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She wished with all her soul the brindle bull were with her then in the shanty. Sandy gave another rough pull at the latch-string. "Open the door, Tess," he growled again, "or I'll bust it down." Tess knew Sandy would carry out his threat, and, if he broke down the door, his temper would be worse than now. She muttered a prayer to quiet the terror in her heart, and slipped up the bar.
"That's what we get for having the latch-string of our ancestors in our keeping," she exclaimed. "It's pretty well frayed out by this time, and cannot stand many more strains like this. It seems to me that we are sort of acting a lie. Mam Daphne will wait on the table to-day, and Mrs. Gorham will see what a spread we have, and will think that we live that way all the time."
Beyond the wide stretch of trees and meadow lands, the cornfields and tobacco patches opened to the sky again. On their farther border stood a new log cabin, defined by its fresh barked logs in the hovering dark. Gillespie pulled the leatherwood latch-string which lifted the catch of his door, and pushed it open.
"Aye, and your feet have done mighty little to help the wearing of the same." "If those who live in the cabin were honest themselves, they would not tremble every time the latch-string is pulled, nor would they be scared if they saw a visitor stop to snuff the air in this neighborhood." This was an ill-timed remark, and Harvey regretted the words the moment they passed his lips.
In New York or New England, one can journey many a mile and find a cold denial at every door. In the West and Southwest "the latch-string hangs out," and the stranger is always welcome. Especially is this the case among the poorer classes. Springfield is the largest town in Southwest Missouri, and has a fine situation.
"Going to call it The Wagon," answered Sargent, he and Dell having accepted the new line-camp as their winter quarters, "and let the latch-string hang on the outside. Whenever you can, you must bring your knitting and come over." An ideal Indian summer was enjoyed. Between the early and late fall frosts, the range matured into perfect winter pasturage.
I can see the stove, now, but there doesn't seem to be any sign of fire in it." "Let's dig around to the door," proposed Dave, "and go inside." Accordingly the three bent to the new work. A few minutes later Dick gave a tug at the latch-string and the door swung open. "It doesn't seem as cold in here as you'd expect to find it," murmured Reade.
It was a laugh, loud and taunting. She stayed crouched, and presently saw a small black object leave the big blackness of the trees and advance. Frightened, she arose and retraced her steps, glancing behind her as she went. At the shack, having found the latch-string, she backed into the room. Her father and sister were asleep.
The judge often mentioned this fact with much pride, and never failed to add that the leathern latch-string always hung outside. But he was still prouder of the massive, towering chimney of Cedar House, and with good reason. The other houses thinly scattered through the wilderness had humble chimneys of sticks covered with clay.
"Captain," I said, "the latch-string hangs out for you, and if you will only come and spend the winter with me I shall then endeavor to even up the score with you for this favor, as I know I can do it in no other way."
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