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Such is the power of example, he admired, then imitated, and at last acquired them. One cannot help thinking what graces of character and person a like persistency would have brought to him. But Tunk had equipped himself with horsey heroism, adorning it to his own fancy. He had never been kicked, he had never driven a race or been hurled from a sulky at full speed.
Tunk had picked up an axe, and climbed a ladder that stood leaning to the roof. Trove and Allen caught the frightened horse. "Now," said the former, "let's try and capture Tunk." "He's taken to the roof," said Allen. "Where's that air painter?" Tunk shouted, as they came near. "Gone to the woods." "Heavens!" said Tunk, gloomily. "I'm all tore up; there ain't nothin' left o' me boots full o' blood.
"Had I to do such penance I should be damned," the tinker had answered. "Look, boy, mine are the larger by far. There's a man coming to see me at the Christmas time a man o' busy feet. That pair in your hands I bought for him." "Day before yesterday," said Tunk, that evening, "I was up in the sugar-bush after a bit o' hickory, an' I see a man there, an' I didn't have no idee who 'twas.
Tunk had only one horse to care for at the widow's, but he was always in "the hoss business." Then Tunk lit his torch and went away. Trove lay down, pulled his blanket about him, and went to sleep. A New Problem When Trove woke in the morning, a package covered with white paper lay on the blanket near his hand. He rose and picked it up, and saw his own name in a strange handwriting on the wrapper.
"I'll git some milk," he shouted, running into the buttery. The baby thrust the cup away, and it fell noisily, the milk streaming over a new rag carpet. "It's sick; I'm sure it's sick," said Miss Letitia, her voice trembling. "S'mantha, can't you do something?" Miss S'mantha calmed herself a little and drew near. "Jes' like a wil'cat," said Tunk, thoughtfully.
Trove felt the same old protuberance on Tunk's leg. "Swatted me right in the knee-pan. Put both feet on my chest, too. Lord! I'd be coughin' up blood all the while if I wa'n't careful." "And why did you leave?" "Served me a mean trick," said Tunk, frowning. "Letishey went away t' the village t' have a tooth drawed, an' t'other one locked me up all day in the garret chamber.
Once more the Iron Star was in the hut of the son of a Cave Man. The Iron Age! What a ringing, resonant sound, stern and grim! There is nothing in it of the dull "tunk" of stone, or the blither "clink" of copper.
"I made up my mind," said he, with an injured look, "it wa'n't goin' t' do my character no good t' live there with them ol' maids." There was a bitter contempt in his voice when he said "ol' maids." "I'd kind o' like t' draw the ribbons over that mare o' yourn, mister," said Tunk, presently. "Do you think you could manage her?" "What!" said Tunk, in a voice of both query and exclamation. "Huh!
"You are a brave man there's no doubt of it," said the teacher. "What makes ye think so?" Tunk inquired soberly, but with a glowing eye. "If you were not brave, you'd scare yourself to death, yelling that way." "It isn't possible, or Tunk would have perished long ago," said the widow, who had come to feed her chickens. "It's enough to raise the neighbours," Trove added.
"If 'twas mine," said Tunk, "which I'm glad it ain't I'd rub a little o' that hoss liniment on his stummick," The two old maids took the baby into their bedroom. It was an hour later when Trove came back. Tunk sat alone by the kitchen fire. There was yet a loud wail in the bedroom. "What's the news?" said Tunk, who met him at the door. "Drunk, that's all," said Trove.
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