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"It's my duty to warn you that anythin' you say kin be used ag'in' you," said the sheriff. "Be you comin' along peaceable?" "I'm comin' peaceable," said Abner. "If God's satisfied I be." Abner Levens was locked in the unreliable jail of Coldriver village, and a watch placed over him.
The entrance of Scattergood Baines into Coldriver Valley, and the manner of his first taking root in its soil, are legendary. This much is clear past even disputing in the post office at mail time, or evenings in the grocery he walked in, perspiring profusely, for he was very fat.
"She says she'll go home if I dance with yourn." "And I say," said Homer, with set jaw, "that you fellers is goin' to dance with Yvette, or there's goin' to be more fights in Coldriver 'n Coldriver ever see before. That's my say." He announced he would be back after the next dance, and that somebody would dance with Yvette. "The feller that refuses," said he, "goes outside with me."
Don't see as I kin afford to lose it, seems as though." On the river below Coldriver village were three hamlets each consisting of a general store, a church, and a few scattered dwellings. These villages were the supply centers for the mountain farms that lay behind them.
"I, Farley Curtis, one of the two legal heirs of Solon Beatty, of Coldriver Township, do hereby acknowledge the receipt of ten thousand dollars, the same to be considered an advance of my share of the said Solon Beatty's estate.
True, he had but a moment's glimpse of Coldriver before he decided he had moved there, but the glimpse showed him the location was the one he had been searching for.... Scattergood's specialty, his hobby, was valleys.
"Calc'late you would," said Scattergood, tranquilly, "but there's a law in sich case, made and pervided, callin' that kind of amusement murder ..." It was not Scattergood's custom to publish his emotions; nevertheless he was worried. He appreciated the state of mind which had brought Sarah to Coldriver the spirit of restless, resentful youth, demanding the world for its plaything.
He was a red-haired little fellow, white and thin of face, with pipe-stem legs that dangled pitifully. "I fetched him along," said Scattergood. "I wisht you'd look him over." The audience craned its neck, exclaiming, dropping tears. The heart of Coldriver was well protected, it fancied, by an exterior of harshness and suspicion, but Coldriver was wrong.
For forty years he sailed it with varying success, meeting failures sometimes, scoring victories; but interesting, characteristic in every phase a genius in his way and a man who never took the commonplace course when the unusual was open to him. "I suppose you've looked this man Baines up," said Crane to Keith when they met in the Coldriver tavern.
When we git through, we'll do.... Either you'll take the mornin' train out of Coldriver, or you'll stay and well see. Depends on what I hear." "I could lie," she said. "Folks don't gen'ally lie to me," said Scattergood, gently. "They found out it didn't pay and I hain't much give to believin' nothin' but the truth. We deal in it a lot up this here way." "I hate your people and their dealings."
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