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"Here comes mother," she said, with a sort of breathlessness, as if speaking her thought aloud, and through the open door the Marches could see the old lady on the stairs. She paused half-way down, and turning, called up: "Coonrod! Coonrod! You bring my shawl down with you." Her daughter Mela called out to her, "Now, mother, Christine 'll give it to you for not sending Mike."
It was in a house upon land owned by Coonrod Pile that "Deaf and Dumb Jimmy Crockett" spent the last years of his life, and from which he made so many journeys to locate the silver mine of the Indians who had held him captive and who pinioned him to the ground while they dug their ore, never allowing him to see where they worked, but using him to help carry the mined product.
But what I'm talking about now is Coonrod. I don't object to his doin' all the charity he wants to, and the Lord knows I've never been stingy with him about it. He might have all the money he wants, to give round any way he pleases." "That's what I told him once, but he says money ain't the thing or not the only thing you got to give to them poor folks.
It wouldn't do for you to go with any other young man. Conrad will go with you." "I'm not certain I want to go, yet," said Christine. "Well, settle that among yourselves. But if you want to go, your brother will go with you." "Of course, Coonrod 'll go, if his sisters wants him to," the old woman pleaded.
To-day many of the acres owned by Coonrod Pile and John M. Clemens have passed the hundred-dollar mark and are climbing toward that whispered and seemingly fabulous figure. And this, too, before the coming of the railroad for which "Squire Hawkins" could not wait.
York had been given seventy-five acres, "part level and part hilly," that was the share of her aunt, Polly Pile. In the cave above the spring, which was Coonrod Pile's first home, William York built a blacksmith's shop, where he mended log-wagons and did the work in wood and metal the neighborhood required.
My son and me we differed about a good-many things." His chin shook, and from time to time he stopped. "I wasn't very good to him, I reckon; I crossed him where I guess I got no business to cross him; but I thought everything of Coonrod. He was the best boy, from a baby, that ever was; just so patient and mild, and done whatever he was told. I ought to 'a' let him been a preacher!
"Here comes mother," she said, with a sort of breathlessness, as if speaking her thought aloud, and through the open door the Marches could see the old lady on the stairs. She paused half-way down, and turning, called up: "Coonrod! Coonrod! You bring my shawl down with you." Her daughter Mela called out to her, "Now, mother, Christine 'll give it to you for not sending Mike."
He turned upon the dog sent after him and seizing the aggressor by the hair at his back lifted him from the ground and maintaining his dignity trotted out of the corn-field carrying the squirming dog. That jack was pensioned. He was given his full supply of corn in winter and granted the freedom of the meadows and the mountainsides in summer. Old Coonrod would never sell him.
It would not be true; I did not wish to be here; and and what I think what I wish to do that is something I will not let any one put me in a false position about. No!" The blood rushed into the young man's gentle face, and he met his father's glance with defiance. Dryfoos turned from him to Fulkerson without speaking, and Fulkerson said, caressingly: "Why, of course, Coonrod!
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