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Gid saw him sink and rise; saw him sink again; and long he waited, but the man did not rise again. Down along the bayou where negro cabins were thickly set, fires were springing up; and there, running from place to place, following white men who bore torches, was Father Brennon. "Don't burn this house!" he cried. "It belongs to the church." "Damn the church!" a man replied.
A long time they sat and talked of neighborhood happenings, the death of a burly man who it was never supposed could die before Wash Sanders was laid away; they talked of the growing dissatisfaction among the negroes, of the church built by Father Brennon, of the trip to be taken to New Orleans by Jim and Tom. The fire-light died down. A chunk fell and the dog jumped up with a sniff and a sneeze.
Judge Penniman was never so ailing that he couldn't reach the harness shop for his game of checkers. The only person he knew who had really worked hard to make something of himself was Spike Brennon. So he resorted to the golf links that summer, heedless and happy.
By the way, do you remember that Catholic priest that came here with a letter of introduction to you?" "Yes, his name is Brennon." "Yes, that's it. But how did he happen to bring a letter to you?" "He came from Maryland with a letter given him by a relative of mine." "Yes, and he has gone to work, I tell you. Do you know what he's doing?
In a tiny slit trench on the forward edge of a railway embankment Private Brennon remarked upon the locomotion of the foreign frog. "Will you look at 'em walk!" said Spike. "Just like an animal! Don't they ever learn to hop like regular gorfs?" Said Private Cowan: "I suppose you saw that girl back there the other day?" "Me and the regiment," said Spike, and chewed gum discreetly.
"But surely the negroes have sense enough to know that the whites would exterminate them within a week." It was some time before Father Brennon replied. His deliberation led the Major to believe that he would speak from his abundant resources; and the planter listened eagerly with his head turned to one side and with his hand behind his ear.
Why haven't you warned us?" The priest smiled. "Your resentment is just," said he. "But the truth is, it was not formulated as an opinion until late last night. I called at your house this morning and was told that you had set out for the county-seat. And I have overtaken you." The Major reined up his horse. Both horses stopped. "Mr. Brennon, you are a gentleman, sir. My hand."
"But you foresee a race war?" "I foresee racial troubles, which in time may result in a war of extermination." "I agree with you, Mr. Brennon," the Major replied. "As time passes it will become more and more clear that the whites and the negroes cannot live together. Their interests may be identical, but they are of a different order and can never agree. And now let us face the truth.
Don't think, from my telling you this, that I am in the least doubt as to the desirability of your company on the road to Brantly. Been some time since I've seen you, Mr. Brennon." "Yes; I have been very busy." "And successfully so, I suppose." "I am not in a position to complain," said the priest. "By the way, will you answer a few questions?" "Gladly, if they're answerable." "I think they are.
It had not, of late, occurred to him that he would be in any danger save from sickness. But he threw off the menacing cold and was fit for the big battle at Fismes, stubbornly pronounced "Fissims" by Private Brennon, after repeated corrections. Private Cowan thought now, when not actually engaged at his loose trade, of his brother. He wished the boy could have been with him.
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