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There had been no fairies in Lickitysplit. Two or three times I had come upon fairy footprints in the books which Mr. Wright had sent to us, but neither my aunt nor my uncle could explain whence they came or the nature of their errand. Mr. Hacket allowed me to write down the lines in my little diary of events and expenses, from which I have just copied them.
President, this is my young friend Barton Baynes of the neighborhood of Lickitysplit in the town of Ballybeen a coming man of this county." "Come on," was the playful remark of the President as he took my hand. "I shall be looking for you."
He seemed to have been blind to that disparity between his acts and sayings which had distinguished him in Lickitysplit. I turned my head away to hide my smiles and we rode on in silence. "I guess I've got somethin' here that is cocollated to please ye," he said. He took a letter from his pocket and gave it to me.
There was a note of dignity in the reply which was new to me, and for that reason probably I have always remembered it. "Please present my thanks to the Captain and tell him that I expect to go up to Lickitysplit in the town of Ballybeen." He dipped some porridge into bowls and put them on a small table.
He had had "blood on his feet," as they used to say, all the way from Lickitysplit to Lewis County in his flight, having attacked and slightly wounded two men with a bowie knife who had tried to detain him at Rainy Lake. He had also shot at an officer in the vicinity of Lowville, where his arrest was effected.
He flung the stick of wood into the box with a loud thump as he told how he had bought his farm of Benjamin Grimshaw at a price which doubled its value. True it was the price which other men had paid in the neighborhood, but they had all paid too much. Grimshaw had established the price and called it fair. He had taken Mr. Barnes to two or three of the settlers on the hills above Lickitysplit.
Don't git off yer horse 'til I've chained the dog. Kate'll be out in a minute." He chained the dog to the hitching post and as he did so a loud, long, wailing cry broke the silence of the house. It put me in mind of the complaint of the damned which I remembered hearing the minister describe years before at the little schoolhouse in Lickitysplit. How it harrowed me! The man went into the house.
I'd pull up the hosses sudden in front of the post-office or the depot platform or the hotel, and the people would come crowding around, and the doctor he'd make a little talk from the wagon, and tell everybody they would be a free show that night on that corner, and fur everybody to come to it. And then we'd drive back to camp, lickitysplit.
I had told of the gun with a piece of wood broken out of its stock, but no one knew of any such weapon in or near Lickitysplit. One day Uncle Peabody and I drove up to Grimshaw's to make a payment of money. I remember it was gold and silver which we carried in a little sack. I asked where Amos was and Mrs.
My pride grew with the melon and, by and by, my uncle tried to express the extent and nature of my riches by calling me a mellionaire. I didn't know much about myself those days except the fact that my name was Bart Baynes and, further, that I was an orphan who owned a watermelon and a little spotted hen and lived on Rattle road in a neighborhood called Lickitysplit.
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