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Why, there ain't a Shawnee or Miami in all these woods thet would he mean enough to take sech an' advantage ez askin' to be helped out by a squaw thet knowed witchcraft. Ez fur thet Paris feller, he wouldn't a-lived a week down in Kain-tuck-ee!" "But all this happened a long, long time ago, Tom, when ways were different," said Paul.

The old man sat down in the doorway and bowed his grey head in his arms. Then, after a moment, he whispered: "She's been dead twenty-two years, Jen. The day Val was born she went away. I'd a-been a better man if she'd a-lived, Jen; and a better father." This was an unusual demonstration between these two.

Polly out in the kitchen was rehearsing her woes to Solomon. "It's my 'pinion if missus lives much longer she'll be queerer'n Dick's hatband. That just wouldn't lay anyhow, I've heerd tell, though I don't know who Dick was and what he'd been doing, but he was mighty queer. 'Pears to me he must a-lived before the war when General Washington licked the English. And there's no suitin' missus.

"No, brother," answered the lady, "I insist on the formality of its being delivered me, with a full ratification of all the concessions stipulated." "Why then I will deliver it to you. There 'tis," cries the squire. "I am sure, sister, you can't accuse me of ever denying to trust my daughter to you. She hath a-lived wi' you a whole year and muore to a time, without my ever zeeing her."

"Sure, an' it's well I know ye," he explained; "but for the life iv me I can't put me finger on ye." She pointed into the store and watched him anxiously. "Now I have ye!" He drew back and looked her up and down, and his expression changed to disappointment. "It cuddent be. I mistook ye. Ye cud niver a-lived in that shanty," thrusting a thumb in the direction of the store.

But the healthy beating up of a scab, he contended the "throwing of the fear of God into a scab," as he expressed it was the only right and proper thing to do. "Our folks never had to do such things," Saxon said finally. "They never had strikes nor scabs in those times." "You bet they didn't," Billy agreed "Them was the good old days. I'd liked to a-lived then." He drew a long breath and sighed.

The old man sat down in the doorway and bowed his grey head in his arms. Then, after a moment, he whispered: "She's been dead twenty-two years, Jen. The day Val was born she went away. I'd a-been a better man if she'd a-lived, Jen; and a better father." This was an unusual demonstration between these two.