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Updated: May 16, 2025
Why didn't you tell me this before? 'I I don't know, sir. 'What is the young man's name? 'James Hayward. 'What is he? 'A master lime-burner. 'Engaged to a master lime-burner, and not a word of this to me! Margery, Margery! when shall a straightforward one of your sex be found! Subtle even in your simplicity! What mischief have you caused me to do, through not telling me this?
'I'll just say a word to my partner afore he goes off the ground, if you'll spare me a minute, said the old lime-burner. 'Please stay here till I'm back again. He edged along the front till he reached Jim. 'How is she? said the latter. 'In a trimming sweat, said Mr. Vine. 'And my counsel to 'ee is to carry this larry no further. 'Twill do no good.
You can't do anything with it. Even if you could come and tell me that a lime-burner in Jupiter has thrown his wig into the fire, and so altered the spectrum, what's that to me? Then you have a go at philanthropy that's more practical; Sunday-school teaching, mending children's clothes, doing for other people what they ought to do for themselves, and generally cultivating pauperism.
Whenever Margery's crusty old father felt the need of a civil sentence, the flash of Jim's fancy articles inspired him to one; while the lime-burner, having reasoned away his first ominous thought that all this had come out of the firm, also felt proud and blithe. Jim accompanied his dairy friends part of the way home before they mounted.
"Father, what is that?" asked the little boy, leaving his play, and pressing betwixt his father's knees. "O, some drunken man, I suppose," answered the lime-burner; "some merry fellow from the bar-room in the village, who dared not laugh loud enough within doors lest he should blow the roof of the house off. So here he is, shaking his jolly sides at the foot of Graylock."
The little hut of the lime-burner was beyond in a hollow, and behind that again was a lean-to, like a small shed or stable. Hither stole the dwarf, first pausing to listen a moment at the door of the hut. Leaning into the darkness of the shed, he gave a soft, crooning call. Low growls of dogs came in quick reply.
Recruits now arrived from other parishes, and besides those who came every night to drill, there were others who stayed always in camp. The lime-burner left his kiln, and sojourned with his dogs at Dalgrothe Mountain; the mealman neglected his trade; and Lajeunesse was no longer at his blacksmith shop, save after dark, when the red glow of his forge could be seen till midnight.
That night the sound of a fearful peal of laughter rolled heavily through the sleep of the lime-burner and his little son; dim shapes of horror and anguish haunted their dreams, and seemed still present in the rude hovel, when they opened their eyes to the daylight. "Up, boy, up!" cried the lime-burner, staring about him.
"Good evening, stranger," said the lime-burner; "whence come you, so late in the day?" "I come from my search," answered the wayfarer; "for, at last, it is finished." "Drunk! or crazy!" muttered Bartram to himself. "I shall have trouble with the fellow. The sooner I drive him away, the better."
The little hut of the lime-burner was beyond in a hollow, and behind that again was a lean-to, like a small shed or stable. Hither stole the dwarf, first pausing to listen a moment at the door of the hut. Leaning into the darkness of the shed, he gave a soft, crooning call. Low growls of dogs came in quick reply.
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