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Updated: May 17, 2025
"But I'll have a chance at Elder Nebson and that woman before they leave the house." The rain had ceased for some time, and as again the wild chant went up from those harsh strained voices, a stray sunbeam, like a gleam of good promise, shot across the floor.
I bade him sharply hold his tongue and mind his horses, but he went on muttering in an undertone, "Yo'll see, yo'll see! You're druv' pretty hard, young man, I expect, so I won't think nothing of your ha'sh words, and we'll get her out, for all Elder Nebson." So Hiram, looked out along the road from under his huge fur-cap, and up hill and down.
As I walked out of the door the man was at my heels. He followed me out on to the wooden stoop and nodded to Hiram. "Who is that, Hiram?" I whispered as he leaned across the back of a horse, adjusting some leathern buckle. "That?" said Hiram under his breath. "That's a deep 'un: that's Elder Nebson."
The circles passed each other and wove in and out, each preserving its unbroken continuity. I looked for Elder Nebson: could it be that he was joining in these gyrations? Yes, he was leading one of the lines.
I bade him sharply hold his tongue and mind his horses, but he went on muttering in an undertone, "Yo'll see, yo'll see! You're druv' pretty hard, young man, I expect, so I won't think nothing of your ha'sh words, and we'll get her out, for all Elder Nebson." So Hiram, looked out along the road from under his huge fur-cap, and up hill and down.
In that case she's safe and sound at Shaker Village, not knowin' anything of your coming; and Elder Nebson and that other is laughin' in their sleeves at us." "Perhaps so." "Now, this is my advice, but I'll do just as you say. 'Tain't no good to lay around and watch that ere house to day.
I recognized my lady-abbess, who sat directly facing me, in a seat of state apparently, and close to her, on the brethren's side of the house, was Elder Nebson. The services began. All rose, and sisters and brethren faced each other and sang a hymn, with no accompaniment and no melody a harsh chant in wild, barbaric measure.
As I walked out of the door the man was at my heels. He followed me out on to the wooden stoop and nodded to Hiram. "Who is that, Hiram?" I whispered as he leaned across the back of a horse, adjusting some leathern buckle. "That?" said Hiram under his breath. "That's a deep 'un: that's Elder Nebson."
"But I'll have a chance at Elder Nebson and that woman before they leave; the house." The rain had ceased for some time, and as again the wild chant went up from those harsh strained voices, a stray sunbeam, like a gleam of good promise, shot across the floor.
I recognized my lady-abbess, who sat directly facing me, in a seat of state apparently, and close to her, on the brethren's side of the house, was Elder Nebson. The services began. All rose, and sisters and brethren faced each other and sang a hymn, with no accompaniment and no melody a harsh chant in wild, barbaric measure.
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