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Updated: June 27, 2025
The spirit that has always driven on the great explorers and adventurers thrilled in every nerve of Solomon Hyde, nicknamed the Shiftless One, but not at all deserving the title. The boat went steadily on in the blackness and the rain, and Sol's soul swelled jubilantly within him.
We agreed that if it was a boy we'd call him Abraham P. Perlmutter already." He slapped Abe on the back and laughed uproariously, while Abe looked guilty and blushed a deep crimson. "Abraham Potash Perlmutter," Morris reiterated. "That's one fine name, Sol." It was now Sol's turn to take Morris' hand and he squeezed it hard. "I congradulate you for the boy and for the name both," he said.
Even though both boats had been careful to match velocity with the asteroid as closely as possible, the slight difference remaining caused them to drift sunward. Rip cut his jets in to compensate, and saw Dowst do the same. Another few miles toward the sun, and the landing boat wouldn't have the power to get away from Sol's gravity.
Within the whole bright round Of Sol's diurnal course I knew but one Who to compare with Caesar could be found; And that one, Caesar, thou didst call thy son! 'Twas only Caesar could destroy a Rome; Brutus alone that Caesar could withstand Where Brutus lives, must Caesar die! Thy home Be far from mine. I'll seek another land. Who will give me certainty!
"Then your mouth'll water, an' it'll take Henry and Tom both to hold you back." But Shif'less Sol's mouth was watering already, and his eyes were glued on the turkeys. "I'm a pow'ful lazy man, ez you know, Saplin'," he said, "but I'm goin' to help you pick them turkeys an' get 'em ready for the coals. The quicker they are cooked the better it'll suit me."
He anticipated that act a full half-second, and had dropped his own, pale and breathless. The girl recovered herself first. "There, I declare, I'm forgetting Mrs. Sol's coffee!" she exclaimed hastily, and, snatching up the coffee-pot, disappeared. When she returned, Rand was gone.
"Now you fellers kin keep on talkin' ef you want to," said the shiftless one, "but ez fur me I'm a man o' sense, a lazy man who don't work when he don't hev to, an' I'm goin' to sleep." He spread his blanket on the stone floor, lay down and kept his word. "We might as well follow," said Henry. "Sol's a man of intelligence, and, as he says, when there's nothing to do, rest."
Jacob Smith had been to the still, and apparently had imbibed the spirit there prevailing, to more effect than Sol's father had absorbed the spirit that had been taught in church. In plain words, Jacob Smith was very drunk, and very quarrelsome, and very unreasonable.
I kin fly low over your head, so low that I'll brush you with my wings, and with my red wattles, which are a wonder to see, an' you dassn't fire. I've got you where I want you, Sol Hyde. I ain't afeard o' anything but Injuns tonight." Shif'less Sol's words were so lugubrious that Henry was compelled to laugh under his breath.
Joe had thrown himself across the bed, boots and all, and was already shoulder-deep in sleep. They decided that, at daylight, Sol's son should ride to the county-seat, seven miles distant, and notify the coroner. During the time they spent between Joe's retirement and daybreak, Sol improved the minutes by arraigning, convicting, and condemning Joe for the murder of old Isom.
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