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In 1828, however, three years after graduating, he published an anonymous prose romance called "Fanshawe," much more nearly approaching a novel than his later books. It was issued at Boston, by Marsh and Capen; but so successful was Hawthorne in his attempt to exterminate the edition, that not half a dozen copies are now known to be extant.
There's the white, and I give it a crack now and then; but ask either Capen or Starlit, and see if ever they've got anything agen me. And here's a man as never ill-used a 'orse, and on'y kicked young Shock now and then when he'd been extry owdacious, and you say as I tried to upset the load on young un here. Why, master, I'm ashamed on yer. I wouldn't even ha' done it to you."
"Den Jim says, 'Dis isn't a safe place for any on us, an' we'll have to take to our heels agen, an' so de sooner we's off de better. So he did up some vittels, all he had dere, an' gave 'em to me to tote, an' den before de Capen could sneeze he had him up on his back, an' we was off.
Just say smallpox to this town and it goes to pieces like a smashed egg. Old Eb Capen will help, for he's had it, but it needs more than one." "Where are you going to take him?" pointing to the moaning occupant of the bunk. "To one of the empty fish shanties on the beach. There are beds there, such as they are, and the place is secluded. We can burn it down when the fuss is over."
We estimated the power of formidable bows necessary to pierce the hides of these monsters. In fact, it was the acme of our hunting desires. We read the biography of John Capen Adams and his adventures with the California grizzlies, and Roosevelt's admirable descriptions of these animals. They filled out our dreams with detail.
"What are you doing with that shovel?" "Dat to 'crape de fire up. You no see? Pomp bake cake for de capen." "What?" "Oh yes. Plenty cake in de hot ash. Hot bread for um. 'Top see if um done." He looked up at me and laughed as merrily as if there was no danger near. "Mass' George see more Injum?" "No," I said. "They are in the forest somewhere." "Pomp like roace all de whole lot.
"Where are your clothes?" I said, quite disarmed now. "In de tree, Mass' George. Hab noder pull." "No," I said. "Put on your clothes." Pomp threw himself on the ground and began to howl. "What's that for, sir?" "You go tell de capen, and hab poor nigger flog. Ah, Mass' George, you bery cruel young massa." "Get up, Pomp. I'm not going to tell father, but you shouldn't have played me such a trick."
Barnes and Capen rose at once with pleased interest, Henry and Sylvia more slowly; yet they also had expressions of pleasure, albeit restrained. Both strove to draw their faces down, yet that expression of pleasure reigned triumphant, overcoming the play of the facial muscles. They glanced at each other, and each saw an angry shame in the other's eyes because of this joy.
Ebenezer rowed the trio to the beach and the rest of the journey was comparatively easy. The shanty had three rooms, one of which was given up to the patient, one used as a living room, and, in the third, Capen and the minister were to sleep.
To all Paul's remonstrances he would reply: "Yo' doin' all right, Capen, jus' go right 'long, right 'long, sah." Paul soon discovered that the negro knew far less about the river than he knew himself and so he threatened that if Mr. Brown did not keep up, he would be tempted to dump him overboard, where he could renew his acquaintance with his old friends the cat fish.
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