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As the train slackened for Birmingham, he said to Henry, "I'm no great scholar; I like to see things in the body. On we go to Hillsborough." "But I want to talk to a capitalist or two at Birmingham." "That is not fair; I've got the refusal." "The deuce you have!" "Yes, I've gone into it with you; and the others wouldn't listen. Said so yourself." "Well, but, Mr. Bolt, are you really in earnest?
He knew better than go past Raby Hall to it: he went back toward Hillsborough, full three miles, and then turned off the road and got on the heather. He skirted the base of a heathery mound, and at last saw the church on an elevation before him, made for it incautiously over some boggy ground, and sank in up to his waist.
All these counties sent representatives to the North Carolina legislature, at Hillsborough; but they found that body little disposed to consider the needs of the remote western colonists. The State was very poor, and regarded the western settlements as mere burdensome sources of expense.
There the Democritus of Hillsborough often sat and smoked his cigar, and watched the progress toward perfection of projected inventions great and small. One day the doctor called and asked Bayne whether Henry was in his studio. Bayne said no; he thought he had seen him in the saw-grinders' hull. "And that struck me; for it is not often his lordship condescends to go there now."
There isn't a power-wheel, or a water-wheel, within eight miles of Hillsborough, that can't show you just such a correspondence as this; and rattening, or worse, at the tail of it." Mr. Holdfast's eye sparkled like a diamond. "I'll make the round," said he. "And, Mr. Little, perhaps you will be kind enough to go with me, and let me question you, on the road.
I've sold my building-site to some gents that want to speculate in a church, and I've made five hundred pounds profit by the sale. I'm always right, soon or late. And I've bought a factory ready made the Star Works; bought 'em, sir, with all the gear and plant, and working hands." "The Star Works? The largest but one in Hillsborough!" "Ay, lad. Money and pluck together, they'll beat the world.
Hillsborough was an Irish peer, with some little capacity for business, but of no more than moderate general ability.
Under the influence of a fervent speaker, who told how the women of his native village in New England had joined in beseeching the liquor sellers of the place to give up their traffic, a hundred and fifty ladies of Hillsborough banded together and went about to the different saloons, entreating their owners not to sell strong drink any more.
Let him only make money, and become a master instead of a workman, and then he would say to her, "I don't value birth myself, but if you do, why, I am not come of workpeople." He traced a plan with workmanlike precision: Profound discretion and self-restraint at "Woodbine Villa:" restless industry and stern self-denial in Hillsborough. After his day's work he used to go straight to his mother.
The life of the birds in the great maple interested them most of all. In the evening he played checkers with Polly and told her of school life in the village of Hillsborough the work and play of the students. "Oh! I do wish I could go," said she, presently, with a deep sigh. He thought of the eighty-two dollars in his pocket and longed to tell her all that he was planning for her sake. Mrs.
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