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You knew it didn't mean much just a tantrum that he'd come out of slick enough byme-by, and then be good as pie to make up. But Nate's! 'Twas the awful white-mad kind. I never saw it in him before, and I could see it meant a whole lot. It scared all my scare about pa right out of me. It I can't tell you how it made me feel! 'Twas like seeing into the bad place, I guess.
I'm glad Nate's got him he's lonesome enough these days." It was Elizabeth's turn to cheer up Aunt Susan, for she always fell into a gloom when she mentioned Nathan. It took Elizabeth's mind from her own affairs, and by the time the unpacking was finished the volatile spirits of youth had asserted themselves.
You would not have given me any shock if you had said you knew about poor Nate, for that's the reason Of course those things can't be secrets! Why, he's only twenty, sir! How should he know about this world? He hadn't learned the first little thing when he left home five years ago. And I am twenty-three old enough to be Nate's grandmother, he's that young and thoughtless.
"He air Nate's nevy. He air Nate's oldest brother's biggest boy, though he ain't sizable much. He air 'bout haffen ez big ez me ef that," he added reflectively, thinking that even thus divided he had represented Pig-wigs as more massive than the facts justified.
It had begun to assume the proportions of a distinct design. He suddenly asked a question of apparent irrelevancy. "This hyar land down the ravine don't b'long ter yer folkses who do it b'long ter?" "Don't b'long ter nobody, ye weasel!" Birt retorted, in rising wrath. "D'ye s'pose I'd be a-stealin' of gold off'n somebody else's land?" Nate's sly, thin face lighted up wonderfully.
He was only deterred from stealing a pair of the Colonel's trousers by the timely thought that it would, after all, be highly improper for a private to be wearing a pair of pantaloons with a gold cord. Then he resolved to make a sacrifice of himself. He was the nearest Nate's proportions of any man in the company, and he had drawn a new pair of trousers just before starting on the march.
After the strangeness wore off, something of the old natural friendliness came back into Nate's manner, and Lucy's tears ceased to flow, as her tongue wagged ever more cheerfully.
If a sudden jet from the cold mountain torrent, that rioted through the wilderness down the ravine hard by, had been dashed into Nate's thin, sharp face, he could not have cooled more abruptly. The change almost took his breath away. "I don't mean THAT, nuther," he gasped with politic penitence, "kase I hev promised not ter tell. I dunno whether I kin holp nohow.
So, not knowing what else to do, he followed the girls indoors, a part of the women pressing after. But most of the crowd trailed in the wake of the little procession which was being led by the doctor into the Hapgood cottage, only to be promptly shut out at the door. Dalton went inside with the doctor, but the marshal put a hand on Nate's shoulder, and said under his breath, "Come, Tierney."
He would destroy it he would tear it into bits, and cast it to the turbulent mountain winds. It was not his, to be sure. But was it justly Nate's? he had no right to enter the land down the ravine. And so Birt argued with his conscience. Now wherever Conscience calls a halt, it is no place for Reason to debate the question. The way ahead is no thoroughfare.
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