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"I meant to keep my promise, whatever happened to me," I replied, cheered by his kindness and good will. Ham Fishley looked very pale, and his father looked very ugly. Quite a number of witnesses were present, including the postmaster of Riverport. The examination was commenced, and I pleaded not guilty.
"I didn't do it; but I saw it done; and I know who did it, Ham Fishley." "Humph! I shouldn't wonder if he meant to lay it to me, father!" added Ham. "That's just what I mean to do. I saw Ham take the money out of the envelope, and then burn the letter." "Well, that's a good one!" said Ham, laughing heartily; but his face was pale, and his laugh hollow. Captain Fishley looked at his son earnestly.
Fishley touched the child or not," said he, savagely. "No boy in my house shall insult my wife, or raise his hand against her." "And no man or woman, in this or any other house, shall raise his hand against my sister," I answered. "She sat there like a log of wood, and let the flapjacks burn," snarled Mrs. Fishley. "She hadn't anything to do with the flapjacks.
She was always wanting me; and somehow I never happened to be in the right place, or to do anything in the right way. Mrs. Fishley believed she was one of the most amiable, self-denying, self-sacrificing, benevolent women in the world. Nobody else believed it. She had to endure more trials, bear more crosses, undergo more hardships, than any other housekeeper in town.
I was astonished, shocked, at this spectacle; for, unlike politicians in general, Squire Fishley had made his reputation, and his political capital, on his high moral and religious character. I had often heard what a good man the distinguished senator was, and I was horrified at seeing him drunk.
"We have over a thousand miles farther to go." "I think I shall only regret the river was not longer when we get to New Orleans." "I wonder what Captain Fishley thinks has become of us," I added, chuckling, as I thought of the family we had left. "He and his wife must be puzzled; but I suppose they won't find out where we are till we write to them." "They will not know at present then.
It was nearly breakfast time when Ham made his appearance, and I imagined that he had found some difficulty in going to sleep with the burden of his crime resting upon his conscience. Squire Fishley did not appear till the family were just ready to sit down at the table. He looked sleepy, stupid, and ashamed of himself, and Mrs. Fishley thought he must have taken cold.
I intended to obtain the food at home if possible; if not, to purchase it at the store. Captain Fishley had probably harnessed the horse himself, for he and the squire had gone away. I went into the house. No one was there but Flora. Mrs. Fishley had gone, with her husband, to sun herself in the smiles of the senator. She never liked to be left at home when there was anything going on.
Before morning we shall be miles away. Don't be alarmed, Flora." "I am not alarmed. I feel ever so much better than I did when I thought of meeting Mrs. Fishley again. Do you think it is right for us to do this, Buckland?" "Right! Of course it is. I don't know of any reason why we should stay with Captain Fishley and his wife, to be kicked and cuffed by them any longer."
"I don't want to make trouble," she replied, the tears coming to her eyes again; "but I wish it was October, that we might leave this house. I'm sure Clarence does not know how much we suffer." "Has Mrs. Fishley been abusing you again?" She looked at me, and wiped away her tears before she answered.
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