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At first I thought I could not come; for the memory of that terrible night the last night that I was here came before me whenever I thought of it; and I was so weak as to think I could not ever come here again. Then I thought of Mr. Hesden, and all that he had done for me, and felt that I would be making a very bad return for his kindness should I refuse any request he might make.
"Well," said Hesden, "have you found the heirs?" "I beg your pardon, Mr. Le Moyne," said Pardee; "I have assumed a somewhat complicated relation to this matter, acting under the spirit of my instructions, which makes it desirable, perhaps almost necessary, that I should confer directly with the present owner of this plantation, and that is ?" "My mother," said Hesden, as he paused.
You jes mark my words, ef dese t'ings keep a-gwine on, niggers'll be skeerce in dis kentry purty soon. We can't be worse off, go whar we will, an' I jes count a cullu'd man a fool dat don't pole out an' git away jest ez soon ez he finds a road cut out dat he kin trabbel on." "But that was three years ago, Nimbus," said Hesden. "Where have you been since?"
"Yes," said Hesden good-naturedly; "Miss Mollie is Mrs. Le Moyne now." "Yer don't say!" said Berry, in surprise. "Der Lo'd an' der nation, what will happen next? Miss Mollie an' Marse Hesden done married an' a-meetin' up wid Berry out h'yer on de berry edge o' de kingdom! Jest ez soon hab expected to a' seen de vanguard o' de resurrection. Yer orter be mighty proud, Marse Hesden.
T'ought I hed a right ter, an' dat it war my duty ter de kentry dat hed gib me so much. But I don't do dat no mo'. Two year ago I quit dat sort o' foolishness. What's de use? I see'd 'em count de votes, Marse Hesden, an' den I knowed dar warn't no mo' use ob votin' gin dat. Yer know, dey 'pints all de jedges ob de 'lection derselves, an' so count de votes jest ez dey wants 'em.
"Nuffin', only jes she wants ter talk wid yer 'bout sunthin', I reckon." "Who is with her?" "Miss Hetty." "Yes" musingly. "An' de mistis 'pears powerfully put out 'bout sunthin' or udder," volunteered the girl. "Yes," repeated Hesden, absently. "Well. Maggie, say to my mother that I am very closely engaged, and I hope she will please excuse me for a few hours."
"May I inquire who constituted you either my judge or my accuser." "Oh fie! Hesden," said his mother. "Isn't Hetty one of the family?" "And has every Richards and Le Moyne on the planet a right to challenge my opinions?" asked Hesden.
"Why, mother, what is it?" cried Hesden in alarm, springing up and going quickly to her side. "That that horrid thing, Hesden! Where did you get it? Do you know it was that which made that terrible quarrel between your grandfather and Uncle John, when he struck him that that last night, before John's body was found in the river. He was drowned crossing the ford, you know.
Le Moyne, I forgot to say," she added, turning to her unintended guest, "and Hesden, that is my son, tells me that you are Miss Ainslie, the brave young teacher at Red Wing whom I have long wished to see. I am really glad that chance, or Hesden's old war horse Satan, brought you here, or I am afraid I should never have had that pleasure.
Do you hear that, Hesden? Have you lost all spirit since you became a Radical?" she continued, while her eyes flashed angrily. "I am sorry to say that I do not see what milder term could be used," said Hesden calmly. "Go on with your proposition, sir."
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