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Updated: June 4, 2025
"From the ways, Lee-yander, ez ye hev been brung up by them slack-twisted Sud-leys ungodly folks 'ceptin' what little regeneration they kin git from the sermons of Brother Peter Vick-ers, who air onsartain in his mind whether folks ez ain't church-members air goin' ter be damned or no I ain't s'prised none ter view ye hyar."
Leander at least had no intention to shirk explanations. "Why, Uncle Nehemiah!" he said, his boyish voice ringing out tense and excited above the tones of the men, once more absorbed in their wonted interests. A sudden silence ensued amongst them. "What air ye a-doin' hyar?" "Waal, ah, Lee-yander, boy " Nehemiah hesitated.
"Ye ain't meanin' ter let him take the boy sure enough!" she gasped. "I moughtn't be able ter holp it; I dun'no' how the law stands. He air kin ter Lee-yander, an' mebbe hev got the bes' right ter him." She shivered slightly; the dew was falling, and all the budding herbage was glossed with a silver glister. The shadows were sparse.
But his sense of injury engendered a desire of reprisal, and he impulsively carried the war into the enemy's country. "I ain't in no ways s'prised ter view you-uns hyar, Lee-yander," he said.
"Lee-yander hyar knows it all!" he boasted. "Old Ab himself don't know no mo'! I'll be bound old Ab went a-braggin' hey, Lee-yander?" But the boy shrank away a trifle, and his smile was mechanical as he silently eyed his relative. "Ab 'lowed he war tur'ble disobejient," said Nehemiah, after a pause, and cautiously allowing himself to follow in the talk, "an' gi'n over ter playin' the fiddle."
Hil'ry opened the furnace door jes so; an' he cotch the boy by the arm" the great brawny fellow, unconsciously dramatic, suited the action to the word, his face and figure illumined by the sudden red glow "an' Hil'ry, he say, 'Naw, by God ye hev got yer mother's eyes in yer head, an' I'll swear ye sha'n't larn ter be a sot! An' that's how kem Hil'ry made Alf Bixby take Lee-yander ter work in the mill.
"How did ye know 'twar Lee-yander?" demanded Mrs. Sudley, recognizing the description perfectly, but after judicial methods requiring strict proof. "Oh-h! by the fambly favor," protested the gaunt and hard-featured Nehemiah, capably. "I knowed the Yerby eye." "He hev got his mother's eyes." Mrs. Sudley had certainly changed her stand-point with a vengeance.
"An' Ty ain't afeard o' bars," she silently commented, "nor wolves, nor wind, nor lightning, nor man in enny kind o' a free fight; but bekase he dun'no' how the law stands, an' air afeard the law mought be able ter take Lee-yander, he jes sets thar ez pitiful ez a lost kid, fairly ready ter blate aloud."
When Leander chanced to be mentioned, however, he observed with some rancor that he reckoned it was just as well he didn't come up with Lee-yander; there was generally mighty little good in a runaway boy, and Lee-yander had the name of being disobejent an' turr'ble bad. Leander found a warm welcome at home.
"Lee-yander ain't," coolly returned Tarbetts. "He knows all thar is ter know 'bout we-uns an' why air ye not ter share our per'ls?" "I ain't likely ter tell," Leander jocosely reassured him. "But I can't help thinkin' how it would rejice that good Christian 'oman, Cap'n Sudley, ez war made ter set on sech a low stool 'bout my pore old fiddle."
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