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Families have thus caught the emigrating spirit in sufficient numbers to form clans of pioneer evangelists, and torn themselves out of little Edens to found colonies in dreary moral deserts; and as "the kingdom comes" with more rapid strides such single-eyed emigrations will become more frequent. We are now suddenly introduced into a new country of heavy timber.
"But you will begin at once?" "What, making peace?" "No, father, war," cried the lad eagerly. "Yes," said Sir Morton sternly, "if the Edens do." "Oh, father, how calmly you take it all. I should have thought you would be ready to begin at once."
"Well, sir, you boast of knowing me thoroughly. Let me tell you that I know you, and your position here." "And find it is in every respect a strong one, sir. Well?" "You live here, close at hand to an enemy who covets your lands, and with whom you have fought again and again. You and your ancestors were always enemies with the Edens." "Quite right, sir. Well, what is that to you?"
At least, the key to learning, reading, was given into her hands. Later Protestant sects broke down the limits of sacerdotalism, until women found that they could look forward a little way without losing their Edens, or could even glance backward without being turned into pillars of reproach.
I was born in Edenton, a little white-and-blue town in Middle Georgia, and my name was recorded in the third generation of Edens on the baptismal registry of St. John's Church there. William was born somewhere in a Methodist parsonage, and his name is probably written on the first page of the oldest predestination volume in Heaven. In Edenton the "best families" attended the Episcopal Church.
"Oh, Master Ralph," he cried, "if your father had been here, we should ha' paid them Edens for hanging back as they did." "They did not hang back," cried Ralph angrily; "they fought very bravely." "What!" cried Nick. "Well, I do like that. But I don't care. Dessay I shall be a dead 'un 'fore I gets to the Castle, and then we shall see what Sir Morton will say."
"Because, father," said the lad, speaking in a deeply-moved tone of voice, his eyes flashing and his cheeks flushed. "You have done nothing lately to show how deeply you resent all the old wrongs; and if the Edens hire these men, it will be a good opportunity for fighting our old foes, beating them and taking possession, and ending the feud."
He tried to take his thoughts back to the castle and its defensive powers, if the Edens, strengthened by the gang of mercenaries, should attack them, but it was too hard work to think of the imaginary, when the real was before him in the shape of a pair of great black ravens, flying round and round, and showing plainly against the great grey crags, threatening from moment to moment to attack something down below.
Would the law punish the Edens for the deed? He felt that they would go free. They were to a pretty good extent outlaws, and the deed would never be known beyond their district. The moors and mountains shut them in. But Sir Morton, Ralph felt, would never sit down quietly. He would for certain attack and try to punish the Edens, and the feud would grow more deadly than ever.
Ralph opened his eyes a little wider. "The Edens want no paid help of that kind. We're strong enough to come and take your place whenever we like; but as you won't be there, it will not matter to you." "No," said Ralph, who was sick with pain, and faint from the throbbing caused by his bonds. "But it would be a pity for my father to have you hung as a scarecrow," said Mark mockingly.
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