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Updated: June 1, 2025
I don't believe I'll harvest fifteen bushels to the acre." "Fifteen bushels!" another neighbor exclaimed. "Fifteen ears to the row a section long would encourage me, Darley Champers told me when I took up my claim, if I'd plant a grove or two, that in three years the trees would be so big that rainfall would be abundant. You all know my catalpa woods is a wonder," he added with a wink.
"You'd just like to get away from it, now, wouldn't you?" he asked persuasively. "I surely would, when I think of the suffering there will be," Virginia replied. "Our staying won't help matters any." "Not a bit! Not a bit," Champers asserted. "It's too bad you can't go." Virginia looked up wonderingly. "Madam, I haven't no supplies. They're all gone, I think.
"Yes, I know that. I mean, you say he does?" Smith seemed too preoccupied to follow his own words, but Champers followed Smith shrewdly enough. They made a hasty but careful examination of the premises, keeping wide of the cabin where the sick man lay. "He's got three horses in there.
"I always said when that bend went dry, I'd leave the country, but I can't," Jim Shirley said doggedly. "Why not?" Champers inquired. "Because I can't throw away the only property I have in the world, and I haven't the means to get away, let alone start up anywhere else." "We're all in the same boat," Bennington declared.
"I bought of Darley Champers for sixteen hundred dollars. I paid two hundred down just now. I've been saving it two years; since I left the high school at Careyville. Butter and eggs and chickens and some other things." She hesitated, and a dainty pink tint swept her cheek.
I hope Pryor will not be in their line of march." "Pryor Gaines'd better stayed right here. It's what's likely to happen to a man who goes missionarying too far, and we could 'a used him here." It was an unusual concession for Darley Champers to make regarding the church, and Asher looked keenly at him.
"I see a danged fool," Darley Champers cried, springing up. "Come down here in twenty-five years and make a hunt for me, then," Asher said with a smile, but Champers had already plunged inside the schoolhouse. The council following was a brief one.
"No more ambition than a cat. One of them quiet, good-natured fellers that are as stubborn as the devil once they take a stand. Just a danged clod-hopper farmer, but he don't leave no enemies behind him. That's enough to make any man hate him. He's balked twice when I tried to drive. I'll not be fooled by him always." So Champers thought as he watched Asher Aydelot walk out of the room.
Darley Champers sat half asleep in his office on the afternoon of this day. His coat and vest were flung on a chair, his collar was on the floor under the desk, his sleeves were rolled above his elbows. The heat affected his big bulky frame grievously.
Open that window," Darley Champers complained. "What kept you fellows so long, anyhow?" "Business kep' me, and Smith here, he stop to peek at a pretty girl for goot as ten minute," Hans Wyker said jocosely. Champers stared at Thomas Smith, whose small eyes gleamed back at him. "Oh, I just turned to look at Miss Shirley in the dining room. Can't a man look at a pretty girl if he is past forty-five?
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