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"He ought to be licked if he stole," said Captain Fishley, glancing sternly at me; "or if he didn't behave himself, and be respectful to his employers." "What did he steal, Mr. Barkspear?" I asked, indignantly. "Well, he stole some things out of the buttery." "Yes, sir! That's just what he stole something to eat!
I was going to say something to eat; but I felt kinder 'shamed. I was cuttin' wood for the fire, when he come over, with an old blunt axe, the only one Barkspear would let me use. So I told him I'd like a good axe, because I couldn't think of anything else I wanted. He gin me the best axe he could find in town. I used it when Barkspear wan't round; but I kept it hid away in the barn.
"I allus took care on him, and sent him to school every winter, when there warn't much to do; and it's shameful for him to treat me so. He hain't got no gratitude in him." "Did you have any trouble with him?" asked the captain. "Well, we did hev a little yesterday mornin'. He stole some things out of the house, and I licked him for't," replied Barkspear, rather sheepishly.
"Mis' Barkspear saw me coming out of the house, and when she missed the pork and taters, she knowed I did it. She told the old man I'd eat up the dinner for that day. Barkspear licked me, and I quit. I hain't had nothin' to eat since," said he, bursting into tears. I pushed the raft back to the landing-place again. "You won't tell on me, Buck will you?" pleaded he. "No.
"You shall have all you want." "Goody!" shouted he. "You must keep still about it, and not say a word to any one." "I don't see nobody. I have to keep out of sight, or Barkspear will catch me. I'm bound to him. I shan't tell nobody." "In a few days we will have the house ready for you to live in; and I will bring you all you need to eat." "That's all I want."
He lived with a farmer by the name of Barkspear, who had the reputation of being the stingiest man in Torrentville, if not in the county. Sim was a great, stout, bow-legged fellow, as good-natured as the day was long. He always looked as though he had recently escaped from the rag-bag, with its odds and ends sticking to him.
"I didn't think your boy would try to kiver him up. Sim hadn't any business to run away, jest when he was gittin' big enough to be some help to me about the farm." "I would have run away if I had been in his place," I ventured to remark, perhaps foolishly, for I could not bear to see Barkspear assuming to be an injured man, when his own meanness had driven poor Sim from his home.
I had told his father, but he would not believe me. I was afraid that Squire Fishley would blame me for the testimony I had given; but he did not, much as he regretted his brother's misfortune. Our party left the office together. As we were going out, Mr. Barkspear put his hand on Sim Gwynn's arm, and frightened him nearly out of his scanty wits. The poor fellow flew to the protection of Mr.
He didn't have breakfast enough to keep his stomach from grumbling, and he stole a piece of boiled pork and some cold potatoes." "That boy eats more'n enough for four men!" exclaimed Barkspear, in disgust. "No matter if he does; he ought not to be starved. In this house we have enough to eat, and that which is first rate too.
"Are you deaf, Buck?" demanded he, sharply, and with that ugly look he had worn since our troubles began. "Not much," I replied. "Mr. Barkspear asked you if you had seen Sim Gwynn. Why don't you answer him?" "I would rather not answer him," I replied; for, whatever other faults I had, I felt above lying and stealing.
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