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During the Reconstruction period and many years following, he, with such characters as Sap Grant, Neal Simonds, Henry Sallins, Watson and others, made nights hideous on Dry Pond by their brawls and frolics. In introducing Teck Pervis to the reader, I wish to briefly call attention to that peculiar class in the South known as the "Poor Whites."
A man of finer grain than Edward Neal would have known the whole truth in that first second, by the blank stern look which spread like a cloud over George Ware's face; but the open-hearted fellow only thought that he had perhaps seemed too familiar and went on, "I beg your pardon, Mr. Ware.
I'll keep them dandering about the door for a while, and do you get your horses and out by the back way into the field. You can strike the road again lower down." It was late in the evening when Donald and Neal, with weary horses and wearier limbs, came close to Antrim.
Neal saw all this with a lofty indignation; he deplored the degeneracy of the times, and thought it hard that the descendant of such a fighting family should be doomed to pass through life peaceably, while so many excellent rows and riots took place around him.
To the little clerk it seemed an age before he could reach the exit through which the tall figure had passed. He ran around people and dodged and ducked, oblivious of the curious watching of the crowd. At last he gained the exit. The tall man was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Neal found himself on Forty-Second Street, east of Fourth Avenue.
I hain't had a chance to chase lions an' tigers; but I've shot grizzlies over in Canada, and that's scarey work, you better b'lieve! and I tell you there's no sport that'll bring out the grit and ingenuity that's in a man like moose-hunting. Now, boys, ask me any questions you like, an' I'll try to answer 'em." "You said something to-day about moose 'crunching twigs," began Neal eagerly.
He would, indeed, have preferred the bottle upon principle; but there was no getting at the bottle except through the wife, and it so happened that by the time it reached him there was little consolation left in it. Neal bore all in silence; for silence, his friend had often told him, was a proof of wisdom. Soon after this, Neal one evening met Mr.
Hope parried these complaints as well as he could, telling Neal that a soldier's first duty was obedience, that in good time he would be given something to do; that in the meanwhile he must show himself brave by being patient! "It is harder," he said, "to conquer yourself than to conquer your enemy." One day, when Neal had been a week in captivity, he broke out passionately to Hope
"Perhaps you're right, Miss Neal," said Hal, a little startled by the acuteness of her judgment, and a little piqued as well. "Though you condemn me to a life of uselessness on scant evidence." She went scarlet. "Oh, please! You know I didn't mean that. But you seem too too easy-going, too " "Too ornamental to be useful?" Suddenly she stamped her foot at him, flaming into a swift exasperation.
Donald, with wonderful gentleness, took Neal' clothes off him, put on him a night shirt of Felix Matier's, and laid him between cool sheets. "Sit you here, Peg," he said, when he had bandaged the cut head, "with the jug of water beside you, and keep the bandage wet. The other bruises are nothing, but a broken head needs to be minded. Now, Neal, don't you talk."
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