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Moreover, she had hardly recovered her equanimity since the disturbance which she had suffered from Oak's remarks. "That's enough that's enough! oh, you fools!" she cried, throwing the parasol and Prayer-book into the passage, and running out of doors in the direction signified. "To come to me, and not go and get them out directly! Oh, the stupid numskulls!"
"That's never Gable Oak's grandson over at Nor- combe never!" he said, as a formula expressive of surprise, which nobody was supposed to take literally'. "My father and my grandfather were old men of the name of Gabriel." said the shepherd, placidly. "Thought I knowed the man's face as I seed him on the rick! thought I did! And where be ye trading o't to now, shepherd?"
It was the vane on the roof turning round, and this change in the wind was the signal for a disastrous rain. It was now five o'clock, and the dawn was promising to break in hues of drab and ash. The air changed its temperature and stirred itself more vigorously. Cool breezes coursed in transparent eddies round Oak's face. The wind shifted yet a point or two and blew stronger.
Her growing son had aided much in the attainment of this good housewife's fond desire. With much travail, involving all the force the cave family could muster and including the assistance of Oak's father and of Oak himself, who rejoiced with Ab in the proceedings, there had been rolled into the cave a huge sandstone rock with a top which was nearly flat.
No one and of the cave men he knew many no one in all the careless, merry party had missed him save Oak. He doubtless could not have told himself why it was, but he was glad that he could repay it all and have the balance still upon his side. He was glad that he had the secret of the bow and arrow to reveal. That should be Oak's!
"Shall I bend my branches a little to one side, so that the sun may shine on you better?" asked the old tree, politely. "Much obliged," replied the beeches, "but we can grow quite nicely in the shade." And all the summer passed and another summer and still more. The beeches kept on growing steadily and at last grew right over the little oak's head. "Keep your leaves to yourselves," cried the oak.
From a certain directness of construction, from the simple means by which Oak's ruin is accomplished in the opening chapters, I did not expect that the story would run hare-hearted in its close, but the moment Troy told his wife that he never cared for her, I suspected something was wrong; when he went down to bathe and was carried out by the current I knew the game was up, and was prepared for anything, even for the final shooting by the rich farmer, and the marriage with Oak, a conclusion which of course does not come within the range of literary criticism.
For days his entire being had been powerfully affected by his meeting with Lightfoot at the Feast of the Mammoth and the events which had followed that meeting in such swift succession. The tragedy of Oak's death had quickened his sensibilities. Besides, what had ensued latest had been what was required to make him in a condition for the divination of things.
There was no window in front; but a square hole in the door was glazed with a single pane, through which red, comfortable rays now stretched out upon the ivied wall in front. Voices were to be heard inside. Oak's hand skimmed the surface of the door with fingers extended to an Elymas-the-Somerer pattern, till he found a leathern strap, which he pulled.
When the pine cones were piled high on the big fire, and Grey Eagle was proclaimed War-Chief, and the wolf as a totem thereafter to the mingle tribes of Great Oak's and Grey Eagle's people, and was marked indelibly on each warrior, Black Snake was not there.
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