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Levine was very busy with the details of the Indian removal for the next week or two. The exodus was accomplished in a business-like manner. A steady line of busses brought the Indians from the reservation to the outskirts of Lake City, where rough barracks had been erected to care for the government wards while they were being concentrated.
"No, he's just seen himself in the mirror," answered Lydia, burying her nose in the delectable tale again. "It's a wonderful story," said Levine, his black eyes reminiscent. "'Clear and cool, clear and cool, By laughing shallow and dreaming pool; Undefiled, for the undefiled; Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. It has some unforgettable verse in it.
Lydia flushed but compressed her lips and let Charlie speak on. She knew that it was useless to try to stem the tide of protest that was rising to his lips. "Father was the chief of the tribe and he called council after council until at last they all decided he'd better go to Washington and see if he could get help from the Indian Commissioner. Even then John Levine had a following of half-breeds.
I'll begin my hunt to-morrow." John smoothed her tumbled hair gently. "We're great friends, aren't we, Lydia! I've an idea you'll always believe in me no matter what folks say, eh?" "You bet!" replied Lydia solemnly. John Levine went back to his duties as sheriff and Lydia and Amos and Lizzie missed him for a long time.
They found the tiny creek Peter Levine had spoken of, and they gazed with interest at its muddy, sluggish water. "Who would ever think there was gold in the bottom of that?" whispered Mollie. When they finally became convinced that there was nothing more to be seen they started reluctantly home again.
"Listen, Lydia, I'll tell you how Levine pays for his Indian lands." "Where the pine forest is destroyed, pines never come again." The Murmuring Pine. Lydia sighed helplessly and began to stitch again on the fringe, thrusting her needle in and out viciously. "Years ago," began Charlie, grimly, "my father foresaw what the whites were trying to do. None of the other full bloods believed him.
Lydia trudged along for a few moments in silence. Then Levine pulled her hand through his arm. "Out with it, young Lydia," he said. "Do you suppose," she asked, "that God is something like ether or like electricity in the air, everywhere, something that sort of holds us together, you know?" "Well," replied John, slowly, "I wouldn't want to believe that.
Why don't you say something, Lydia?" "I don't know what to say," said Lydia. "I'm sick at heart for the Indians. But I'm glad that the awful temptation of the pines is going to be taken away from Lake City. Though how good can come out of a wrong, I'm not sure. I don't understand Mr. Levine. Oh, dear! It's all wrong. When do the Indians go?" "The last of June.
Levine talk over. Understand?" sharply. "Yes, Daddy," murmured Lydia, flushing painfully. "You don't have to jaw the child that way, Amos." Levine's voice was impatient. "Just explain things to her. Why do you want to humiliate her?" Amos gave a short laugh. "Takes a bachelor to bring up kids. Run along to bed, Lydia." "Lydia's not a kid.
He's paying for it though." "Paying for it!" cried the Indian. "How's he paying, do you know?" "No, and I don't want to know! I'm tired of hearing things against Mr. Levine." "I don't care if you are," said Charlie, grimly. "If you're going to keep on being his friend, you've got to be it with your eyes open.
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