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Updated: June 28, 2025
He called Pan "the little skunk tamer," and incited other boys to ridicule. So the buried resentment in Pan's depths smoldered and burst into blaze again, and found fuel to burn it into hate. He told his mother what Dick had got the boys to call him. Then he was indeed surprised to see his sweet soft-eyed mother give way to quick-flashing passion.
In the exuberance of the moment Pan would have liked to try conclusions with the white-footed stallion or the blue roan, but he could not spare the time. He led Sorrel back to camp and saddled him. Blinky and Pan's father were also saddling their mounts. "I'll take it easy," explained Charley Brown, who had made no move. "My claim is over here in the hills not very far."
"What's their game?" he asked swiftly, indicating the watching whispering group. "I had only a few words with Hardman. Your dad went out of his haid. Reckon he'd have done fer Hardman with his bare hands, if Purcell hadn't knocked him down with the butt of a gun." Again there was a violent leap of Pan's blood. It jerked his whole frame. "Blink, did that big brute?
He knows too, the delicious sense of detachment from the shore the shore of ordinary affairs and monotonous people and the charm of unfamiliar lights and colours and reflections. Even on the Serpentine he can find this glamour, when the birds are flocking to roost in the trees of Peter Pan's island.
"See you're packin' hardware," went on the other, with significant glance at Pan's gun. Pan at once took this man to be Matthews, the town marshal mentioned by Charley Brown. He had not needed Brown's hint; he had encountered many sheriffs of like stripe. Pan, usually the kindliest and most genial of cowboys, returned the sheriff's curious scrutiny with a cool stare.
To those who found a new imaginative world in "The Centaur" and "Pan's Garden," the old familiar magic still has power in many of these stories, almost completely in "The Touch of Pan" and "Initiation."
He was a Fine-ear and a Sharp-eye in the woods and fields; and he added to his knowledge of nature the wisdom of the most ancient times and of the best literature. His manner and matter both reproved trifling, but in the most impersonal manner. It was like the reproof of Pan's statue.
Blinky fell into a chair, overcome with some unusual kind of emotion. He stared comically at Pan. "Say, ole pard, you used to be shy of skirts!" he expostulated. "Reckon I am yet, for all the evidence," retorted Pan, half amused and half angry at the unexpected move of the girl. Charley Brown joined in the mirth at Pan's expense. "Guess the drinks are on me," he said. "And they'll be the last."
To what tune does the fisherman whistle, as he hauls in his net at morning, and the bright fish are heaped inside the boat? These are all airs upon Pan's pipe; he it was who gave them breath in the exultation of his heart, and gleefully modulated their outflow with his lips and fingers.
The reed serves them only as an instrument of war and of hunting; and the Pan's pipes, of which we have spoken, have not yet, on those distant shores, yielded sounds capable of awakening mild and humane feelings. We found in the hut allotted for the festival, several vegetable productions which the Indians had brought from the mountains of Guanaya, and which engaged our attention.
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