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For both as republic and state, it has busily heaped honours and solid rewards upon its sons who rescued it from the wilderness. Wherefore and therefore, Luke Coonrod Standifer, son of Ezra Standifer, ex-Terry ranger, simon-pure democrat, and lucky dweller in an unrepresented portion of the politico-geographical map, was appointed Commissioner of Insurance, Statistics, and History.
"Well, do come along, then, mother," said Mela; and she got her out of the room, with Mrs. Mandel's help, and up the stairs. From the top the old woman called down, "You tell Coonrod " She stopped, and he heard her groan out, "My Lord! my Lord!" He sat, one silence in the dining-room, where they had all lingered together, and in the library beyond the hireling watcher sat, another silence.
The men of the valley farmed diversified crops, furnishing all that was needed for food and clothing, and they even raised tobacco for the pipes smoked at the general store run by Coonrod Pile in an end room of his home. It was the day when the weaving-loom was the piano in the home, and all the women carded, spun and wove.
The camp-fire was kept burning and its smoke was seen by other hunters, and Pearson Miller, Arthur Frogge, John Riley and Moses Poor came to Coonrod in the valley, and they too made their homes there, and Pall Mall was founded and descendants of these men are today eighty per cent of the residents in the "Valley of the Three Forks o' the Wolf."
And he was always good, Coonrod was; I'll say that for him. I don't believe he ever give me a minute's care in his whole life. I reckon I liked him about the best of all the children; but I don't know as I ever done much to show it. But you was always good to him, Jacob; you always done the best for him, ever since he was a little feller.
"I reckon it ain't agoun' to be anything very bad; and if it is, Coonrod, why you can just git right up and come out." "It will be all right, mother. And I will go, of course." "There, now, I knowed you would, Coonrod. Now, fawther!" This appeal was to make the old man say something in recognition of Conrad's sacrifice.
It was a kind of satisfaction to Mela to have Miss Vance come, and reassuring as to how it would look to have the funeral there; Miss Vance would certainly not have come unless it had been all right; she had come, and had sent some Easter lilies. "Ain't Christine coming down?" Fulkerson asked Mela. "No, she ain't a bit well, and she ain't been, ever since Coonrod died.
"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."
I don't feel any hardness to him because it was him that got Coonrod killed, as you might say, in one sense of the term; but I've tried to think it out, and I feel like I was all the more beholden to him because my son died tryin' to save him. Whatever I do, I'll be doin' it for Coonrod, and that's enough for me." He seemed to have finished, and he turned to March as if to hear what he had to say.
He was farmer, blacksmith, hunter a man of the mountains who found pleasure in his skill with his rifle. But the memories of him that linger in the valley, or those that are revived at the mention of his name, are of him in the role of husband, father and friend. The Civil War had scattered much of the wealth that Old Coonrod Pile had accumulated and Elijah Pile had conserved.
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