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Updated: May 25, 2025
It was very beautiful, even under the hot summer sun of the second anniversary of Scattergood's arrival in that part of the world, but he was not seeing it as it was mountainous, green, with untouched forests, quickened to life and sound by the swift, rushing, splashing downrush of a tireless mountain river.
"Hear things hain't goin' right down to the new pulp mill," said Deacon Pettybone, one bitterly cold afternoon, when he came into Scattergood's store to thaw the icicles out of his sparse beard. "Do tell," said Scattergood. "Be perty bad for you if they was to go wrong, wouldn't it?" "Perty bad, Deacon." "'Most ruin you, wouldn't it? Clean you out? Leave you with nothin'?"
It was a situation that exactly suited Scattergood's love of business excitement.
Mis' Scattergood never had no use for them Druggs. She said they was dreamers and never did amount to nothin'. Mis' Scattergood's allus been re'l masterful." Janice nodded. She could imagine that the bird-like old lady she had met on the boat could be quite assertive if she so chose. "Anyhow," said Aunt 'Mira, reflectively, "Hopewell stopped shinin' about 'Rill all of a sudden.
His progress in twenty-four months had been notable, for he was sole proprietor of a profitable hardware store in Coldriver village, and controlled the upper stretches of Coldriver by virtue of a certain dam and boom company built with other men's capital for Scattergood's benefit and behoof. Now, in the eye of his mind, he could see the whole twenty-odd miles of his valley.
It wasn't so much doin' that grandma wanted, it was knowin' she could do if she wanted to." Scattergood's specially reinforced chair creaked as he strained forward to pick up his shoepacs and draw them on. It required no small exertion, and he straightened up, red of face and panting a trifle.
His face was no longer foolish and good-natured; it was; granite it was the face of a man with force, and the skill to use that force. "Where's Ovid?" he demanded again. "Ovid ... Ovid who? I don't know any Ovid." He became suddenly alarmed and blocked the way to the door. Scattergood's eyes twinkled. "If I was you I wouldn't git in the way to any extent.
"Sizable growth," said Old Man Penny, dryly, letting his eye rove over Scattergood's bulk. "My line," said Scattergood, "is anythin' needful. Outside of a railroad, what you figger you need most?" Nobody answered. "Is it a grocery store?" asked Scattergood. Locker stiffened in his chair. "Me and Sam Kittleman calc'lates to sell all the groceries this town needs," he said.
The stranger in Poketown had to admit before the day was over that she had never in her life dreamed of such ill-bred girls as some of these who occupied the back seats in 'Rill Scattergood's school. They had no respect for the little school-teacher, and had Miss Scattergood taken note of all their follies she must have been in a pitched battle with her older pupils all the time.
If there are a whole lot of nice girls and a few nice boys who go to your daughter's school, I shall certainly want to go, too," continued Janice, smiling again at the little old lady. "Wal, 'Rill Scattergood's teached long enough, I tell her," declared the other. "I'm goin' to Poketown now more'n half to git her to give up at the end o' this term.
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