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Clambering to his place, he was questioned by the court. "Well, friend Troffater, what do you know of the action pending?" "I telled Bogle I was sorry I knew anything for I didn't want to come to court," said the witness. "But, what do you know, Mr. Troffater, that would tend to convict the prisoner? Tell us that," said the court. "I don't want to tell," said the witness.
"We'll blow horns and ring bells," said Teezle; "and you, Colwell and Troffater, go and call out the Indians. They're dreadful good to scare off animals and look for lost children." "Do, for Heaven's sake, do what you can, if it is dark!" ejaculated Julia fainting with grief. "O, I know you'll not leave a thing undone!" added Matthew, beseechingly. "God give us strength to bear our trouble!
But I'm sorry I know anything about it; I don't want to go to court," said Troffater, with a mysterious elongation of his little monkey face, and significant rollings and crossings of his black and blue eyes. "But what do you know, Troffater?" asked Bogie, with new light animating his anxious eye and cheek. "What do you know? There's somethin' to help me on a bit, I guess."
It is hard it is hard to bear trouble like this!" Colwell and Troffater started for the lake to call up the Indians from their wigwams on the shore. But they were hardly out of sight before an ominous change passed lowering over the scene. A low moaning wind swept through the woods and fields, and round the house; and the leaves rustled, and the well-sweep swayed and creaked in the blast.
"Scriptur pernounced the cuss." "The Scripture!" exclaimed Fabens. "The Scripture pronounced a curse! What do you mean? What does the Scripture say to condemn George Ludlow?" "A good 'eal, I guess," said Troffater. "The Scripture says 'Woe unto him that all men speak well of; and George Ludlow is the man!" "O, you will be Tilly Troffater, as long as you live!" said Fabens.
I'm in a hurry," grumbled Bogle. "Wal, come back a minute a man broke his neck in a hurry. What you goin' to dew with Sculpin, eh? He hooked your log-chain, I heern," said Troffater. "I'm goin' to see Square Fabens agin to-morrow, and try and fetch the feller to justice. Sculpin may be sorry for this. I know what I ken prove," said Bogle. "I don't b'lieve the Square will try 'im.
You was green as a mess o' cowslops, or you'd a seen what they was arter. I thought you'd git nipt a grain, or my name wasn't Troffater. But I dasn't tell you what I thought on 'em. You wouldn't a' b'lieved me, I ben such a witch with my word. I spose you know the fellers have been heern from? They run out of all they cabbaged here perty quick.
That panther scream! That dream of Troffater! That recovered hat, now sacredly treasured to remind her of her idol! That lingering, sad suspense! Those sleepless nights, and comfortless days! How could she forget them, nor shudder in convulsions of anguish, as often as they rolled back like lava-floods on her soul? And the suspense which still haunted her!
I hope they have not forgotten that they owe me a visit," said Fanny, with a voice more musical than the meadowlark's, and a smile more gentle and subduing than the moonlight melting on the wall. But Troffater was silent. His throat was so dry, and his tongue so thick, he could utter nothing in return.
O, don't ye dew it for all the world, Bogle! I shall hev a caniption fit if ye dew!" shouted Troffater after him. The next day Bogle came before the justice with evidence against Sculpin, which Fabens regretted to believe was but too well founded; and he issued a warrant, and a week from that day the action was brought to trial.
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