it.</p> + +<p>And yet it simply contained a proposition +from the Mica Mine Company to buy the +Crooked Creek Telegraph Line, with all its rights +and privileges, assuming all debts and liabilities, +and to pay therefor the sum of three hundred +and fifty dollars in cash!</p> + +<hr class='minor' /> + +<p>Two days afterward, the line was formally<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> +sold to the Mica Company, and the Crooked +Creek Telegraph Company came to an end.</p> + +<p>When accounts were settled, Aunt Matilda's +share of the proceeds of the sale were found to +amount to two hundred and sixty-two dollars +and fifty cents, which Kate deposited with Mr. +Darby for safe keeping.</p> + +<p>It was only the sky that now looked blue to +Harry and Kate.</p> + +<p>The Akeville people were a good deal surprised +at this apparently singular transaction on +the part of the Mica Company, but before long, +their reasons for helping the boys to put up their +line and then buying it, became plain enough.</p> + +<p>The Mica Company had invested a large capital +in mines and lands, and the business required +telegraphic communication with the North. +The managers knew that they might have a +good deal of trouble to get permission to put +up their line on the lands between the mines +and Hetertown, and so they wisely helped the +boys to put up the line, and then bought it of +them, with all their rights and privileges.</p> + +<p>There was probably some sharp practice in +this transaction, but our young friends and Aunt +Matilda profited by it.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5887" id="r5887"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Meeting.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>About a week after the dissolution of the +Crooked Creek Company, Harry was riding +over from Hetertown, and had nearly reached +the creek on his way home, when he met George +Purvis.</p> + +<p>This was their first meeting since their fight, +for George had been away on a visit to some +relatives in Richmond.</p> + +<p>When Harry saw George riding slowly toward +him, he felt very much embarrassed, and +very much annoyed because he was embarrassed.</p> + +<p>How should he meet George? What should +he say; or should he say anything?</p> + +<p>He did not want to appear anxious to "make +up" with him, nor did he want to seem as if he +bore malice toward him. If he only knew how +George felt about it!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p> + +<p>As it was, he wished he had stopped somewhere +on the road. He had thought of stopping +at the mill—why had he not? That would just +have given George time to pass.</p> + +<p>Both boys appeared to be riding as slowly as +their horses would consent to go, and yet when +they met, Harry had not half made up his mind +what he would say, or how he should say it, or +whether it would be better or not to say anything.</p> + +<p>"Hello, George!" said he, quite unpremeditatedly.</p> + +<p>"Hello!" said George, reining in his horse +"Where are you going?"</p> + +<p>"Going home," said Harry, also stopping in +the road.</p> + +<p>Thus the quarrel came to an end.</p> + +<p>"So you've sold the telegraph?" said George.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Harry. "And I think we made +a pretty good bargain. I didn't think we'd do +so well when we started."</p> + +<p>"No, it didn't look like it," said George; +"but those mica men mayn't find it such a good +bargain for them."</p> + +<p>"Why?" asked Harry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, suppose some of the people who own +the land that the line's on, don't want these +strangers to have a telegraph on their farms. +What's to hinder them ordering them off?"</p> + +<p>"They wouldn't do that," said Harry. "None +of the people about here would be so mean. +They'd know that it might upset our bargain. +There isn't a man who would do it."</p> + +<p>"All right," said George. "I hope they +won't. But how are you going to keep the old +woman now?"</p> + +<p>"How?" said Harry. "Why, we can keep +her easy enough. We got three hundred and +fifty dollars from the Mica Company."</p> + +<p>"And how much is her share?"</p> + +<p>"Over two hundred and sixty," answered +Harry.</p> + +<p>"Is that all?" said George. "That won't +give her much income. The interest on it will +only be about fifteen dollars a year, and she +can't live on that."</p> + +<p>"But we didn't think of using only the interest," +said Harry.</p> + +<p>"So you're going to break in on the principal, +are you? That's a poor way of doing."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, we'll get along well enough," said Harry. +"Two hundred and sixty dollars is a good deal +of money. Good-by! I must get on. Come up, +Selim!"</p> + +<p>"Good-by!" said George; and he spurred +up his horse and rode off gayly.</p> + +<p>But not so Harry. He was quite depressed +in spirits by George's remarks. He wished he +had not met him, and he determined that he +would not bother his head by looking at the +matter as George did. It was ridiculous.</p> + +<p>But the more he thought of it, the more +sorry he felt that he had met George Purvis.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5499" id="r5499"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Once more in the Woods.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>"Harry," said Kate, the next day after +this meeting, "when are you going to +get your gun back?"</p> + +<p>"Get my gun back!" exclaimed Harry. +"How am I to do that?"</p> + +<p>"Why, there's money enough," answered +Kate. "You only lent your gun-money to Aunt +Matilda's fund. Take out enough, and get your +gun back."</p> + +<p>"That sounds very well," said Harry; "but +we haven't so much money, after all. The interest +on what we have won't begin to support +Aunt Matilda, and we really ought not to break +in on the principal."</p> + +<p>Kate did not immediately answer. She +thought for a while and then she said:</p> + +<p>"Well, that's what I call talking nonsense. +You must have heard some one say something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> +like that. You never got it out of your own +head."</p> + +<p>"It may not have come out of my own +head," said Harry, who had not told Kate of his +meeting with George Purvis, "but it is true, for +all that. It seems to me that whatever we do +seems all right at first, and then fizzles out. +This telegraph business has done that, straight +along."</p> + +<p>"No, it hasn't," said Kate, with some warmth. +"It's turned out first-rate. I think that interest +idea is all stuff. As if we wanted to set up Aunt +Matilda with an income that would last forever! +Here comes father. I'm going to ask him about +the gun."</p> + +<p>When Mr. Loudon had had the matter laid +before him, he expressed his opinion without +any hesitation.</p> + +<p>"I think, Harry," said he, "that you certainly +ought to go and get your gun."</p> + +<p>And Harry went and got it.</p> + +<p>The rest of that day, which was Saturday, +was delightful, both to Harry and Kate. Harry +cleaned and polished up his gun, and Kate sat +and watched him. It seemed like old times.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> +During those telegraphic days, when they were +all thinking of business and making money, they +seemed to have grown old.</p> + +<p>But all that was over now, and they were a +girl and a boy again. Late in the afternoon, +Harry went out and shot half-a-dozen partridges, +which were cooked for supper, and Mrs. Loudon +said that that seemed like the good old style of +things. She had feared that they were never +going to have any more game on their table.</p> + +<p>On the following Wednesday there was a +half-holiday, and Harry was about to start off +with his gun, when he proposed that Kate should +go with him.</p> + +<p>"But you're going after birds," said Kate, +"and I can't go where you'll want to go—among +the stubble and bushes."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I sha'n't go much after birds," said +Harry. "I wanted to borrow Captain Caseby's +dog, but he's going to use him himself to-day, +and so I don't expect to get much game. But +we can have a good walk in the woods."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Kate. "I'll go along." +And away she went for her hat.</p> + +<p>The walk was charming. It was now September,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> +and the fields were full of bright-colored +fall flowers, while here and there a sweet-gum +tree began to put on autumn tints. The sun +was bright, and there was a strong breeze full +of piney odors from the forests to the west.</p> + +<p>They saw no game; and when they had +rambled about for an hour or so, they sat down +under an oak-tree on the edge of the woods, +and while they were talking, an idea came into +Harry's head. He picked a great big fat toadstool +that was growing near the roots of the +tree, and carrying it about sixty feet from the +tree, he stuck it up on a bush.</p> + +<p>"Now then," said he, taking up his gun, +cocking it, and handing it to Kate, "you take a +shot at that mark."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean that I shall shoot at it?" +exclaimed Kate.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Harry. "You ought to +know how to shoot. And it won't be the first +time you have fired a gun. Take a shot."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Kate. And she took off +her hat and threw it on the grass. Then she +took the gun and raised it to a level with her +eye.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Be easy now," said Harry. "Hold the +butt close against your shoulder. Take your +time, and aim right at the middle of the mark."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I'm shutting the wrong eye," +said Kate. "I always do."</p> + +<p>"Shut your left eye," said Harry. "Get the +sight right between your other eye and the +mark."</p> + +<p>Kate took a good long aim, and then, summoning +all her courage, she pulled the trigger.</p> + +<p>The gun went off with a tremendous bang! +The toadstool trembled for an instant, and then +tumbled off the bush.</p> + +<p>"Hurra!" shouted Harry. "You've hit it +fair!" And he ran and brought it to her, riddled +with shot-holes. Kate was delighted with +her success, and would have been glad to have +spent the rest of the afternoon firing at a mark. +But Harry was not well enough supplied with +powder and shot for that. However, he gave +her another shot at a piece of paper on the bush. +She made three shot-holes in it, and Harry said +that would do very well. He then loaded up +again, and then they started off for home. The +path they took led through a corner of the woods.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> + +<p>They had not gone far before they met +Gregory Montague.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mah'sr Harry!" said Gregory, "I done +foun' a bees' nes'."</p> + +<p>"Where?" cried Harry.</p> + +<p>"Down in a big tree in de holler, dar," pointing +over toward the thickest part of the woods. +"You have to go fru de brush and bushes, but +it's a powerful big nest, Mah'sr Harry, right in +de holler ob de tree."</p> + +<p>"Are you sure it's a bees' nest?" said Harry. +"How do you know?"</p> + +<p>"I knows it's a bees' nest," said Gregory, +somewhat reproachfully. "Didn't I see de bees +goin' in an' out fru a little hole?"</p> + +<p>"Kate," said Harry, "you hold this gun a +little while. I'll run down there and see if it +is really a bee-tree that he has found. Hold it +under your arm, that way, with the muzzle +down. That's it. I'll be back directly." And +away he ran with Gregory.</p> + +<p>And now Kate was left alone in the woods +with a gun under her arm. It was a new experience +for her. She felt proud and pleased to have +control of a gun, and it was not long before she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> +began to think that it would be a splendid thing +if she could shoot something that would do for +supper. How surprised they would all be if she +should bring home some game that she had shot, +all by herself!</p> + +<p>She made up her mind that she would do it, +if she could see anything to shoot.</p> + +<p>And so she walked quietly along the path +with her thumb on the hammer of the gun, all +ready to cock it the instant she should see a +good chance for a shot.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r3992" id="r3992"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Girl and a Gun.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>A short distance beyond the place where +Kate had been left, there was a small by-path; +and when, still carefully carrying her gun, +she reached this path, Kate stopped. Here +would be a good place, she thought, to wait for +game. Something would surely come into that +little path, if she kept herself concealed.</p> + +<p>So she knelt down behind a small bush that +grew at a corner of the two paths, and putting +her gun through the bush, rested the barrel in +a crotch.</p> + +<p>The gun now pointed up the by-path, and +there was an opening in the bush through which +Kate could see for some distance.</p> + +<p>Here, then, she watched and waited.</p> + +<p>The first thing that crossed the path was a +very little bird. It hopped down from a twig, it +jerked its head about, it pecked at something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> +on the ground, and then flew up into a tree. +Kate would not have shot it on any account, for +she knew it was not good to eat; but she could +not help wondering how people ever did shoot +birds, if they did not "hold still" any longer +than that little creature did.</p> + +<p>Then there appeared a small brown lizard. +It came very rapidly right down the path toward +Kate.</p> + +<p>"If it comes all the way," thought Kate, "I +shall have to jump."</p> + +<p>But it did not come all the way, and Kate +remained quiet.</p> + +<p>For some time no living creatures, except +butterflies and other insects, showed themselves. +Then, all of a sudden, there popped into the +middle of the path, not very far from Kate, a +real, live rabbit!</p> + +<p>It was quite a good-sized rabbit, and Kate +trembled from head to foot. Here was a chance +indeed!</p> + +<p>To carry home a fat rabbit would be a triumph. +She aimed the gun as straight toward +the rabbit as she could, having shut the wrong +eye several times before she got the matter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +arranged to her satisfaction. Then she remembered +that she had not cocked the gun, and so +she had to do that, which, of course, made it +necessary for her to aim all over again.</p> + +<p>She cocked only one hammer, and she did it +so gently that it did not frighten the rabbit, +although he flirted his ears a little when he +heard the "click, click!" Everything was so +quiet that he probably thought he heard some +insect, probably a young or ignorant cricket that +did not know how to chirp properly.</p> + +<p>So he sat very still and nibbled at some leaves +that were growing by the side of the path. He +looked very pretty as he sat there, taking his +dainty little bites, and jerking up his head every +now and then, as if he were expecting somebody.</p> + +<p>"I must wait till he's done eating," thought +Kate. "It would be cruel to shoot him now."</p> + +<p>Then he stopped nibbling all of a sudden, as +if he had just thought of something, and as soon +as he remembered what it was, he twisted his +head around and began to scratch one of his +long ears with his hind foot. He looked so +funny doing this that Kate came near laughing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> +but, fortunately, she remembered that that would +not do just then.</p> + +<p>When he had finished scratching one ear, he +seemed to consider the question whether or not +he should scratch the other one; but he finally +came to the conclusion that he would not. He +would rather hop over to the other side of the +path and see what was there.</p> + +<p>This, of course, made it necessary for Kate to +take a new aim at him.</p> + +<p>Whatever it was that he found on the other +side of the path it grew under the ground, and +he stuck his head down as far as he could get +it, and bent up his back, as if he were about +to try to turn a somersault, or to stand on his +head.</p> + +<p>"How round and soft he is!" thought Kate. +"How I should like to pat him. I wonder when +he'll find whatever it is that he's looking for! +What a cunning little tail!"</p> + +<p>The cunning little tail was soon clapped flat +on the ground, and Mr. Bunny raised himself up +and sat on it. He lifted his nose and his fore-paws +in the air and seemed to be smelling something +good. His queer little nose wiggled so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> +comically that Kate again came very near bursting +out laughing.</p> + +<p>"How I would love to have him for a pet!" +she said to herself.</p> + +<p>After sniffing a short time, the rabbit seemed +to come to the conclusion that he was mistaken, +after all, and that he did not really smell anything +so very good. He seemed disappointed, however, +for he lifted up one of his little fore-paws +and rubbed it across his eyes. But, perhaps, he +was not so very sorry, but only felt like taking a +nap, for he stretched himself out as far as he +could, and then drew himself up in a bunch, as +if he were going to sleep.</p> + +<p>"I wish he wouldn't do that," thought Kate, +anxiously. "I don't want to shoot him in his +sleep."</p> + +<p>But Bunny was not asleep. He was thinking. +He was trying to make up his mind about something. +There was no way of finding out what it +was that he was trying to make up his mind +about. He might have been wondering why +some plants did not grow with their roots uppermost, +so that he could get at them without rubbing +his little nose in the dirt; or why trees<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> +were not good to eat right through trunk and +all. Or he might have been trying to determine +whether it would be better for him to go over to +'Lijah Ford's garden, and try to get a bite at +some cabbage-leaves; or to run down to the field +just outside of the woods, where he would very +likely meet a certain little girl rabbit that he +knew very well.</p> + +<p>But whatever it was, he had no sooner made +up his mind about it than he gave one big hop +and was out of sight in a minute.</p> + +<p>"There!" cried Kate. "He's gone!"</p> + +<p>"I reckon he thought he'd guv you 'bout +chance enough, Miss Kate," said a voice behind +her, and turning hurriedly, she saw Uncle Braddock.</p> + +<p>"Why, how did you come here?" she exclaimed. +"I didn't hear you."</p> + +<p>"Reckon not, Miss Kate," said the old man. +"You don't s'pose I was a-goin' to frighten +away yer game. I seed you a-stoopin' down +aimin' at somethin', and I jist creeped along +a little at a time to see what it was. Why, what +<i>did</i> come over you, Miss Kate, to let that ole har +go? It was the puttiest shot I ever did see."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh! I couldn't fire at the dear little thing +while it was eating so prettily," said Kate, letting +down the hammer of the gun as easily as she +could; "and then he cut up such funny little +capers that I came near laughing right out. I +couldn't shoot him while he was so happy, and +I'm glad I didn't do it at all."</p> + +<p>"All right, Miss Kate," said Uncle Braddock, +as he started off on his way through the woods; +"that may be a werry pious way to go a-huntin' +but it won't bring you in much meat."</p> + +<p>When Harry came back from hunting for the +bee-tree, which he did not find, he saw Kate +walking slowly down the path toward the village, +the gun under her arm, with the muzzle carefully +pointed toward the ground.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r5554" id="r5554"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">A Man in a Boat.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>On a very pleasant afternoon that fall, a man +came down Crooked Creek in a small flat-bottomed +boat. He rowed leisurely, as if he +had been rowing a long distance and felt a little +tired. In one end of the boat was a small trunk.</p> + +<p>As this man, who had red hair, and a red face, +and large red hands, pulled slowly along the +creek, turning his head every now and then to +see where he was going, he gradually approached +the bridge that crossed the creek near "One-eyed +Lewston's" cabin. Just before he reached +the bridge, he noticed what seemed to him a +curious shadow running in a thin straight line +across the water. Resting on his oars, and looking +up to see what there was above him to throw +such a shadow, he perceived a telegraph wire +stretching over the creek, and losing itself to +sight in the woods on each side.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p> + +<p>A telegraph wire was an ordinary sight to +this man, but this particular wire seemed to astonish +him greatly.</p> + +<p>"What on earth is this?" he asked out loud. +But there was no one to answer him, and so, +after puzzling his mind for a few minutes, he +rowed on.</p> + +<p>When that man reached the point in the +creek to which he was bound, and, with his trunk +on his shoulder, walked up to the house where +he used to live, he was still more astonished; +for a telegraph wire ran through one corner of +the back yard.</p> + +<p>Cousin Maria now lived in this house, and +George Mason was coming to pay her a visit. +His appearance was rather a surprise to her, but +still she welcomed him. She was a good soul.</p> + +<p>Almost before he asked her how she was, he +put the question to her:</p> + +<p>"What telegraph line's that?"</p> + +<p>So Cousin Maria wiped her hands on her +long gingham apron (she had been washing her +best set of china), and she sat down and told +him all about it.</p> + +<p>"You see, George," said she, "that there line<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> +was the boys' telegraph line, afore they sold it to +the mica people; and when the boys put it up +they expected to make a heap of money, which +I reckon they didn't do, or else they wouldn't +have sold it. But these mica people wanted it, +and they lengthened it at both ends, and bought +it of the boys—or rather of Harry Loudon, for he +was the smartest of the lot, and the real owner +of the thing—he and his sister Kate—as far as I +could see. And when they stretched the line +over to Hetertown, they came to me and told +me how the line ran along the road most of the +way, but that they could save a lot of time and +money (though I don't see how they could save +much of a lot of money when, accordin' to all +accounts, the whole line didn't cost much, bein' +just fastened to pine-trees, trimmed off, and if +it had cost much, them boys couldn't have built +it, for I reckon the mica people didn't help 'em +a great deal, after all) if I would let them cut +across my grounds with their wire, and I hadn't +no objection, anyway, for the line didn't do no +harm up there in the air, and so I said certainly +they might, and they did, and there it is."</p> + +<p>When George Mason heard all this, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> +walked out of the back-door and over to the +wood-pile, where he got an axe and cut down +the pole that was in Cousin Maria's back yard. +And when the pole fell, it broke the wire, just as +Mr. Martin had got to the sixth word of a message +he was sending over to Hetertown.</p> + +<p>Cousin Maria was outraged.</p> + +<p>"George Mason!" said she, "you can stay +here as long as you like, and you can have part +of whatever I've got in the house to eat, but I'll +never sit down to the table with you till you've +mended that wire and nailed it to another pole."</p> + +<p>"All right," answered George Mason. +"Then I'll eat alone."</p> + +<p>When Mr. Martin and the mica-mine people +and the Akeville people and Harry and Kate +and all the boys and everybody black and white +heard what had happened, there was great excitement. +It was generally agreed that something +must be done with George Mason. He +had no more right to cut down that pole because +he had once lived on the place, than he had to +go and cut down any of the neighbors' beanpoles.</p> + +<p>So the sheriff and some deputy sheriffs, (Tony<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> +Kirk among them), and a constable and a number +of volunteer constables, went off after George +Mason, to bring him to justice.</p> + +<p>It was more than a week before they found +him, and it is probable that they would not +have captured him at all, had he not persisted in +staying in the neighborhood, so as to be on +hand with his axe, in case the line should be +repaired.</p> + +<p>"It's all along of my tellin' him that that +line was got up by them Loudon children," said +Cousin Maria. "He hates Mr. Loudon worse +than pisen, because he was the man that found +out all his tricks."</p> + +<p>Mason was taken to the court-house and +locked up in the jail. Almost all the people of +the county, and some people belonging to adjoining +counties, made up their minds to be at +the court-house when his trial should take place.</p> + +<p>On the second night of his imprisonment, +George Mason forced open a window of his cell +and went away. And what was more, he staid +away. He had no desire to be at the court-house +when his trial took place.</p> + +<p>No one felt more profound satisfaction when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> +George Mason left the country, and the telegraph +line was once more in working order, than +Harry and Kate.</p> + +<p>They had an idea that if George Mason, +should persist in cutting the telegraph line, the +Mica Company would give it up, and that they +might be called upon to refund the money on +which Aunt Matilda depended for support. +They had been told that they need not trouble +themselves about this, as the Mica Company +had taken all risks; but still they were delighted +when they heard that George Mason had cleared +out, and that there was every reason to suppose +that he would not come back.</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r9533" id="r9533"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Aunt Matilda's Letter.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>One afternoon, about the end of October, +Aunt Matilda was sitting in her big +straight-backed chair, on one side of her fireplace. +There was a wood fire blazing on the +hearth, for the days were getting cool and the +old woman liked to be warm. On the other +side of the fireplace sat Uncle Braddock. Sitting +on the floor, between the two, were John William +Webster and Dick Ford. In the doorway +stood Gregory Montague. He was not on very +good terms with Aunt Matilda, and was rather +afraid to come in all the way. On the bed sat +Aunt Judy.</p> + +<p>It must not be supposed that Aunt Matilda +was giving a party. Nothing of the kind. +These colored people were not very much engrossed +with business at this time of the year, +and as it was not far from supper-time, and as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> +they all happened to be near Aunt Matilda's +cabin that afternoon, they thought they'd step +in and see her.</p> + +<p>"Does any of you uns know," asked Aunt +Matilda, "whar Ole Miles is now? Dey tells +me he don't carry de mails no more."</p> + +<p>"No," said John William Webster, who was +always quick to speak. "Dey done stop dat ar. +Dey got so many letters up dar at de mica mines, +dat dey send all the big ones to de pos'-office in +a bag an' a buggy, and dey send de little ones +ober de telegraph."</p> + +<p>"But whar's Ole Miles?" repeated Aunt +Matilda.</p> + +<p>"He's a-doin' jobs up aroun' de mines," said +Uncle Braddock. "De las' time I see him he +was a-whitewashin' a fence."</p> + +<p>"Well, I wants to see Ole Miles," said Aunt +Matilda. "I wants him to carry a letter fur +me."</p> + +<p>"I'll carry yer letter, Aunt Matilda," said Dick +Ford; and Gregory Montague, anxious to curry +favor, as it was rapidly growing near to ash-cake +time, stated in a loud voice that he'd take it +"fus thing in de mornin'."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don' want none o' you uns," said Aunt Matilda. +"Ole Miles is used to carryin' letters, and +I wants him to carry my letter. Ef you'd like +ter keep yerse'f out o' mischief, you Greg'ry, you +kin go 'long and tell him I wants him to carry a +letter fur me."</p> + +<p>"I'll do that," said Gregory, "fus' thing in de +mornin'."</p> + +<p>"Better go 'long now," said Aunt Matilda.</p> + +<p>"Too late now, Aunt Matilda," said Gregory, +anxiously. "Couldn't git dar 'fore dark, no +how, and he'd be gone away, and I 'spect I +couldn't fin' him."</p> + +<p>"Whar is yer letter?" asked Uncle Braddock.</p> + +<p>"Oh, 'tain't writ yit," said Aunt Matilda. "I +wants some o' you uns to write it fur me. Kin +any o' you youngsters write writin'?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, ma'am," said John William Webster. +"Greg'ry kin write fus-rate. He's been ter +school mor'n a month."</p> + +<p>"You shet up!" cried Gregory, indignantly. +"Ise been to school mor'n dat. Ise been free +or four weeks. And I know'd how to write +some 'fore I went. Mah'sr George teached me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You'd better git Miss Kate to write yer +letter," said Aunt Judy. "She'd spell it out a +great sight better dan Gregory Montague, I +reckons."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't want Miss Kate to write dis +hyar letter. She does enough, let alone writin' +letters fur me. Come 'long hyar, you Greg'ry. +Reach up dar on dat shelf and git dat piece o' +paper behin' de 'lasses gourd."</p> + +<p>Gregory obeyed promptly, and pulled out a +half-sheet of note-paper from behind the gourd. +The paper had been there a good while, and was +rather yellow-looking. There was also a drop +of molasses on one corner of it, which John +William said would do to seal it up with; but +Gregory wiped it carefully off on the leg of his +trousers.</p> + +<p>"Now, den," said Aunt Matilda; "sot yerse'f +right down dar on de floor. Git off dat ar +smooth board, you Dick, an' let Greg'ry put his +paper dar. I hain't got no pen, but hyar's a +pencil Miss Kate lef' one day. But it ain't got +no pint. Ef some of you boys has got a knife, +ye kin put a pint to it."</p> + +<p>Uncle Braddock dived into the recesses of his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span> +dressing-gown, and produced a great jack-knife, +with a crooked iron blade and a hickory handle.</p> + +<p>"Look a-dar!" cried John William Webster. +"Uncle Braddock's a-gwine ter chop de pencil +up fur kindlin'-wood."</p> + +<p>"None o' yer laughin' at dis knife," said +Uncle Braddock, with a frown. "I done made +dis hyar knife mese'f."</p> + +<p>A better knife, however, was produced by +Dick Ford, and the pencil was sharpened. Then +Gregory Montague stretched himself out on the +floor, resting on his elbows, with the paper before +him and the pencil in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Is you ready?" said Aunt Matilda.</p> + +<p>"All right," said Gregory. "Yer can go +'long."</p> + +<p>Aunt Matilda put her elbows on her knees +and her chin in her hands, and looked into the +fire. Gregory and every one else waited quite +a while for her to begin.</p> + +<p>"Ye had better put de number ob de year +fus," suggested Uncle Braddock.</p> + +<p>"Well, ye kin put dat," said Aunt Matilda, +"while I'm a-workin' out de letter in my mind."</p> + +<p>There now arose a discussion as to what was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> +the "number of the year." Aunt Judy knew +that the "war" was somewhere along in "sixty," +and thought it must certainly be seventy or +eighty by this time; while Uncle Braddock, who +was accustomed to look back a long way, was +sure it was "nigh on to a hun'red."</p> + +<p>Dick Ford, however, although he was not a +writer, could read, and had quite a fancy for +spelling out a newspaper, and he asserted that +the year was eighteen hundred and seventy, and +so it was put down "180070," much to the disgust +of Uncle Braddock, who did not believe it +was so much.</p> + +<p>"Yer ought to say ef it's before Christ or +after Christ," said Aunt Judy. "Old Mah'sr +Truly Mathers 'splained dat to me, 'bout years."</p> + +<p>"Well, then," said Gregory, ready with his +pencil, "which is it?"</p> + +<p>Dick Ford happened to know a little on the +subject, and so he told Gregory how he should +put down "B. C." for "before Christ," and +"A. C." for "after Christ," and that "A. C." +was right for this year.</p> + +<p>This was set down in Gregory's most careful +lettering.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Dat dar hind letter's got the stumic-ache," +said John William Webster, putting his long +finger, black on top and yellow underneath, on +the C, which was rather doubled up.</p> + +<p>Nobody thought of the month or the day, +and so the letter was considered dated.</p> + +<p>"Now, den," said Gregory, "who's it to?"</p> + +<p>"Jist never you mind who's it to," answered +Aunt Matilda. "I know, an' that's enough to +know."</p> + +<p>"But you've got to put de name on de +back," said Aunt Judy, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Dat's so," said Uncle Braddock, with equal +anxiety.</p> + +<p>"No, I hain't," remarked Aunt Matilda. +"I'll tell Ole Miles who to take it to. Put down +for de fus' thing:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'Ise been thinkin' fur a long time dat I oughter to write about +dis hyar matter, and I s'pose you is the right one to write to.'"</p></div> + +<p>"What matter's dat?" asked Aunt Judy.</p> + +<p>"Neber you mind," replied Aunt Matilda.</p> + +<p>Slowly and painfully, Gregory printed this +sentence, with Dick Ford close on one side of +him; with John William's round, woolly head +stuck almost under his chin; with Uncle Braddock<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> +leaning over him from his chair; and +Aunt Judy standing, peering down upon him +from behind.</p> + +<p>"Dat's wrong," said Dick Ford, noticing +that Gregory had written the last words thus: +"rite 1 ter rite 2." "She don't want no figgers."</p> + +<p>"What did she say 'em fur, den?" asked +Gregory.</p> + +<p>"Now, Greg'ry," said Aunt Matilda, "put +down dis:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'I don't want to make no trouble, and I wouldn't do nothin' +to trouble dem chillen; but Ise been a-waitin' a good long +while now, and I been thinkin' I'd better write an' see 'bout it.'"</p></div> + +<p>"What you want to see 'bout?" asked +Aunt Judy, quickly.</p> + +<p>"Neber you min' what it is," replied Aunt +Matilda. "Go on, you Greg'ry, and put down:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'Dat money o' mine was reel money, and when I put it in, +I thought I'd git it back ag'in afore dis.'"</p></div> + +<p>"How much was it, Aunt Matilda?" asked +Uncle Braddock, while Aunt Judy opened her +eyes and her mouth, simply because she could +not open her ears any wider than they were.</p> + +<p>"Dat's none o' your business," replied Aunt +Matilda. "Now put down:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'I 'spect dem telegram fixin's cost a lot o' money, but I don't +'spect it's jist right to take all an ole woman's money to build +'em.'"</p></div> + +<p>"Lor's <i>ee</i>!" ejaculated Uncle Braddock, +"dat's so!"</p> + +<p>"Now you Greg'ry," continued Aunt Matilda, +"put down:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'Ef you write me a letter 'bout dat ar money, you kin giv it to Ole +Miles.'</p></div> + +<p>Now sign my name to dat ar letter."</p> + +<p>The next day, having been summoned by +the obliging Gregory, Old Miles made his appearance +in Aunt Matilda's cabin.</p> + +<p>The old woman explained to him that the +letter was so important that she could trust it to +no one who was not accustomed to carry letters, +and Miles was willing and proud to exercise his +skill for her benefit.</p> + +<p>"Now, den," said she; "take dis hyar letter +to de man what works de telegrum in Hetertown, +and fotch me back an answer."</p> + + +<hr class="major" /> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<a name="r2874" id="r2874"></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2><h3><span class="smcap">Time to Stop.</span></h3> +</div> + +<p>About a week after this letter was written, +Kate said to Harry:</p> + +<p>"You really ought to have Aunt Matilda's +roof mended. There are several holes in it. I +think her house ought to be made tight and +warm before winter; don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Harry. "I'll get some +shingles and nail them over the holes to-morrow."</p> + +<p>The next day was Saturday, and a rainy day. +About ten o'clock Harry went to Aunt Matilda's +cabin with his shingles and a hammer and nails. +Kate walked over with him.</p> + +<p>To their surprise they found the old woman +in bed.</p> + +<p>"Why, what is the matter, Aunt Matilda?" +asked Kate. "Are you sick?"</p> + +<p>"No, honey, I isn't sick," said the old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span> +woman; "but somehow or other I don't keer to +git up. Ise mighty comfurt'ble jist as I is."</p> + +<p>"But you ought to have your breakfast," said +Kate. "What is this basin of water doing on +the foot of your bed?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't 'sturb dat ar tin basin," said +Aunt Matilda. "Dat's to ketch der rain. Dar's +a hole right ober de foot o' de bed."</p> + +<p>"But you won't want that now," said Kate. +"Harry's going to nail shingles over all the holes +in your roof."</p> + +<p>"An' fall down an' break his neck. He +needn't do no sich foolishness. Dat ar tin +basin's did me fur years in and years out, and I +neber kicked it ober yit. Dere's no use a-mendin' +holes dis time o' day."</p> + +<p>"It's a very good time of day," said Harry, +who was standing in the door; "and it isn't +raining now. You used to have a ladder here, +Aunt Matilda. If you'll tell me where it is, I +can mend that hole over your bed without getting +on the roof at all."</p> + +<p>"Jist you keep away from de roof," said the +old woman. "Ef you go hammerin' on dat ole<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> +roof you'll have it all down on me head. I don't +want no mendin' dis time o' day."</p> + +<p>Finding that Aunt Matilda was so much opposed +to any carpenter-work on her premises at +that time, Harry went home, while Kate remained +to get the old woman some breakfast.</p> + +<p>Aunt Matilda felt better that afternoon, and +she sat up and ate her supper with Uncle Braddock +(who happened to be there); but as she +was evidently feeling the effects of her great age, +an arrangement was made, by which Aunt Judy +gave up her cabin and came to live with Aunt +Matilda and take care of her.</p> + +<p>One morning, about a week after the rainy +Saturday, Mrs. Loudon came over to see Aunt +Matilda. She found the old woman lying on +the bed, and evidently worried about something.</p> + +<p>"You see, Miss Mary," said Aunt Matilda, +"Ise kind o' disturbed in me min'. I rit a letter +a long time ago, and Ole Miles ain't fetched me +no answer yit, and it sorter worries me."</p> + +<p>"I didn't know you could write," said Mrs. +Loudon, somewhat surprised.</p> + +<p>"Neither I kin," said Aunt Matilda. "I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> +jist got dat Greg'ry Montague to write it fur +me, and dear knows what he put in it."</p> + +<p>"Who was your letter to, Aunt Matilda?" +asked Mrs. Loudon.</p> + +<p>"I do' know his name, but he works de telegrum +at Hetertown. An' I do' min' tellin' you +'bout it, Miss Mary, ef you do' worry dem +chillen. De letter was 'bout my money in de +telegrum comp'ny. Dat was reel silber money, +an' I hain't heerd nor seed nothin' of it sence."</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Loudon went home she told +Harry and Kate of Aunt Matilda's troubles.</p> + +<p>Neither of them said anything at the time, +but Harry put on his hat and went up to the +store, while Kate sat down to her sewing.</p> + +<p>After a while, she said:</p> + +<p>"I think, mother, it's pretty hard in Aunt +Matilda, after all we've done for her, to think of +nothing but the ten cents she put into the stock +of the company."</p> + +<p>"It is perfectly natural," said Mrs. Loudon. +"That ten cents was her own private property, +and no matter how small a private property may +be, it is of greater interest to the owner than +any other property in the world. To be sure,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> +the money that was paid for the telegraph line +is for Aunt Matilda's benefit, but you and Harry +have the management and the spending of it. +But that ten cents was all her own, and she +could spend it just as she chose."</p> + +<p>The next day Kate went over to Aunt Matilda +with two silver ten-cent pieces that Harry +had got from Mr. Darby.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Matilda," said she, "this is not the +very same ten-cent piece you put into the company, +but it's just as good; and Harry thinks +that you have about doubled your money, and so +here's another one."</p> + +<p>The old woman, who was sitting alone by +the fire wrapped up in a shawl, took the money, +and putting it in the hollow of her bony hand, +gazed at it with delight.</p> + +<p>Then she looked up at Kate.</p> + +<p>"You is good chillen," she said. "You is +mighty good chillen. I don't 'spect I'll lib much +longer in dis hyar world. Ise so precious old +dat it's 'bout time to stop. But I don't 'spects +I'll find nobody in heben that'll be more reel +comfort to me dan you chillen."</p> + +<p>"Oh Aunt Matilda!" cried Kate. "Why,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +you'll meet all your friends and relations that +you talk so much about and who died so long +ago."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Aunt Matilda, very deliberately, +"perhaps I shall, and perhaps I sha'n't; dere's +no tellin'. But dere ain't no mistakin' 'bout +you chillen."</p> + +<p>That afternoon, when Uncle Braddock called, +Aunt Matilda said to him:</p> + +<p>"Ef you see Ole Miles ye kin tell him he +needn't bring me no answer to dat letter."</p> + +<p>Very early one morning, a few days after this, +Kate went over to Aunt Matilda's cabin.</p> + +<p>She saw Aunt Judy standing at the door.</p> + +<p>"How's Aunt Matilda?" asked Kate.</p> + +<p>"Gone to glory," said Aunt Judy.</p> + +<p>Aunt Matilda was buried under a birch-tree +near the church that she used to attend when +able to walk.</p> + +<p>That portion of her "fund" which remained +unexpended at the time of her death was used +to pay her funeral expenses and to erect a suitable +tombstone over her grave. On the stone +was an inscription. Harry composed it, and +Kate copied it carefully for the stonecutter.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p> + +<p>And thus, after much hard labor and anxious +thought, after many disappointments and a great +deal of discouragement, Harry and Kate performed +to the end the generous task they had +set themselves, which was just what might have +been expected of such a boy and such a girl.</p> + +<p style='text-align:center'><br/>THE END.<br/><br/></p> + +<hr class='full' /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> +<p>1. Punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards.</p> +<p>2. Typographic errors corrected from original:<br/> + p. 13 find to fine ("fine head for mathematics")<br/> + p. 63 "Mr. Mr." to "Mr." ("pacify Mr. Matthews")<br/> + p. 78 "hubhub" to "hubbub" ("heard above the hubbub")<br/> + p. 96 "grumly" to "grimly" ("said Aunt Matilda, grimly")<br/> + p. 129 "buiness" to "business" ("business should not be diverted")<br/> + p. 181 or to for ("for it was quite evident")</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's What Might Have Been Expected, by Frank R. 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