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round here, an’ hit th’ trail out. Mebby I’m wrong, but here’s where Mr. Smitty gets a jolt he won’t forget. It will be Number One. Whether or not he gets any more will depend on how he takes this one. I’m bettin’ he don’t stalk me for 鏉窞涓嬫矙澶у鐢熷吋鑱屽枬鑼?it鈥攈ere he comes, ridin’ lazy an’ tryin’ to sing. I ought to be able to come awful close at this distance, with a rifle layin’ on a rock rest.”

Mr. Smith, of the

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Bar H, rode at a walk, singing a song, the words of which should never appear 鏉窞妗戞嬁灏忓 in print.[150] He had a message to deliver to the Doc and was in no hurry. His hat, a Mexican sombrero with ultra-fancy band, and a high crown, which appeared to be even higher because of the vertical dents which pushed the top into a peak, was 鏉窞鐢峰+鏍归儴spa tilted rakishly off-center and looked rather ludicrous to the man on the mountain, who noted that there appeared to be plenty of hat and horse, but very little man. When just across a short stretch of rocky trail there rang out over the rider’s head a roar such as only black powder can make, and the tilted sombrero flew into 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇澶氬皯閽?the air and struck the ground. 鏉窞涓濊鏈嶅姟 The horse and its rider heard the roar at the same instant and each acted as their instincts prompted. The horse shot forward, clearing a dozen feet in the jump, sprang back, wheeling in the air, and bolted for the arroyo it had just 鏉窞榫欏嚖闃佽鍧?left, where it quickly recovered its poise and stopped to search out succulent grass tufts. Mr. Smith’s instincts seemed to have come to him through generations of acrobatic ancestors, although he was not aware that any of his family tree claimed any such accomplishments, at least since they had forsaken arboreal surroundings. Certainly he never boasted, even in his maddest sprees, of being in any way gifted in acrobatics. Nevertheless, he performed a creditable exhibition when the roar smashed against his ears. As the horse leaped, he grabbed at the pommel, missed it, and in his haste to jerk 鏉窞鎸夋懇閭e濂?his head back from the screaming lead he lost his balance. His feet left the stirrups, and then came swiftly upward as he pivoted on the saddle. They swept up past the horse’s neck, kept on and described a half-circle, the saddle as the 鏉窞瓒崇枟搴楁渶澶氱殑鍦版柟 center. As they went[151] up Mr. Smith’s head went down, and as the horse leaped back and whirled, he was jolted into a position rarely seen in horseback riding except in exhibitions. For a moment he stood on his shoulder against the cantle of the saddle and then turned a pretty, if unintentional, back flip onto the ground, landing squarely on his hat. The whole thing happened in a flash and the sound of the shot was still rumbling among the hills when, grabbing his sombrero, he started on a dead run for the horse and the ranch. When he reached the animal he leaped into the saddle without 鍏ㄥ浗楂樼鍝佽尪澶栧洿touching the stirrups, and urged a speedy departure, which his spurs obtained.

Johnny rolled over on his back and laughed heartily. Finally he sat up, put the empty shell in his pocket, reloaded the rifle and went up the mountain to hide Squint’鏉窞姘寸(iso鍏ㄥ s saddle in a better place, for he now believed such a precaution necessary. It was more than probable that Pine Mount

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k from the leaden spout sticking out of a wall near the Goharri mosque (a public

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drinking fountain) though the White Man in him must have been aware that the water was far from safe to drink. He would pick a stick of sugar-cane 鏉窞鎸夋懇閭i噷濂?off a stall as he passed, to gnaw it in the open street: or a sweet locust-bean. Here, everywhere, the cries of the open street greeted him and he responded radiantly. 鈥榊鈥檃lla, effendi, Skob鈥?鈥楴aharak said, ya Skob鈥?鈥楢llah salimak.鈥?He would sigh and say 鈥楧ear people鈥? and 鈥楬ow I love the place you have no idea!鈥?dodging a liquid-eyed camel as it humped down the narrow street 鏉窞淇濆仴娌瑰帇 threatening to knock us down with its bulging sumpters of bercim, the wild clover which is used as fodder. 鈥楳ay your prosperity increase鈥?鈥楤y your leave, my mother鈥?鈥楳ay your day be blessed鈥?鈥楩avour me, O sheik.鈥?Scobie walked here with the ease of a man who has come into his own estate, slowly, sumptuously, like an Arab. Today we sat together for a while in the shade of the ancient mosque listening to the clicking of the palms and the hooting of sea-going 鏉窞瓒虫荡tykjmldl liners in the invisible basin below. 鈥業鈥檝e just seen a directive鈥?said Scobie at last, in a sad withered little voice 鈥榓bout what they call a Peddyrast. It鈥檚 rather shaken me, old man. I don鈥檛 mind admitting it 鈥?I didn鈥檛 know the word. I had to look it up. At all costs, it says, we must exclude them. They are dangerous to the security of the net.鈥?I gave a laugh and for a moment the old man showed signs of wanting to respond with a weak giggle, but his depression overtook the impulse, to leave it buried, a small hollowness in those cherry-red cheeks. He puffed furiously at his pipe. 鈥楶eddyrast鈥?he repeated with scorn, and groped for his matchbox. 鈥業 don鈥檛 think they quite understand at Home鈥?he said sadly. 鈥楴ow the Egyptians, they don鈥檛 give a damn about a man if he has Tendencies 鈥?provided he鈥檚 the Soul of Honour, like me.鈥?鏉窞瓒虫荡姹熷崡鏄ヨ壊 He meant it. 鈥楤ut now, old man, if I am to work for the 鈥?You Know What 鈥?I ought to tell them 鈥?what do you say?鈥?鈥楧on鈥檛 be a fool, Scobie.鈥?鈥榃ell, I don鈥檛 know鈥?he said sadly. 鈥業 want to be honest with them. It isn鈥檛 that I cause any harm. I suppose one shouldn鈥檛 have Tendencies 鈥?any more than warts or a big nose. But what can I


do?鈥?鈥楽urely at your age very little?鈥?鈥楤elow the belt鈥?said the pirate with a flash of his old form. 鈥楧irty. Cruel. Narky.鈥?He 鏉窞姘寸枟spa浼氭墍鎺掑悕 looked archly at me round his pipe and suddenly cheered up. He began one of those delightful rambling monologues 鈥?another chapter in the saga he had composed around his oldest friend, the by now mythical Toby Mannering. 鈥楾oby was once Driven Medical by his excesses 鈥?I think I told you. No? Well, he was. Driven Medical.鈥?He was obviously quoting and with relish. 鈥楲ord how he 鏉窞娌瑰帇灏卞仛浠€涔?used to go it as a young man. Stretched the limit in beating the bounds. Finally he found himself under the Doctor, had to wear an Appliance.鈥?His voice rose by nearly an octave. 鈥楬e went about in a leopard-skin muff when he had shore l

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bery outside, and ate my beautiful and delicious capture with great delight. I was somewhat sticky and 鏉窞涓濊鍏荤敓浼氭墍 messy, but fortune favored me and I made my way into the nursery without meeting any one, washed my hands and face to the best of my ability, and then went in the corner of the piazza where my dolls were, and felt serenely happy. When I came out with my doll for a walk I found quite an excitement. First May, the Irish nurse who was head of the nursery, met


me and asked if I had taken one of the beautiful peaches. Quite calmly I answered 鈥淣o.鈥?Then every one I met told of the rape of the peach and asked if I knew anything about it. I always managed to 鏉窞娲楁荡鐖借answer in the same calm negative,{109} though by this time I was far


from feeling calm within. Finally May went to my father with many lamentations, and announced that one of the servants had taken one of the beautiful peaches from the sideboard. Papa said: 鈥淪end Miss Bessie to me.鈥?So I came 鏉窞姘寸枟浼氭墍鎺掑悕 and papa repeated the terrible question, as it had now come to be, and I answered with the same 鈥淣o,鈥?but very faint was it this time, for I felt it was no use, as papa seemed to me to have all the qualities of the Deity, omniscience being one. He said with a terribly pained voice:

鈥淢y little daughter, why tell a lie? I was writing here and heard your little feet coming and going through the room, but thought of no possible harm until this outcry about the missing peach was brought to me, and then I turned and saw the chair placed by the sideboard, 鏉窞娲楁荡涓績澶у叏 and knew what the little feet had been busy about, and sent for my little girl, feeling sure she would tell me what she had done. It was a shock to me to hear that 鈥楴o,鈥?and a real grief. That my little daughter, named after my blessed Aunt Blythe, who was the soul of honor, should have 鏉窞妗戞嬁鍝噷钀ヤ笟 taken one of the beautiful peaches sent to her mother who is ill, without asking for it, is bad enough; but that{110} that same little daughter should tell a lie about it is a great distress. But most of all is the fact that she told a lie which would leave the guilt 鏉窞鎸夋懇鍑忚偉闇€瑕佸灏戦挶 to fall upon an innocent person! That is a terrible thing to have done, and I must punish you, so that you may never fall so low again. Go into the little room and wait until I come.鈥?

I went. The little room was a shed-room on the northeast corner of the piazza, which was kept always 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇瀵绘 ready for any stray man guest who might arrive unexpectedly. The little mahogany bed was always made up with fresh sheets and white coverlet and looked very inviting. I sat in the rocking-chair and rocked, trying to make believe to myself that I did not care and was not frightened. After a while my father came and gave me a severe switching. When he had finished he kissed me, put me on the bed, and threw a light linen coverlet over me, and I went to sleep. I slept a long time, for when I woke up it was nearly dark, and I felt like an angel in heaven鈥旀澀宸炲摢閲屾湁娴村満鍙互鍚?so happy and peaceful and, above all, filled with a kind of adoration for my father. It is strange what a realization of right and wrong that gave me, baby though I was. I have never c

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me with wild speed down the river, and as there had been no rush to get aboard, little Baptiste knew that the cribs on which the men stood were so hard aground that no lives were in danger. It meant much 鏉窞鍏荤敓浼氭墍鍝鏈嶅姟濂?to him; it meant that he was instantly at liberty to gather in money! money, in sums that loomed to gigantic figures before his imagination.

He knew that there was an important reason for hurrying the deals to Quebec, else the great risk of running a band at that season would not 鏉窞瀹跺涵寮忓吇鐢熶細鎵€ have been undertaken; and he knew that hard cash would be paid down as salvage for all planks brought ashore, and thus secured from drifting far and wide over the lake-like expanse below the rapid’s foot. Little Baptiste plunged his oars in and made for a clump of deals 鏉窞澶滄鎷?floating in the eddy near his own shore. As he rushed along, the 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇浠锋牸 raftsmen’s boat crossed his bows, going to the main raft below for ropes and material to secure the cribs coming down intact.

“Good boy!” shouted the foreman to Baptiste. “Ten cents for every deal you fetch ashore above 鏉窞娲楁荡灏忓鎬ф伅 the raft!”

Ten cents! he had expected but five! What a harvest!

Striking his pike-pole into the clump of deals,鈥?fifty at least,” said joyful Baptiste,鈥攈e soon secured them to his boat, and then pulled, pulled, pulled, till the blood rushed to his head, and his arms ached, 鏉窞淇濆仴浼氭墍before he landed his wealth.

“Father!” cried he, bursting breathlessly into the sleeping household. “Come quick! I can’t get it up without you.”

“Big sturgeon?” cried the shantyman, jumping into his trousers.

“Oh, but we shall have a good fish breakfast!” cried Delima.

“Did I 鏉窞妗戞嬁缁忕悊 not say


the blessed le bon Dieu would send plenty fish?” observed 鏉窞鐢峰+鍏ㄨ韩绮炬补鎸夋懇 Memere.

“Not a fish!” cried little Baptiste, with recovered breath. “But look! look!” and he flung open the door. The eddy was now white with planks.

“Ten cents for each!” cried the boy. “The foreman told me.”

“Ten 鏉窞涓濊濂硄q cents!” shouted his father. “Bapt锚me! it’s my winter’s wages!”

And the old grandmother! And Delima? Why, they just put their arms round each other and cried for joy.

“And yet there’s no breakfast,” said Delima, starting up. “And they will work hard, hard.”

At that instant 鏉窞娲楁荡娑堣垂 who should reach the door but Monsieur Conolly! He was a man who respected cash wherever he found it, and already the two Baptistes had a fine show ashore.

“Ma’ame Larocque,” said Conolly, politely, putting in his head, “of course you know I was only joking yesterday. You can 鏉窞榫欏嚖璁哄潧Vip get anything you want at the store.”

What a breakfast they did have, to be sure! the Baptistes eating while they worked. Back and forward they dashed till late afternoon, driving ringed spikes into the deals, running light ropes through the rings, and, when a good string had thus been made, going ashore to haul in. At that hauling Delima and Memere, even little Andr茅 and Odillon gave a hand.

Everybody in the little hamlet made money that day, but the Larocques twice as much as any other family,鏉窞瓒虫荡缃? because they had an eddy and a low shore. With the help of the people “the big

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wster Stanton, a very vigorous 鏉窞瓒虫荡鎸夋懇璁哄潧 Anti-Slavery editor and the husband of Elizabeth Cady Stanton, the champion of women’s rights; Theodore Parker, the great Boston divine; O.B. Frothingham, another famous preacher; Thomas Wentworth Higginson, the writer; Samuel Johnson, C.L. Redmond, James Monroe, A.T. Foss, William Wells 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇浼氭墍璁哄潧 Brown, Henry C. Wright, G.D. Hudson, Sallie Holley, Anna E. Dickinson, Aaron M. Powell, George Brodburn, Lucy Stone, Edwin Thompson, Nathaniel W. Whitney, Sumner Lincoln, James Boyle, Giles B. Stebbins, Thomas T. Stone, George M. Putnam, Joseph A. Howland, Susan B. Anthony,鏉窞鐖辨儏鏁呬簨spa椋炴満 Frances E. Watkins, Loring Moody, Adin Ballou, W.H. Fish, Daniel Foster, A.J. Conover, James

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N. Buffum, Charles C. Burleigh, William Goodell, Joshua Leavitt, Charles M. Denison, Isaac Hopper, Abraham L. Cox.

To the above should be added the names of Alvin Stewart of New York, who 鏉窞spa璁哄潧issued the call for the convention that projected the Liberty party, and of John Kendrick, who executed the first will including a bequest in aid of the Abolition cause.

And here must not be omitted the name of John P. Hale, of New Hampshire, who was a candidate for the Presidency on 鏉窞娲楁荡鎸夋懇浼氭墍 the Liberty party ticket, and also a conspicuous member of the U.S. Senate.

Going westward, we come to Ohio, which became, early in the movement, the dominating center of Abolitionist influence. Salmon P. Chase was there. James G. Birney, after being forced out of Kentucky, 鏉窞鎸夋懇鐨勫湴鏂?was there. Ex-United States Senator Thomas Morris, a candidate for

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the Vice-Presidency on the Liberty party ticket, was there. Leicester King and Samuel Lewis, Abolition candidates for the governorship of the State, were there. Joshua R. Giddings and United States Senator Ben. Wade were 鏉窞姘寸枟浼氭墍鐖借 there.

One great advantage the Ohio Abolitionists enjoyed was that they were harmonious and united. In the East that was not the case. There was a bitter feud between the Garrisonians, who relied on moral suasion, and the advocates of political action. All Ohio Abolitionists 鏉窞spa浼氭墍 were ready and eager to employ the ballot.

There is another name, in speaking of Ohio, that must not be omitted. Dr. Townsend was the man who made Salmon P. Chase a United States Senator, and at a time when the Abolition voting strength in Ohio was a meager fraction in comparison 鏉窞娌瑰帇鍙互骞?with that of the old parties鈥攏umbering not over one in twenty. It happened to be a time when the old parties鈥攖he Whigs and the Democrats鈥攈ad so nearly an equal representation in the State Legislature that Townsend, who was a State Senator, and two co-operating members, held a balance of 鏉窞妗戞嬁缃戠珯 power. Both parties were exceedingly anxious to control the Legislature, as that body, under the State constitution then in force, had the distribution of a great deal of patronage. The consideration for the deciding vote demanded by Townsend and his associates was the election 鏉窞鎸夋懇鏈嶅姟 of Chase to the Senate. They and the Democrats made the deal. Naturally enough, the Whigs expressed great indignation until it was shown that they had offered to enter into very much the same arrangement.

Some years before the events just spoken

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ld, and with her last breath cried out: “Avenge me, my daughter! 鏉窞姘寸(鏈嶅姟鍥剧墖 Avenge me!”

Full of rage and despair, Azucena rushed away from the terrible scene, and, determined to take a speedy revenge, she entered the Count’s deserted castle, and snatching up the sick child鈥攚ho was already recovering鈥攕he ran back with him to the place of execution, intending to burn him in the same fire that had consumed her mother.

The mad crowd had departed by this time; and stirring up the dying embers into a blaze once more, the young gipsy was just about to fling a second victim into their midst, when the Count’s child uttered a plaintive cry.

The child’s 鏉窞娲楁荡涓€鏉¢緳 wailing softened the heart of Azucena for a moment, and putting him down on the grass beside her own babe, she sank to the ground in a semi-conscious state.

Suddenly, however, a vision of her poor mother writhing in the flames and calling out for vengeance arose 鏉窞涓嬪煄鍖烘壘鏈嶅姟 before her troubled imagination, and starting up in a delirium of rage, she seized the wailing infant, and flung him into the midst of the flames, with a triumphant cry.

But her triumph was quickly changed to horror, for, on turning to pick up her own sweet babe, she found that the Count’s son was still alive! 鏉窞鏈夌孩鐏竴鏉¤鍦ㄥ摢閲?In that moment of blind frenzy, she had snatched up her own child in mistake, and cast him into the devouring flames.

Stunned by this terrible blow, Azucena was now filled with remorse and woe, and tenderly lifting the helpless babe who had been the innocent 鏉窞妗戞嬁鍏ㄥ涓€鏉¢緳鏈嶅姟 cause of two such dreadful deeds, she bore him away to the mountains of Biscaglia, to be brought up as her own son in the gipsy tribe to which she belonged. But, though Azucena soon grew to love her adopted son with all her heart, she could not forget the past, and she 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇36寮?still nursed a deep desire for vengeance against the murderers of her mother.

When, after the burning of the supposed witch, it was discovered that the Count’s sick child had been stolen, a great outcry of grief arose; and as the young Zingara, Azucena (who had been observed to rush away during the burning 鏉窞姘寸(鍧婅冻娴?of her mother), had now disappeared from the neighbourhood, it was plain to all that she had taken the missing babe with her, out of revenge. The Count, in despair, sent out search-parties in every direction; but all their efforts were in vain, for no traces could 鏉窞鍗冩寚姊︽瑙勫悧 be found of the lost child.

Now it happened that during the evening after the old Zingara’s terrible death one of the


Count’s followers, Ferrando, came past the place of execution, and noticed upon the heap of ashes the charred bones of a little child amongst those of 鏉窞鎸夋懇淇℃伅缃?the gipsy-woman; and he at once came to the conclusion that Azucena, in revenge, had stolen away his lord’s babe in order to burn him upon the same pile with her mother. He was filled with horror as the certainty of this grew upon him, but he decided to say nothing about it to the Count, thinking it more 鏉窞榫欏嚖鍏艰亴濂宠鍧?merciful to let the distracted father imagine that his stolen child was still living. However, he stored up in his memory the picture of the young Zingara’s features, that he might know her again; a

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o do that trick.鈥?

鈥淲ell, sir, I was hypnotised like that鈥攑recisely like that. He beckoned and I 鏉窞瓒崇枟鎸夋懇浠蜂綅 followed.

鈥淪uddenly I saw a little door in the corner of the kitchen standing open鈥攁 door I had never noticed before. The shadowy vision backed towards it. Still I followed. Then he entered its portals. As I advanced he grew more and more transparent, and 鏉窞瓒虫荡娌瑰帇璁哄潧 finally melted away, and the heavy door shut upon him with a tremendous crash and rattle. The lamp fell from my trembling hand and was shattered to fragments on the stone floor. I was in pitch darkness鈥攕ilence reigned鈥擨 don鈥檛 remember how I got out to the light again.

鈥淣ext morning early I got in some workmen and took them down to the kitchen, direct to the

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corner where the door was through which the apparition vanished 鏉窞鍝佽尪蹇 the previous night.

鈥淶ounds, sir, there was no door there鈥攐nly the white plastered wall. I was dumbfoundered. 鈥楳rs Trombone,鈥?I said to the cook, 鈥榳here the 鏉窞spa鍝噷鍙互鍙?devil is that door gone?鈥欌€?

鈥溾€楾he door, sir,鈥?said the cook, 鈥榯here ain鈥檛 no door there that I ever saw.鈥?

鈥溾€楾rombone,鈥?I replied, 鈥榙on鈥檛 tell falsehoods鈥攜ou鈥檙e a fool.鈥?

鈥淚 made the men set to work and tear down the plaster and stuff, and, egad, sir, in an hour we 鏉窞澶滅綉spa found the door鈥攁 thick oak, nail studded, iron clamped old door. It took some time to force it open, and then down three steps we found ourselves in a chamber with mighty thick walls and with a flagged floor, about six feet square, lit by a small slit of a window.

鈥溾€楾ear up the flags,鈥?I said.

鈥淭hey did so, and there was only earth below.

鈥溾€楧ig down,鈥?I said, 鈥榙ig like thunder,鈥?

鈥淚n about an hour we came to a huge flag 鏉窞榫欏嚖璁哄潧瑗挎箹闃?with a ring in[26] it. Up it came, and below it was a dryly-built bottle-shaped well.

鈥淲e went down with lights. What do you think we found at the bottom of it?鈥?

鈥淧erhaps water,鈥?I suggested.

鈥淲ater be d?,鈥?said Captain Chester, 鈥渨e found the mouldering skeleton of a very tall man in a sitting posture. Beside him lay a large rosary and a stout oak cudgel鈥攖he rosary and cudgel I had seen in the phantom鈥檚 hands the 鏉窞钀у北澶滅綉 previous night. My friend, I had solved the problem鈥攖hat was the skeleton of the old Prior of Pittenweem who vanished in that house hundreds of years ago.鈥?
The True Tale of the Phantom Coach.
The great curtain had fallen after the pantomime, and I was standing chatting on the stage of the theatre at Cambridge when one of the stage men came to tell me I was wanted at the stage door and I must hurry up at once. Thither I 鏉窞姘寸枟spa浼氭墍鍏ㄥ proceeded, and found a lot of golfing boys, hunting boys, dramatic boys, and all sorts of other merry 鈥橵arsity boys, who shouted out 鈥淐ome along quick to the Blue Pig鈥?(the 鈥淏lue Pig鈥?is a Cambridge name for the Blue Boar Hotel), 鈥渨e want you to meet a fellow called Willie Carson, and there is to be supper, and he has something to tell us. The 鈥楤ogie Man鈥?has gone on there now, so come right away.鈥?

Well, off we went 鏉窞涓嶆瑙勭殑瓒虫荡搴楄繕鏈夊悧 to the Blue Boar Hotel, and we found Carson sitting over a blazing f

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