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If there had been no cloud hanging over me, I should have been very happy in the bright prospect before me; but I hoped, when we arrived at Torrentville, that Squire Fishley would find a way to extricate me from my dilemma. "Buck," said Clarence to me, on the day before we started, "you begin life under brighter auspices than I did. Mr.
What I said about Ham was the truth." "The wicked wretch!" gasped Mrs. Fishley. "Why don't you send for the constable?" Poor Flora had heard the story about me, and she trembled with apprehension. How I pitied her! "I will hand him over to Stevens to-morrow, if he don't give up the money before that time," added the captain. I was not permitted to go after the mail that night.
I had told his father, but he would not believe me. I was afraid that Squire Fishley would blame me for the testimony I had given; but he did not, much as he regretted his brother's misfortune. Our party left the office together. As we were going out, Mr. Barkspear put his hand on Sim Gwynn's arm, and frightened him nearly out of his scanty wits. The poor fellow flew to the protection of Mr.
My poor sister was quite cheerful, and did not seem to be disturbed by any timidity. "Hurry up, Sim!" I called to my file-leader. "We have no time to lose." "Won't Captain Fishley come after us?" asked Flora, as Sim quickened his pace. "He will if he knows where to come; but the swamp will be the last place in the world where any one would think of looking for us.
The stable-keeper appeared with his memorandum-book, and astonished Captain Fishley by swearing that Ham had paid him over thirty dollars, within two months, for the use of his best team. The witness also testified that he had seen Ham pay four dollars for two suppers at the hotel in Tripleton, ten miles distant, and that the defendant had told him not to tell his father that he hired the team.
"I had some friends with me who were on the way to New Orleans, and I waited to see them off," answered the senator, with a shudder not at the thought of his friends, perhaps, but on account of the chill which pervaded his frame. "You'll catch your death a cold, Moses," interposed Mrs. Fishley. "I think you'd better take something, to guard against the chills."
"Perhaps not; but when we get tired of it, we can take a steamboat and go the rest of the way. We shall have no tyrants to vex us," I added, with enthusiasm. "I have made a nice house for you, dear Flora." "I will do anything you say, Buckland," said she, clasping her arms around my neck. "I cannot stay here." "Then we must go this very night, before Captain Fishley and his wife return.
Clarence was a good brother, and I am sure he would not have gone, if he had not felt satisfied that Flora and myself were well provided for. I was then a boy of thirteen, handy at almost anything about the farm, the house, and the garden, and Captain Fishley wanted me to come and live with him. Clarence agreed to pay Flora's board, so that she was a boarder at the house of the Fishleys.
Fishley use violence upon my poor sister before, though I afterwards learned that this was not the first time. I was a solid-built, stout fellow of sixteen; and when I seized the shrew by the shoulders, I was in real earnest. I had not made up my mind for this occasion to keep cool, and I did not keep so. I was as mad as a bear robbed of her cubs. The idea of Mrs.
When a body's made up her mind to go, it's desp'ate aggravatin' not to go." At this trying juncture, Squire Fishley interposed, and, after some inquiries in regard to the responsibility of the parties, suggested that his brother should lend the lady money enough to enable her to make her journey.
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