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Updated: May 14, 2025
A sick man like he was, to've kept the kid alone here with him that way!" And he glanced down at the dead figure with severe reprobation. "Never was much good, that Joe Godding!" muttered McWha, always critical. As the two woodsmen discussed the situation, the child, a delicate-featured, blue-eyed girl, was gazing up from under her mop of bright hair, first at one, then at the other.
So they rolled poor Joe Godding up in one of the tarpaulins which covered the sleds, and buried him deep in the snow, under the big elm behind the cabin, and piled a monument of cordwood above him, so that the foxes and wild cats could not disturb his lonely sleep, and surmounted the pile with a rude cross to signify its character.
Not only did it show a brilliant array of eminent names, but a remarkable contrast of former antagonisms: Whigs, Democrats, Free-Soilers, Know-Nothings, Abolitionists; Norman B. Judd, Richard Yates, Ebenezer Peck, Leonard Swett, Lyman Trumbull, David Davis, Owen Lovejoy, Orville H. Browning, Ichabod Godding, Archibald Williams, and many more.
"They do say in the Settlements as how Joe Godding hain't kith nor kin in the world, savin' an' exceptin' the kid only," continued Johnson. McWha nodded indifferently. "Well," went on Johnson, "we can't do nawthin' but take her on to the camp now. Mebbe the Boss'll decide she's got to go back to the Settlement, along o' the fun'ral.
Along the middle of the floor, with bedclothes from the bunk heaped awkwardly upon it in the little one's efforts to warm it back to responsive life, sprawled rigidly the lank body of Joe Godding. Red McWha stared for a moment in silence, then stooped, examined the dead man's face, and felt his breast. "Deader'n a herring!" he muttered.
They might make you a chief, Bland if they don't take a notion to offer you up as a burnt offering to some other god that's got it in for yuh." Bland, testing the spark plugs hastily, one after the other, dropped the screwdriver. "Aw, f'r cat's sake, lay off that stuff," he remonstrated nervously. "Fat chance we got of godding over Injuns this close to a town! They're wise to white men.
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