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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Where are ye livin' now?" "Well," said Sam, hastening again to forestall Yan, whose simple directness he feared, "to tell the truth, we made a wigwam of bark in the woods below here, but it wasn't a success." "Whose woods?" "Oh, about a mile below on the creek." "Hm! That must be Raften's or Burns's woods." "I guess it is," said Sam. "An' you look uncommon like Sam Raften.
"Two hundred and ninety-one dollars and forty cents," said Yan, without hesitation and the three men sat back in their chairs and gasped. It was the triumph of his life. Even old Boyle beamed in admiration, and Raften glowed, feeling that not a little of it belonged to him.
Raften rolled up his pendulous lips and displayed his huge front tusks in a vast purple-and-yellow grin that set the boys' hearts at ease. "Kind o' thought you'd be sick av it before now." "Will you let us stay here till we are?" chimed in Sam, then without awaiting the reply that he did not want, "Say, Da, how long is it since there was any Deer around here?"
We came down to see how the boys were getting on in camp." "They've got on very nicely sense my boy j'ined them," retorted Mrs. Burns, still fencing. "So I understand; the other two have become very fond of him," returned Mrs. Raften, seeking to disarm her enemy. This speech had its effect. Mrs.
There sat the old woman glowering with angry red eyes across the stove, a cat in her lap, a pipe in her mouth, and a dog growling toward the strangers. "Ain't you Sam Raften?" she asked fiercely. "Yes, marm. I get hurt on a nail in the fence. They say you kin git blood-p'isinin' that way," said Sam, groaning a little and trying to look interesting. The order to "get out" died on the witch's lips.
He then counted the seats and said, "Do you count the teacher?" The men discussed this point, then decided, "Maybe ye better; he uses more wind than any of them. Ha, ha!" Yan made a few figures on paper, then said, "Twenty feet, rather better." "Luk at thot," said Raften in a voice of bullying and triumph; "jest agrees with the Gover'ment Inspector. I towld ye he could.
Me an' him hed lots o' fun together when I 'resided' with his mamma, didn't we, Yan? Now, Granny's the one to tell ye all about the plants." A long groan from Sam now called all attention his way. "Well, if it ain't Sam Raften," said Biddy coldly. "Yes, an' he's deathly sick," added Granny. "Their own docther guv him up an said mortal man couldn't save him nohow, so he jest hed to come to me."
Yan never knew until years afterward, when a grown man and he and Raften were talking of the old days, that he had been for some time winning respect from the rough-and-ready farmer, but what finally raised him to glorious eminence was the hip-throw that he served that day on Sam. Raften was all right, Yan believed, but what of Sam? They had not spoken yet.
Raften had a knack of turning up at any point when something was going on, taking in the situation fully, and then, if he disapproved, of expressing himself in a few words of blistering mockery delivered in a rich Irish brogue. Just what view he would take of their pastime the boys had no idea, but awaited with uneasiness.
"By all manes," said Raften scoffingly; "now that he's got me unarrumed again. You dhirty coward! Get out av the way, bhoys, an Oi'll settle him," for Raften was incapable of fear, and the boys would have been thrust aside and trouble follow, but that Raften as he left the house had called his two hired men to follow and help fight the fire, and now they came on the scene.
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