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Sam'l took him up bodily and carried him down the slope to the Wastrel, shaking him gently as he went. Across the stream he put him on his feet. "If I catches yo' cadgerin' aroun' the farm agin, little mon," he admonished, holding up a warning finger; "I'll tak' yo' and drap yo' in t' Sheep-wash, I warn yo' fair. I'd ha' done it noo an' yo'd bin a bigger and a younger mon.
He is a little man, and has a habit of rubbing the sharp ridge of his nose. "How be you, Jethro?" says Samuel. "Killed the brindle Thursday. Finest hide you ever seed." "G-goin' to town meetin' Tuesday g-goin' to town meetin' Tuesday Sam'l?" says Jethro. "I was callatin' to, Jethro." "Democrat hain't ye Democrat?" "Callate to be." "How much store do ye set by that hide?" Samuel rubs his nose.
Then they shook hands for the first time in their lives, and soon afterward Sanders struck up the brae to T'nowhead. Next morning Sanders Elshioner, who had been very busy the night before, put on his Sabbath clothes and strolled up to the manse. "But but where is Sam'l?" asked the minister; "I must see himself." "It's a new arrangement," said Sanders. "What do you mean, Sanders?"
A reg'lar a reg'lar " He flung open the door and went trudging as fast as his smarting feet could carry him up the steep and narrow steps, wherein the passing of other feet for many years had worn little hollows on either side. Abraham limped from the couch to the door himself, and called after him: "Sam'l, don't yew want tew sleep by the fire? Yew seem a leetle softer than I be.
And it is only two days sennight that I coming suddenly in did find Sarah with my new silk Hood upon her Frowsy head and Will discoursing with her and thrumming upon Sam'l his viallin.
"Ay," said Sanders reluctantly. "I'm dootin' I'm sair dootin' she's but a flichty, light-hearted crittur after a'." "I had ay my suspeecions o't," said Sanders. "Ye hae kent her langer than me," said Sam'l. "Yes," said Sanders, "but there's nae gettin' at the heart o' women. Man, Sam'l, they're desperate cunnin'." "I'm dootin't; I'm sair dootin't."
"Or mebbe ye was wantin' the minister?" suggested another, the same who had walked out twice with Chirsty Duff and not married her after all. Sam'l could not think of a good reply at the moment, so he laughed good-naturedly. "Ondoobtedly she's a snod bit crittur," said Davit, archly. "An' michty clever wi' her fingers," added Jamie Deuchars.
"I maun hae langer to think o' 't," said Sam'l. "Bell's mairitch is the morn," said Sanders, decisively. Sam'l glanced up with a wild look in his eyes. "Sanders!" he cried. "Sam'l!" "Ye hae been a guid friend to me, Sanders, in this sair affliction." "Nothing ava," said Sanders; "doun't mention 'd."
Lincoln continued, "that was on a Monday, I reckon, and the boys a-shouting to have their horses shod. Maybe you think they didn't have some fun with Sam'l. But Sam'l sat there, and sat there, and sat there, and after a while the old man pulled out his dinner-pail. Sam'l never opened his mouth. First thing you know, snip went the tongs." Mr. Lincoln turned gravely around.
So home, but Sam'l coming home and I combing his hayre he did say, "Who do I meet this day in Broade Street but olde Crosby, Mrs Jem's father, that I did think long dead and buried, not having seen him this year and more, and so to talk with him." And, Lord! to see how I did redden, my heart so beating in my bosom as I could have thought it would choak me, and do even sweat in the writing of it.
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