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Macdonald Bhain glanced at his brother's face with a look of mingled pity and admiration. "Ah," he said, "Hugh, it's a proud man you are. Macdonalds have plenty of that, whatever, and we come by it good enough.
One glass he mak' me feel good. Two das nice he mak' me feel ver fonny. Three glass yes das mak' me de frien' of hevery bodie. Four das mak' me feel big; I walk de big walk; I am de bes' man all de place. Das good place for stop, eh?" "No," said Macdonald Bhain, gravely, "you need to stop before that." "Ver' good. Ver' good me stop him me. You tak' me on for your man?" Macdonald Bhain hesitated.
Macdonald Bhain flung his arm hastily round his brother's shoulder. "Do not speak like that, Hugh," he said, his voice breaking suddenly. And then he drew away his arm as if ashamed of his emotion, and said, with kindly dignity, "Please God, you will see many days yet, and see your boy come to honor among men." But Black Hugh only shook his head in silence.
His uncle, Macdonald Bhain, too, shared her anxiety in regard to Ranald. "He is the fine, steady lad," he said one night, walking home with her from the church; "and a good winter's work has he put behind him. He is that queeck, there is not a man like him on the drive; but he is not the same boy that he was.
"Then I will be telling you. It is the grace of God." LeNoir stared at him, and then Macdonald Bhain went on to tell him how his brother had suffered and struggled long, and how the minister's wife had come to him with the message of the forgiveness of the great God. And then he read from Ranald's English Bible the story of the unforgiving debtor, explaining it in grave and simple speech.
He laid his hand in a momentary caress upon his boy's shoulder, and sank back again, saying, "Take me out of this." Then Macdonald Bhain turned to Dan Murphy and gravely addressed him: "Dan Murphy, it is an ungodly and cowardly work you have done this day, and the curse of God will be on you if you will not repent."
Before they came to the door, Macdonald Bhain said, with seeming indifference, "You have not been to church since you got up, Hugh. You will be going to-morrow, if it is a fine day?" "It is too long a walk, I doubt," answered his brother. "That it is, but Yankee will drive you in his buckboard," said Macdonald Bhain. "In the buckboard?" said Macdonald Dubh.
At the Sixteenth next morning, before the break of day, Ranald stood in the gloom waiting for the coming of the teams. He had been up most of the night and he was weary in body and sore at heart, but Macdonald Bhain had trusted him, and there must be no mistake. One by one the teams arrived. First to appear was Donald Ross, the elder.
"Yes," said Ranald, slowly, "I will be your friend, too. It is a little thing," he added, unconsciously quoting his father's words. Then LeNoir turned around to Macdonald Bhain, and striking an attitude, exclaimed: "See! You be my boss, I be your man what you call slave. I work for noting, me. Das sure." Macdonald Bhain shook his head.
"Seems to me the Almighty just wants a feller to do the right thing by his neighbor and not be too independent, but go 'long kind o' humble like and keep clean. Somethin' wrong with me, perhaps, but I don't seem to be able to work up no excitement about it. I'd like to, but somehow it ain't in me." When Macdonald Bhain reported this difficulty of Yankee's to Mrs.
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