THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA IRVINE GIFT OF MRS. JOHN A. BELL SHOCKS THE HOOSIER SCH O OLM ASTE R A Story of Backwoods Life in Indiana REVISED with an introduction and Notes on the District by the Author, EDWARD EQQLESTON, With Character Sketches by F. OPPER and other Illustrations by W. E. B. STARKWEATHER OROSSET & DXJNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK Entered according: to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by ORANGE JUDD & CO., In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. Copyright, 1892. By ORANGE JUDD COMPANY, Copyright, 1809 By EDWARD EGGLESTON. AS A PEBBLE CAST UPON A GREAT CAIRN, THIS EDITION IS INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. WHOSE CORDIAL ENCOURAGEMENT TO MY EARLY STUDIES OF AMERICAN DIALECT IS GRATEFULLY REMEMBERED. THE AUTHOR. PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. BEING THE HISTORY OF A STORY. "THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER" was written and printed in the autumn of 1871. It is therefore now about twenty-one years old, and the publishers propose to mark its coming of age by issuing a li brary edition. I avail myself of the occasion to make some needed revisions, and to preface the new edition with an account of the origin and ad ventures of the book. If I should seem to betray unbecoming pride in speakng of a story that has passed into several languages and maintained an undiminished popularity for more than a score of years, I count on receiving the indulgence com monly granted to paternal vanity when cele brating the majority of a first-born. With all its faults on its head, this little tale has become a clas sic, in the bookseller's sense at least ; and a public that has shown so constant a partiality for it has a right to feel some curiosity regarding its history. I persuade myself that additional extenuation for 6 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. this biography of a book is to be found in the rela tion which " The Hoosier School-Master " happens to bear to the most significant movement in Ameri can literature in our generation. It is the file-leader of the procession of American dialect novels. Be fore the appearance of this story, the New England folk-speech had long been employed for various literary purposes, it is true; and after its use by Lowell, it had acquired a standing that made it the classic lingua rustica of the United States. Even Hoosiers and Southerners when put into print, as they sometimes were in rude burlesque stories, usually talked about " huskin' bees " and " apple- parin' bees " and used many other expressions for eign to their vernacular. American literature hardly touched the speech and life of the people outside of New England ; in other words, it was provincial in the narrow sense. I can hardly suppose that " The Hoosier School- Master " bore any causative relation to that broader provincial movement in our literature which now includes such remarkable productions as the writ ings of Mr. Cable, Mr. Harris, Mr. Page, Miss Murfree, Mr. Richard Malcom Johnson, Mr. Howe, Mr. Garland, some of Mrs. Burnett's stories and others quite worthy of inclusion in this list. The taking up of life in this regional way has made our REFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. / literature really national by the only process possi ble. The Federal nation has at length manifested a consciousness of the continental diversity of its forms of life. The "great American novel," for which prophetic critics yearned so fondly twenty years ago, is appearing in sections. I may claim for this book the distinction, such as it is, of being the first of the dialect stories that depict a life quite beyond New England influence. Some of Mr. Bret Harte's brief and powerful tales had already fore shadowed this movement toward a larger rendering of our life. But the romantic character of Mr. Harte's delightful stories and the absence of any thing that can justly be called dialect in them mark them as rather forerunners than beginners of the prevailing school. For some years after the ap pearance of the present novel, my own stories had to themselves the field of provincial realism (if, in deed, there be any such thing as realism) before there came the succession of fine productions which have made the last fourteen years notable. Though it had often occurred to me to write something in the dialect now known as Hoosier the folk speech of the southern part of Ohio, In diana, and Illinois of forty years ago I had post poned the attempt indefinitely, probably because the only literary use that had been made of the 8 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. allied speech of the Southwest had been in the books of the primitive humorists of that region. I found it hard to dissociate in my own mind the dialect from the somewhat coarse boisterousness which seemed inseparable from it in the works of these rollicking writers. It chanced that in 1871 Taine's lectures on " Art in the Netherlands," or rather Mr. John Durand's translation of them, fell into my hands as a book for editorial review. These discourses are little else than an elucidation of the thesis that the artist of originality will work coura geously with the materials he finds in his own envi ronment. In Taine's view, all life has matter for the artist, if only he have eyes to see. Many years previous to the time of which I am now speaking, while I was yet a young man, I had projected a lecture on the Hoosier folk-speech, and had even printed during the war a little political skit in that dialect in a St. Paul paper. So far as I know, nothing else had ever been printed in the Hoosier. Under the spur of Taine's argument, I now proceeded to write a short story wholly in the dialect spoken in my childhood by rustics on the north side of the Ohio River. This tale I called " The Hoosier School-Master." It consisted almost entirely of an autobiographical narration in dialect by Mirandy Means of the incidents that form the PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 9 groundwork of the present story. I was the newly installed editor of a weekly journal, Hearth and Home, and I sent this little story in a new dia lect to my printer. It chanced that one of the proprietors of the paper saw a part of it in proof. He urged me to take it back and make a longer story out of the materials, and he expressed great confidence in the success of such a story. Yielding to his suggestion, I began to write this novel from week to week as it appeared in the paper, and thus found myself involved in the career of a novelist, which had up to that time formed no part of my plan of life. In my inexperience I worked at a white-heat, completing the book in ten weeks. Long before these weeks of eager toil were over, it was a question among my friends whether the novel might not write finis to me before I should see the end of it. The sole purpose I had in view at first was the resuscitation of the dead-and-alive newspaper of which I had ventured to take charge. One of the firm of publishers thought much less favorably of my story than his partner did. I was called into the private office and informed with some severity that my characters were too rough to be presenta ble in a paper so refined as ours. I confess they did seem somewhat too robust fora sheet so anaemic IO PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. as Hearth and Home had been in the months just preceding. But when, the very next week after this protest was made, the circulation of the paper increased some thousands at a bound, my employ er's critical estimate of the work underwent a rapid change a change based on what seemed to him better than merely literary considerations. By the time -the story closed, at the end of fourteen instal ments, the subscription list had multiplied itself four or five fold. It is only fair to admit, however, that the original multiplicand had been rather small. Papers in Canada and in some of the other Eng lish colonies transferred the novel bodily to their columns, and many of the American country papers helped themselves to it quite freely. It had run some weeks of its course before it occurred to any one that it might profitably be reprinted in book form. The publishers were loath to risk much in the venture. The newspaper type was rejustified to make a book page, and barely two thousand copies were printed for a first edition. I remem ber expressing the opinion that the number was too large. " The Hoosier School Master " was pirated with the utmost promptitude by tha Messrs. Routledge, in England, for that was in the barbarous days before PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. II international copyright, when English publishers complained of the unscrupulousness of American re- printers, while they themselves pounced upon every line of American production that promised some shillings of profit. "The Hoosier School-Master" was brought out in England in a cheap, sensational form. The edition of ten thousand has long been out of print. For this large edition and for the editions issued in the British colonies and in continental Europe I have never received a penny. A great many men have made money out of the book, but my own returns have been compara tively small. For its use in serial form I received nothing beyond my salary as editor. On the copyright edition I have received the moderate royalty allowed to young authors at the outset of their work. The sale of the American edition in the first twenty years amounted to seventy thou sand copies. The peculiarity of this sale is its steadi ness. After twenty years, " The Hoosier School- Master " is selling at the average rate of more than three thousand copies per annum. During the last half-dozen years the popularity of the book has apparently increased, and its twentieth year closed with a sale of twenty-one hundred in six months. Only those who are familiar with the book trade and who know how brief is the life of the average 12 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. novel will understand how exceptional is this long- continued popularity. Some of the newspaper reviewers of twenty years ago were a little puzzled to know what to make of a book in so questionable a shape, for the American dialect novel was then a new-comer. But nothing could have given a beginner more genuine pleasure than the cordial commendation of the leading pro fessional critic of the time, the late Mr. George Ripley, who wrote an extended review of this book for the Tribune. The monthly magazines all spoke of " The Hoosier School-Master " in terms as favorable as it deserved. I cannot pretend that I was con tent with these notices at the time, for I had the sensitiveness of a beginner. But on looking at the reviews in the magazines of that day, I am amused to find that the faults pointed out in the work of my prentice hand are just those that I should be disposed to complain of now, if it were any part of my business to tell the reader wherein I might have done better. The Nation, then in its youth, honored " The Hoo sier School-Master " by giving it two pages, mostly in discussion of its dialect, but dispensing paradoxical praise and censure in that condescending way with which we are all familiar enough. Accord ing to its critic, the author had understood and PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 13 described the old Western life, but he had done it "quite sketchily, to be sure." Yet it was done w with essential truth and some effectiveness." The sritic, however, instantly stands on the other foot again and adds that the book " is not a captivating one." But he makes amends in the very next sen tence by an allusion to " the faithfulness of its tran script of the life it depicts," and then instantly balances the account on the adverse side of the ledger by assuring the reader that " it has no interest of passion or mental power." But even this fatal conclusion is diluted by a dependent clause. " Pos sibly," says the reviewer, " the good feeling of the intertwined love story may conciliate the good-will of some of the malcontent." One could hardly carry further the fine art of oscillating between moderate commendation and parenthetical damna tion an art that lends a factitious air of judicial impartiality and mental equipoise. Beyond ques tion, The Nation is one of the ablest weekly papers in the world ; the admirable scholarship of its arti cles and reviews in departments of special knowl edge might well be a subject of pride to any American. But its inadequate reviews of current fiction add nothing to its value, and its habitual tone of condescending depreciation in treating imaginative literature of indigenous origin is one 14 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. of the strongest discouragements to literary pro duction. The main value of good criticism lies in its readi ness and penetration in discovering and applauding merit not before recognized, or imperfectly recog nized. This is a conspicuous trait of Sainte-Beuve, the greatest of all newspaper critics. He knew how to be severe upon occasion, but he saw talent in advance of the public and dispensed encourage ment heartily, so that he made himself almost a fos ter-father to the literature of his generation in France. But there is a class of anonymous review ers in England and America who seem to hold a traditional theory that the function of a critic toward new-born talent is analogous to that of Pha raoh toward the infant Jewish population. 1 During the first year after its publication " The 1 Since writing the passage in the text, I have met with the follow ing in The Speaker, of London : " Everybody knows that when an important work is published in history, philosophy, or any branch of science, the editor of a respectable paper employs an expert to review it; ... indeed, the more abstruse the subject of the book, the more careful and intelligent you will find the review. . . . It is equally well known that works of fiction and books of verse are not treated with anything like the same care. ... A good poem, play, or novel is at least as fine an achievement as a good history ; yet the history gets the benefit of an expert's judgment and two columns of thoughtful praise or censure, while the poem, play, or novel is treated to ten skittish lines by the hack who happens to be within nearest call when the book comes in." PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 1 5 Hoosier School-Master " was translated into French and published in a condensed form in the Revue des Deux Mondes. The translator was the writer who signs the name M. Th. Bentzon, and who is wsll known to be Madame Blanc. This French version afterward appeared in book form in the same volume with one of Mr. Thomas Bailey Al- drich's stories and some other stories of mine. In this latter shape I have never seen it. The title given to the story by Madame Blanc was " Le Maitre d'cole de Flat Creek." It may be imagined that the translator found it no easy task to get equiva lents in French for expressions in a dialect new and strange. " I'll be dog-on'd " appears in French as " devil take me " (" diable m'emporte "), which is not bad ; the devil being rather a jolly sort of fellow, in French. " The Church of the Best Licks " seems rather unrenderable, and I do not see how the trans lator could have found a better phrase for it than "L'Eglise des Racltfes" though " raclees " does not convey the double sense of "licks." "Jim epelaif vite comme F eclair " is not a good rendering of " Jim spelled like lightning," since it is not the celerity of the spelling that is the main consideration. " Con- cours d'epellation " is probably the best equivalent for " spelling-school," but it seems something more stately in its French dress. When Bud says, with l6 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. reference to Hannah, " I never took no shine that air way," the phrase is rather too idiomatic for the French tongue, and it becomes " I haven't run after that hare " ^ Je rial pas chasst ce Itivre-la "). Per haps the most sadly amusing thing in the transla tion is the way the meaning of the nickname Shocky is missed in an explanatory foot-note. It is, accord ing to the translator, an abbreviation or corruption of the English word " shocking," which expresses the shocking ugliness of the child " qui exprime la laideur choquante de F enfant" A German version of " The Hoosier School-Mas ter " was made about the time of the appearance of the French translation, but of this I have never seen a copy. I know of it only from the statement made to me by a German professor, that he had read it in German before he knew any English. What are the equivalents in High German for " right smart " and " dog-on " I cannot imagine. Several years after the publication of "The Hoo sier School-Master " it occurred to Mr. H. Hansen,of Kjoge, in Denmark, to render it into Danish. Among the Danes the book enjoyed a popularity as great, perhaps, as it has had at home. The circulation warranted Mr. Hansen and his publisher in bringing out several other novels of mine. The Danish translator was the only person concerned in the PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. I? various foreign editions of this book who had the courtesy to ask the author's leave. Under the old conditions in regard to international copyright, an author came to be regarded as one not entitled even to common civilities in the matter of reprinting his works he was to be plundered without politeness. As I look at the row of my books in the unfamiliar Danish, I am reminded of that New England mother who, on recovering her children carried away by the Canadian Indians, found it impossible to communi cate with a daughter who spoke only French and a son who knew nothing but the speech of his savage captors. Mr. Hansen was thoughtful enough to send me the reviews of my books in the Danish newspapers; and he had the double kindness to translate these into English and to leave out all but those that were likely to be agreeable to my vanity. Of these I remember but a single sentence, and that because it was expressed with felicity. The re viewer said of the fun in "The Hoosier School- Master:" "This is humor laughing to keep from bursting into tears." A year or two before the appearance of " The Hoo sier School-Master," a newspaper article of mine touching upon American dialect .interested Mr. Low ell, and he urged me to " look for the foreign influ ence " that has affected the speech of the Ohio River 1 8 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. country. My reverence for him as the master in such studies did not prevent me from feeling that the suggestion was a little absurd. But at a later period I became aware that North Irishmen used many of the pronunciations and idioms that distinctly char acterized the language of old-fashioned people on the Ohio. Many Ulster men say " wair " for were and " air " for are, for example. Connecting this with the existence of a considerable element of Scotch-Irish names in the Ohio River region, I could not doubt that here was one of the keys the master had bidden me look for. While pursuing at a later period a series of investigations into the culture- history of the American people in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, I became much interested in the emigration to America from the north of Ire land, a movement that waxed and waned as the great Irish-linen industry of the last century declined or prospered. The first American home of these Irish was Pennsylvania. A portion of them were steady-going, psalm-singing, money-getting people, who in course of time made themselves felt in the commerce, politics, and intellectual life of the na tion. There was also a dare-devil element, de scended perhaps from those rude borderers who were deported to Ireland more for the sake of the peace of North Britain than for the benefit of Ire- PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 19 land. In this rougher class there was perhaps a larger dash of the Celtic fire that came from the wild Irish women whom the first Scotch settlers in Ulster made the mothers of their progeny. Arrived in the wilds of Pennsylvania, these Irishmen built rude cabins, planted little patches of corn and po tatoes, and distilled a whiskey that was never suf fered to grow mellow. The forest was congenial to men who spent much the larger part of their time in boisterous sport of one sort or another. The manufacture of the rifle was early brought to Lancaster, in Pennsylvania, direct from the land of its invention by Swiss emigrants, and in the adven turous Scotch-Irishman of the Pennsylvania frontier the rifle found its fellow. Irish settlers became hunters of wild beasts, explorers, pioneers, and war riors against the Indians, upon whom they avenged their wrongs with relentless ferocity. Both the Irish race and the intermingled Pennsylvania Dutch were prolific, and the up-country of Pennsylvania soon overflowed. Emigration was held in check to the westward for a while by the cruel massacres of the French and Indian wars, and one river of pop ulation poured itself southward into the fertile val leys of the Virginia mountain country; another and larger flood swept still farther to the south along the eastern borders of the Appalachian range until 20 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDIT/ON. it reached the uplands of Carolina. When the mi litia of one county in South Carolina was mustered during the Revolution, it was found that every one of the thirty-five hundred men enrolled were natives of Pennsylvania. These were mainly sons of North Irishmen, and from the Carolina Irish sprang Cal- houn, the most aggressive statesman that has ap peared in America, and Jackson, the most brilliant military genius in the whole course of our history. Before the close of the Revolution this adventurous race had begun to break over the passes of the Al- leghanies into the dark and bloody ground of Ken tucky and Tennessee. Soon afterward a multitude of Pennsylvanians of all stocks the Scotch-Irish and those Germans, Swiss, and Hollanders who are commonly classed together as the Pennsylvania Dutch, as well as a large number of people of Eng lish descent began to migrate down the Ohio Val ley. Along with them came professional men and people of more or less culture, chiefly from eastern Virginia and Maryland. There came also into In diana and Illinois, from the border States and from as far south as North Carolina and Tennessee, a body of "poor whites." These semi-nomadic people, descendants of the colonial bond-servants, formed, in the second quarter of the nineteenth century, the lowest rank of Hoosiers. But as early as 1845 there PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 21 was a considerable exodus of these to Missouri. From Pike County, in that State, they wended their way to California, to appear in Mr. Bret Harte's stories as " Pikes." The movement of this class out of Indiana went on with augmented volume in the fifties. The emigrants of this period mostly sought the States lying just west of the Mississippi, and the poorer sort made the trip in little one-horse wagons of the sorriest description, laden mainly with white- headed children and followed by the yellow curs that are the one luxury indispensable to a family of this class. To this migration and to a liberal pro vision for popular education Indiana owes a great improvement in the average intelligence of her people. As early as 1880, I believe, the State had come to rank with some of the New England States in the matter of literacy. The folk-speech of the Ohio River country has many features in common with that of the eastern Middle States, while it received but little from the dignified eighteenth-century English of eastern Vir ginia. There are distinct traces of the North-Irish in the idioms and in the peculiar pronunciations. One finds also here and there a word from the " Penn sylvania Dutch," such as " waumus " for a loose jacket, from the German wamms, a doublet, and " smearcase " for cottage cheese, from the German 22 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. schmierkdse. The only French word left by the old voyageurs, so far as I now remember, is " cordelle," to tow a boat by a rope carried along the shore. Substantially the same folk-speech exists wher ever the Pennsylvania migration formed the main element of the primitive settlement. I have heard the same dialect in the South Carolina uplands that one gets from a Posey County Hoosier, or rather that one used to get in the old days before the van dal school-master had reduced the vulgar tongue to the monotonous propriety of what we call good English. In drawing some of the subordinate characters in this tale a little too baldly from the model, I fell into an error common to inexperienced writers. It is amusing to observe that these portrait characters seem the least substantial of all the figures in the book. Dr. Small is a rather unrealistic villain, but I knew him well and respected him in my boyish heart for a most exemplary Christian of good fam ily at the very time that, according to testimony afterward given, he was diversifying his pursuits as a practising physician by leading a gang of burglars. More than one person has been pointed out as the original of Bud Means, and I believe there are one or two men each of whom flatters himself that he posed for the figure of the first disciple of the PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 23 Church of the Best Licks. Bud is made up of ele ments found in some of his race, but not in any one man. Not dreaming that the story would reach beyond the small circulation of Hearth and Home, I used the names of people in Switzerland and Deca- tur counties, in Indiana, almost without being aware of it. I have heard that a young man bearing the surname given to one of the rudest families in this book had to suffer many gibes while a student at an Indiana college. I here do public penance for my culpable indiscretion. " Jeems Phillips," name and all, is a real person whom at the time of writing this story I had not seen since I was a lad of nine and he a man of nearly forty. He was a mere memory to me, and was put into the book with some slighting remarks which the real Jeems did not deserve. I did not know that he was living, and it did not seem likely that the story would have vitality enough to travel all the way to Indiana. But the portion referring to Phillips was transferred to the county paper circu lating among Jeems' neighbors. For once the good- natured man was, as they say in Hoosier, " mad," and he threatened to thrash the editor. " Do you think he means you?" demanded the editor. "To be sure he does," said the champion speller. "Can you spell ? " "I can spell down any master that ever 24 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. came to our district," he replied. As time passed on, Phillips found himself a lion. Strangers desired an introduction to him as a notability, and invited the champion to dissipate with them at the soda fountain in the village drug store. It became a matter of pride with him that he was the most famous speller in the world. Two years ago, while visiting the town of my nativity, I met upon the street the aged Jeems Phillips, whom I had not seen for more than forty years. I would go far to hear him " spell down " a complacent school-master once more. The publication of this book gave rise to an amus ing revival of the spelling-school as a means of public entertainment, not in rustic regions alone, but in towns also. The furor extended to the great cities of New York and London, and reached at last to farthest Australia, spreading to every region in which English is spelled or spoken. But the effect of the chapter on the spelling-school was temporary and superficial; the only organization that came from the spelling-school mania, so far as I know, was an association of proof-readers in London to discuss mooted points. The sketch of the Church of the Best Licks, however, seems to have made a deep and enduring impression upon individuals and to have left some organized results. I myself endeav- PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 2$ ored to realize it, and for five years I was the pastor of a church in Brooklyn, organized on a basis almost as simple as that in the Flat Creek school-house. The name I rendered into respectable English, and the Church of the Best Licks became the Church , \ of Christian Endeavor. It was highly successful in doing that which a church ought to do, and its methods of work have been widely copied. After my work as a minister had been definitely closed, the name and the underlying thought of this church were borrowed for a young people's society; and thus the little story of good endeavor in Indiana seems to have left a permanent mark on the eccle siastical organization of the time. If any one, judging by the length of this preface, should conclude that I hold my little book in undue esteem, let him know that I owe it more than one grudge. It is said that Thomas Campbell, twenty years after the appearance of his best-known poem, was one day introduced as " the author of 'The Pleas ures of Hope.' " " Confound ' The Pleasures of Hope,' " he protested ; " can't I write anything else? " So, however much I may prefer my later work, more carefully wrought in respect of thought, structure, and style, this initial novel, the favorite of the larger public, has become inseparably associated with my name. Often I have mentally applied Gamp* 26 PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. bell's imprecation on " The Pleasures of Hope " to this story. I could not write in this vein now if I would, and twenty-one years have made so many changes in me that I dare not make any but minor changes in this novel. The author of " The Hoosier School-Master " is distinctly not I ; I am but his heir and executor; and since he is a more popular writer than I, why should I meddle with his work ? I have, however, ventured to make some necessary revision of the diction, and have added notes, mostly with reference to the dialect. A second grudge against this story is that some how its readers persist in believing it to be a bit of my own life. Americans are credulous believers in that miracle of the imagination whom no one has ever seen in the flesh the self-made man. Some readers of " The Hoosier School-Master " have set tled it for a certainty that the author sprang from the rustic class he has described. One lady even wrote to inquire whether my childhood were not repre sented in Shocky, the little lad out of the poor- house. A biographical sketch of me in Italian goes so far as to state that among the hard resorts by which I made a living in my early life was the teach ing of a Sunday-school in Chicago. No one knows so well as I the faults of immatu rity and inexperience that characterize this book. PREFACE TO THE LIBRARY EDITION. 2? But perhaps after all the public is right in so often preferring an author's first book. There is what Emerson would have called a " central spontaneity " about the work of a young man that may give more delight to the reader than all the precision of thought and perfection of style for which we strive as life advances. JOSHUA'S ROCK ON LAKE GEORGE, 1892, PART OF THE PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. I MAY as well confess, what it would be affecta tion to conceal, that I am more than pleased with the generous reception accorded to this story as a serial in the columns of Hearth and Home. It has been in my mind since I was a Hoosier boy to do something toward describing life in the back-country districts of the Western States. It used to be a matter of no little jealousy with us, I remember, that the manners, customs, thoughts, and feelings of New England country people rilled so large a place in books, while our life, not less interesting, not less romantic, and certainly not less filled with humor ous and grotesque material, had no place in litera ture. It was as though we were shut out of good society. And, with the single exception of Alice Gary, perhaps, our Western writers did not dare speak of the West otherwise than as the unreal world to which Cooper's lively imagination had given birth. 29 3O PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. I had some anxiety lest Western readers should take offence at my selecting what must always seem an exceptional phase of life to those who have grown up in the more refined regions of the West. But nowhere has the School-master been received more kindly than in his own country and among his own people. Some of those who have spoken generous words of the School-master and his friends have suggested that the story is an autobiography. But it is not, save in the sense in which every work of art is an autobiography: in that it is the result of the expe rience and observation of the writer. Readers will therefore bear in mind that not Ralph nor Bud nor Brother Sodom nor Dr. Small represents the writer, nor do I appear, as Talleyrand said of Madame de Stael, " disguised as a woman," in the person of Hannah or Mirandy. Some of the incidents have been drawn from life; none of them, I believe, from my own. I should like to be considered a member of the Church of the Best Licks, however. It has been in my mind to append some remarks, philological and otherwise, upon the dialect, but Pro fessor Lowell's admirable and erudite preface to the Biglow Papers must be the despair of every one who aspires to write on Americanisms. To Mr. Lowell belongs the distinction of being the only PREFACE TO THE FlRSt EDltlON. 3 1 one of our most eminent authors and the only one of our most eminent scholars who has given careful attention to American dialects. But while I have not ventured to discuss the provincialisms of the Indiana backwoods, I have been careful to preserve the true usus loquendi of each locution BROOKLYN, December, 1871. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. PAGE A Private Lesson from a Bulldog 37 CHAPTER II. A Spell Coming 52 CHAPTER III. Mirandy, Hank, and Shocky, 57 CHAPTER IV. Spelling Down the Master 70 CHAPTER V. The Walk Home, . 90 CHAPTER VI. A Night at Pete Jones's, 97 CHAPTER VII. Ominous Remarks of Mr. Jones, 105 CHAPTER VIII. The Struggle in the Dark 109 CHAPTER IX. Has God Forgotten Shocky ? 114 CHAPTER X. The Devil of Silence; 118 3 33 34 CONTENTS. CHAPTER XI. PAGE Miss Martha Hawkins, .125 CHAPTER XII. The Hardshell Preacher, . 133 CHAPTER XIII. A Struggle for the Mastery 143 CHAPTER XIV. A Crisis with Bud, 150 CHAPTER XV. The Church of the Best Licks, , . . . . .157 CHAPTER XVI. The Church Militant 163 CHAPTER XVII. A Council of War, 169 CHAPTER XVIII. Odds and Ends, 175 CHAPTER XIX. Face to Face 180 CHAPTER XX. God Remembers Shocky, . 185 CHAPTER XXI. Miss Nancy Sawyer, ........ 192 CHAPTER XXII. Pancakes, 195 CHAPTER XXIII. A Charitable Institution 203 CONTENTS. 35 CHAPTER XXIV. FAGK The Good Samaritan 212 CHAPTER XXV. Bud Wooing, 215 CHAPTER XXVI. A Letter and its Consequences 220 CHAPTER XXVII. A Loss and a Gain 224 CHAPTER XXVIII. The Flight . .228 CHAPTER XXIX. The Trial, 234 CHAPTER XXX. " Brother Sodom," j^ 249 CHAPTER XXXI. The Trial Concluded, 254 CHAPTER XXXII. After the Battle, . 369 CHAPTER XXXIII. Into the Light, . 274 CHAPTER XXXIV. " How it Came Out," 278 By F. OFFER, ALLEGRA EGGLESTON and W. E. B. STARKWEATHER Portrait of Edward Eggleston, . Frontispiece "The Roan Colt's Best Licks/' > . . page 186 Old Jack Means," . > ,'"'. " 42 "Shocky," . . . . ; . . "50 "Betsy Short" . . . . . 62 "Hank Banta's Improved Plunge Bath," . " 68 "Squire Hawkins," . . . . . " 78 "Mra Means," "120 "Captain Pearson," . . . . . " 130 "Fire and Brimstone," . . " 148 "6ud Means Comes to the Eescue of Shocky," . " 166 The Hoosier School-Master. CHAPTER I. A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. " WANT to be a school-master, do you ? You ? Well, what would you do in Flat Crick deestrick, Fd like to know ? Why, the boys have driv off the last two, and licked the one afore them like blazes. You might teach a summer school, when nothin' but children come. But I 'low it takes a right smart man to be school-master in Flat Crick in the winter. They'd pitch you out of doors, sonny, neck and heels, afore Christmas." The young man, who had walked ten miles to get the school in this district, and who had been men tally reviewing his learning at every step he took, trembling lest the committee should find that he did not know enough, was not a little taken aback at this greeting from " old Jack Means," who was the first trustee that he lighted on. The impression made by these ominous remarks was emphasized 37 38 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. by the glances which he received from Jack Means's two sons. The older one eyed him from the top of his brawny shoulders with that amiable look which a big dog turns on a little one before shaking him. Ralph Hartsook had never thought of being measured by the standard of muscle. This notion of beating education into young savages in spite of themselves dashed his ardor. He had walked right to where Jack Means was at work shaving shingles in his own front yard. While Mr. Means was making the speech which we have set down above, and punctuating it with ex pectorations, a large brindle bulldog had been sniff ing at Ralph's heels, and a girl in a new linsey-wool sey dress, standing by the door, had nearly giggled her head off at the delightful prospect of seeing a new school-teacher eaten up by the ferocious brute. The disheartening words of the old man, the im mense muscles of the young man who was to be his rebellious pupil, the jaws of the ugly bulldog, and the heartless giggle of the girl, gave Ralph a de lightful sense of having precipitated himself into a den of wild beasts. Faint with weariness and dis couragement, and shivering with fear, he sat down on a wheelbarrow. "You, Bull! " said the old man to the dog, which was showing more and more a disposition to make A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 39 a meal of the incipient pedagogue, "you, Bull! git aout, 1 you pup ! " The dog walked sullenly off, but not until he had given Ralph a look full of promise of what he meant to do when he got a good chance. Ralph wished himself back in the village of Lewis- burg, whence he had come. "You see," continued Mr. Means, spitting in a meditative sort of a way, " you see, we a'n't none of your saft sort in these diggin's. It takes a man to boss this deestrick. Howsumdever, ef you think you kin trust your hide in Flat Crick school-house I ha'n't got no 'bjection. But ef you git licked, don't come on us. Flat Crick don't pay no 'nsur- ance, you bet ! Any other trustees ? Wai, yes. But as I pay the most taxes, t'others jist let me run the thing. You can begin right off a Monday. They a'n't been no other applications. You see, it takes grit to apply for this school. The last master had a black eye for a month. But, as I wuz sayin', you can jist roll up a: id wade in. I 'low you've got spunk, maybe, and that goes for a heap sight more'n sinnoo with boys. Walk in, and stay over Sunday with me. You'll hev' to board roun', and I guess you better begin here." 1 Aout is not the common form of out, as it is in certain rustic New England regions. The vowel is here drawn in this way for impera tive emphasis, and it occurs as a consequence of drawling speech, 4O THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Ralph did not go in, but sat out on the wheel* barrow, watching the old man shave shingles, while the boys split the blocks and chopped wood. Bull smelled of the new-comer again in an ugly way, and got a good kick from the older son for his pains. But out of one of his red eyes the dog warned the young school-master that he should yet suffer for all kicks received on his account. "Ef Bull once takes a holt, heaven and yarth can't make him let go/' said the older son to Ralph, by way of comfort. It was well for Ralph that he began to " board roun' " by stopping at Mr. Means's. Ralph felt that Flat Creek was what he needed. He had lived a bookish life; but here was his lesson in the art of managing people, for he who can manage the untamed and strapping youths of a winter school in Hoopole County has gone far toward learning one of the hardest of lessons. And in Ralph's time, things were worse than they are now. The older son of Mr. Means was called Bud Means. What his real name was, Ralph could not find out, for in many of these families the nickname of " Bud " given to the oldest boy, and that of " Sis," which is the birth right of the oldest girl, completely bury the proper Christian name. Ralph saw his first strategic point, which was to capture Bud Means. A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 41 After supper, the boys began to get ready for something. Bull stuck up his ears in a dignified way, and the three or four yellow curs who were Bull's satellites yelped delightedly and discord antly. " Bill," said Bud Means to his brother, " ax the master ef he'd like to hunt coons. I'd like to take the starch out uv the stuck-up feller." " 'Nough said," ' was Bill's reply. "You durn't 2 do it," said Bud. "I don't take no sech a dare," 3 returned Bill, and walked down to the gate, by which Ralph stood watching the stars come out, and half wishing he had never seen Flat Creek. " I say, mister," began Bill, " mister, they's a coon what's been a eatin' our chickens lately, and we're 1 " 'Nough said" is more than enough said for the French trans lator, who takes it apparently for a sort of barbarous negative and renders it, "I don't like to speak to him." I need hardly explain to any American reader that enough said implies the ending of all dis cussion by the acceptance of the proposition or challenge. a Durn't, daren't, dasent, dursent, and don't dast are forms of this variable negative heard in the folk-speech of various parts of the coun try. The tenses of this verb seem to have got hopelessly mixed long ago, even in literary use, and the speech of the people reflects the historic confusion. 3 To take a dare is an expression used in senses diametrically op posed. Its common sense is that of the text. The man who refuses to accept a challenge is said to take a dare, and there is some impli cation of cowardice in the imputation. On the other hand, one who accepts a challenge is said also to take the dare. 42 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. goin' to try to ketch ' the varmint. You wouldn't like to take a coon hunt nor nothin', would you ? " " Why, yes," said Ralph, " there's nothing I should like better, if I could only be sure Bull wouldn't mistake me for the coon." And so, as a matter of policy, Ralph dragged his tired legs eight or ten miles, on hill and in hollow, after Bud, and Bill, and Bull, and the coon. But the raccoon 3 climbed a tree. The boys got into a quarrel about whose business it was to have brought the axe, and who was to blame that the tree could not be felled. Now, if there was anything Ralph's muscles were good for, it was climbing. So, asking Bud to give him a start, he soon reached the limb above the one on which the raccoon was. Ralph did not know how ugly a customer a raccoon can 1 Most bad English was once good English. Ketch was used by writers of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries for catch. A New Hampshire magistrate in the seventeenth century spells it caitch, and probably pronounced it in that way. Ketch, a boat, was sometimes spelled catch by the first American colonists, and the far-fetched derivation of the word from the Turkish may be one of the fancies of etymologists. * The derivation of raccoon from the French raton, to which Mr. Skeat gives currency, still holds its place in some of our standard dic- ionaries. If American lexicographers would only read the literature of American settlement they would know that Mr. Skeat's citation of a translation of Buffon is nearly two centuries too late. As early as 1612 Captain John Smith gives arotighcune as the aboriginal Vir ginia word, and more than one New England writer used rackoon a few years later. OLD JACK MEANS A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 43 be, and so got credit for more courage than he had. With much peril to his legs from the raccoon's teeth, he succeeded in shaking the poor creature off among the yelping brutes and yelling boys. Ralph could not help sympathizing with the hunted animal, which sold its life as dearly as possible, giving the dogs many a scratch and bite. It seemed to him that he was like the raccoon, precipitated into the midst of a party of dogs who would rejoice in worrying his life out, as Bull and his crowd were destroying the poor raccoon. When Bull at last seized the raccoon and put an end to it, Ralph could not but admire the decided way in which he did it, calling to mind Bud's comment, " Ef Bull once takes a holt, heaven and yarth 1 can't make him let go." But as they walked home, Bud carrying the rac coon by the tail, Ralph felt that his hunt had not been in vain. He fancied that even red-eyed Bull, 1 This prefixed y is a mark of a very illiterate or antique form of the dialect. I have known piece yarthen used for " a piece of earthen " [ware], the preposition getting lost in the sound of the y. I leave it to etymologists to determine its relation to that ancient prefix that differentiates earn in one sense from yearn. But the article before a vowel may account for it if we consider it a corruption. " The earth " pronounced in a drawling way will produce the yearth. In the New- York Documents is a letter from one Barnard Hodges, a settler in Delaware in the days of Governor Andros, whose spelling indicates a free use of the parasitic y. Rewrites " yunless," " yeunder " (under), " yunderstanding," " yeundertake," and "yeouffeis" (office). 44 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. walking uncomfortably close to his heels, respected him more since he had climbed that tree. " Purty peart kind of a master," remarked the old man to Bud, after Ralph had gone to bed. " Guess you better be a little easy on him. Hey ? " But Bud deigned no reply. Perhaps because he knew that Ralph heard the conversation through the thin partition. Ralph woke delighted to find it raining. He did not want to hunt or fish on Sunday, and this steady rain would enable him to make friends with Bud. I do not know how he got started, but after break fast he began to tell stones. Out of all the books he had ever read he told story after story. And " old man Means," and " old Miss Means," and Bud Means, and Bill Means, and Sis Means listened with great eyes while he told of Sinbad's adventures, of the Old Man of the Sea, of Robinson Crusoe, of Captain Gulliver's experiences in Liliput, and of Baron Munchausen's exploits. Ralph had caught his fish. The hungry minds of these backwoods people were refreshed with the new life that came to their imaginations in these stories. For there was but one book in the Means library, and that, a well-thumbed copy of " Cap tain Riley's Narrative," had long since lost all freshness. A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 45 "I'll be dog-on'd,'" said Bill, emphatically, "ef I hadn't 'ruther hear the master tell them whoppin' yarns than to go to a circus the best day I ever seed ! " Bill could pay no higher compliment. What Ralph wanted was to make a friend of Bud. * Like many of the ear-marks of this dialect, the verb " dog-on " came from Scotland, presumably by the way of the north of Ireland. A correspondent of The Nation calls attention to the use of " dagon " as Scotch dialect in Barrie's " Little Minister," a recent book. On examining that story, I find that the word has precisely the sense of our Hoosier "dog-on," which is to be pronounced broadly as a Hoosier pronounces dog " daug-on." If Mr. Barrie gives his a the broad sound, his " dagon" is nearly identical with "dog-on." Here are some detached sentences from " The Little Minister :" " Beattie spoke for more than himself when he said: ' Dagon that Manse! I never gie a swear but there it is glowering at me.' " " ' Dagon religion,' Rob retorted fiercely ; ' 't spoils a' thing.'" " There was some angry muttering from the crowd, and young Charles Yuill exclaimed, ' Dagon you, would you lord it ower us on week-days as well as on Sabbaths ?" " ' ' Have you on your Sabbath shoon or have you no on your Sab. bath shoon?' ' Guid care you took I should ha'e the dagont things on !' retorted the farmer." It will be seen that " dagont," as used above, is the Scotch form of "dog-oned." But Mr. Barrie uses the same form apparently for " dog-on it " in the following passage : " Ay, there was Ruth when she was na wanted, but Ezra, dagont, it looked as if Ezra had jumped clean out o* the Bible ! " Strangely enough, this word as a verb is not to be found in Jamie- son's dictionary of the Scottish dialect, but Jamieson gives " dugon" as a noun. It is given in the supplement to Jamieson, however, as " dogon," but still as a noun, with an ancient plural dogonis. It is explained as " a term of contempt." The example cited by Jamie- son is Hogg's " Winter Tales," i. 292, and is as follows : " What wad my father say if I were to marry a man that loot him- sel' be thrashed by Tommy Pptts, a great supple wi' a back nae stiffer 46 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. It's a nice thing to have the seventy-four-gun ship on your own side, and the more Hartsook admired the knotted muscles of Bud Means the more he de sired to attach him to himself. So, whenever he struck out a peculiarly brilliant passage, he anxiously watched Bud's eye. But the young Philistine kept his own counsel. He listened, but said nothing, and the eyes under his shaggy brows gave no sign. Ralph could not tell whether those eyes were deep and inscrutable or only stolid. Perhaps a little of both. When Monday morning came, Ralph was nervous. He walked to school with Bud. than a willy brand ? . . . When one comes to close quarters wi' him he's but a dugon." Halliwell and Wright give dogon as a noun, and mark it Anglo- Norman, but they apparently know it only from Jamieson and the supplement to Jamieson, where dogguin is cited from Cotgrave as meaning " a filthie old curre," and doguin from Roquefort, denned by " brutal, currish " [hargneux]. A word with the same orthog raphy, doguin, is still used in French for puppy. It is of course a question whether the noun dogon and its French antecedents are con nected with the American verb dog-on. It is easy to conceive that such an epithet as dogon might get itself mixed up with the word dog, and so become an imprecation. For instance, a servant in the family of a friend of mine in Indiana, wishing to resign her place before the retuin of some daughters of the house whom she had never seen, an nounced that she was going to leave " before them dog-on girls got home." Here the word might have been the old epithet, or an ab breviated participle. Dogged is apparently a corruption of dog-on in the phrase " I'll be dogged." I prefer dog-on to dogone, because in the dialect the sense of setting a doo- on is frequently present to the speaker, though far enough away from t!ie primitive sense of the word, perhaps. A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 4/ " I guess you're a little skeered by what the old man said, a'n't you ? " Ralph was about to deny it, but on reflection con cluded that it was best to speak the truth. He said that Mr! Means's description of the school had made him feel a little down-hearted. " What will you do with the tough boys ? You a'n't no match for 'em." And Ralph felt Bud's eyes not only measuring his muscles, but scrutiniz ing his countenance. He only answered: " I don't know." " What would you do with me, for instance ? " and Bud stretched himself up as if to shake out the reserve power coiled up in his great muscles. " I sha'n't have any trouble with you." " Why, I'm the wust chap of all. I thrashed the last master, myself." And again the eyes of Bud Means looked out sharply from his shadowing brows to see the effect of this speech on the slender young man. "You won't thrash me, though," said Ralph. " Pshaw! I 'low I could whip you in an inch of your life with my left hand, and never half try," said young Means, with a threatening sneer. " I know that as well as you do." " Well, a'n't you afraid of me, then ? " and again he looked sidewise at Ralph. 48 THE IIOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " Not a bit," said Ralph, wondering at his own courage. They walked on in silence a minute. Bud was turning the matter over. " Why a'n't you afraid of me ? " he said presently. " Because you and I are going to be friends." " And what about t'others ? " " I am not afraid of all the other boys put to gether." " You a'n't ! The mischief ! How's that ? " " Well, I'm not afraid of them because you and I are going to be friends, and you can whip all of them together. You'll do the righting and I'll do the teaching." The diplomatic Bud only chuckled a little at this; whether he assented to the alliance or not Ralph could not tell. When Ralph looked round on the faces of the scholars the little faces full of mischief and curios ity, the big faces full of an expression which was not further removed than second-cousin from contempt when young Hartsook looked into these faces, his heart palpitated with stage-fright. There is no au dience so hard to face as one of school-children, as many a man has found to his cost. Perhaps it is that no conventional restraint can keep down their laughter when you do or say anything ridiculous. A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 49 Hartsook's first day was hurried and unsatisfac tory. He was not master of himself, and conse quently not master of anybody else. When even ing came, there were symptoms of insubordination through the whole school. Poor Ralph was sick at heart. He felt that if there had ever been the shadow of an alliance between himself and Bud, it was all "off" now. It seemed to Hartsook that even Bull had lost his respect for the teacher. Half that night the young man lay awake. At last comfort came to him. A reminiscence of the death of the raccoon flashed on him like a vision. He remembered that quiet and annihilating bite which Bull gave. He remembered Bud's certificate, that " Ef Bull once takes a holt, heaven and yarth can't make him let go." He thought that what Flat Creek needed was a bulldog. He would be a bull dog, quiet, but invincible. He would take hold in such a way that nothing should make him let go. And then he went to sleep. In the morning Ralph got out of bed slowly. He put his clothes on slowly. He pulled on his boots in a bulldog mood. He tried to move as he thought Bull would move if he were a man. He ate with deliberation, and looked everybody in the eyes with a manner that made Bud watch him curiously. He found himself continually comparing himself with JO THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Bull. He found Bull possessing a strange fascina tion fo; him. He walked to school alone, the rest having gone on before. He entered the school room preserving a cool and dogged manner. He saw in the eyes of the boys that there was mischief brewing. He did not dare sit down in his chair for fear of a pin. Everybody looked solemn. Ralph lifted the lid of his desk. " Bow-wow ! wow-wow ! " It was the voice of an imprisoned puppy, and the school giggled and then roared. Then everything was quiet. The scholars expected an outburst of wrath from the teacher. For they had come to regard the whole world as divided into two classes, the teacher on the one side representing lawful authority, and the pupils on the other in a state of chronic re bellion. To play a trick on the master was an evidence of spirit; to "lick" the master was to be the crowned hero of Flat Creek district. Such a 'hero was Bud Means ; and Bill, who had less muscle, saw a chance to distinguish himself on a teacher of slender frame. Hence the puppy in the desk. Ralph Hartsook grew red in the face when he saw the puppy. But the cool, repressed, bulldog mood in which he had kept himself saved him. He lifted the dog into his arms and stroked him until A PRIVATE LESSON FROM A BULLDOG. 51 the laughter subsided. Then, in a solemn and set way, he began : " I am sorry," and he looked round the room with a steady, hard eye everybody felt that there was a conflict coming " I am sorry that any scholar in this school could be so mean " the word was uttered with a sharp emphasis, and all the big boys felt sure that there would be a fight with Bill Means, and perhaps with Bud " could be so mean as to shut up his brother in such a place as that ! " There was a long, derisive laugh. The wit was indifferent, but by one stroke Ralph had carried the whole school to his side. By the significant glances of the boys, Hartsook detected the perpe trator of the joke, and with the hard and dogged look in his eyes, with just such a look as Bull would give a puppy, but with the utmost suavity in his voice, he said : " William Means, will you be so good as to put this dog out of doors ? " CHAPTER II. A SPELL COMING. THERE was a moment of utter stillness; but the magnetism of Ralph's eye was too much for Bill Means. The request was so polite, the master's look was so innocent and yet so determined. Bill often wondered afterward that he had not " fit " rather than obeyed the request. But somehow he put the dog out. He was partly surprised, partly inveigled, partly awed into doing just what he had not intended to do. In the week that followed, Bill had to fight half a dozen boys for calling him "Puppy Means." Bill said he wished he'd licked the master on the spot. 'Twould 'a' saved five fights out of the six. And all that day and the next, the bulldog in the master's eye was a terror to evil-doers. At the close of school on the second day Bud was heard to give it as his opinion that " the master wouldn't be much in a tussle, but he had a heap of thunder and lightning in him." Did he inflict corporal punishment ? inquires 52 A SPELL COMING. 53 some philanthropic friend. Would you inflict cor poral punishment if you were tiger-trainer in Van Amburgh's happy family ? But poor Ralph could never satisfy his constituency in this regard. " Don't believe he'll do," was Mr. Pete Jones's comment to Mr. Means. " Don't thrash enough. Boys won't 1'arn 'less you thrash 'em, says I. Leastways, mine won't. Lay it on good is what I says to a master. Lay it on good. Don't do no harm. Lickin' and 1'arnin' goes together. No lickin', no 1'arnin', says I. Lickin' and 1'arnin,' lickin' and larnin', is the good ole way." And Mr. Jones, like some wiser people, was the more pleased with his formula that it had an allitera tive sound. Nevertheless, Ralph was master from this time until the spelling-school came. If only it had not been for that spelling-school ! Many and many a time after the night of the fatal spelling- school Ralph used to say, " If only it had not been for that spelling-school! " There had to be a spelling-school. Not only for the sake of my story, which would not have been worth the telling if the spelling-school had not taken place, but because Flat Creek district had to have a spelling-school. It is the only public literary exercise known in Hoopole County. It takes the place of lyceum lecture and debating club. Sis 54 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Means, or, as she wished now to be called, Mirandy Means, expressed herself most positively in favor of it. She said that she 'lowed the folks in that district couldn't in no wise do without it. But it was rather to its social than to its intellectual bene fits that she referred. For all the spelling-schools ever seen could not enable her to stand anywhere but at the foot of the class. There is one branch diligently taught in a backwoods school. The pub lic mind seems impressed with the difficulties of English orthography, and there is a solemn convic tion that the chief end of man is to learn to spell. " ' Know Webster's Elementary ' came down from Heaven," would be the backwoods version of the Greek saying but that, unfortunately for the Greeks, their fame has not reached so far. It often happens that the pupil does not know the meaning of a single word in the lesson. This is of no conse quence. What do you want to know the meaning of a word for ? Words were made to be spelled, and men were probably created that they might spell them. Hence the necessity for sending a pupil through the spelling-book five times before you allow him to begin to read, or indeed to do anything else. Hence the necessity for those long spelling-classes at the close of each forenoon and afternoon session of the school, to stand at the A SPELL COMING. 55 head of which is the cherished ambition of every scholar. Hence, too, the necessity for devoting the whole of the afternoon session of each Friday to a "spelling-match." In fact, spelling is the "na tional game " in Hoopole County. Baseball and croquet matches are as unknown as Olympian chariot-races. Spelling and shucking 1 are the only public competitions. 1 In naming- the several parts of the Indian corn and the dishes made from it, the English language was put to many shifts. Such words as tassel and silk were poetically applied to the blossoms ; stalk, blade, and ear were borrowed from other sorts of corn, and the Indian tongues were forced to pay tribute to name the dishes bor rowed from the savages. From them we have hominy, pone, supawn, and succotash. For other nouns words were borrowed from English provincial dialects. Shuck is one of these. On the northern belt, shucks are the outer covering of nuts ; in the middle and southern regions the word is applied to what in New England is called the husks of the corn. Shuck, however, is much more widely used than husk in colloquial speech the farmers in more than half of the United States are hardly acquainted with the word husk as applied to the envelope of the ear. Husk, in the Middle States, and in some parts of the South and West, means the bran of the cornmeal, as notably in Davy Crockett's verse : " She sifted the meal, she gimme the bus'; She baked the bread, she gimme the eras'; She b'iled the meat, she gimme the bone ; She gimme a kick and sent me home." In parts of Virginia, before the war, the word husk or hus" meant the cob or spike of the corn. " I smack you over wid a cawn-hus' " is a threat I have often heard one negro boy make to another. Cob is provincial English for ear, and I have known "a cob of corn" used in Canada for an ear of Indian corn. While writing this note " a cob of Indian corn " meaning an ear appears in the report of 56 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. So the fatal spelling-school had to be appointed for the Wednesday of the second week of the ses sion, just when Ralph felt himself master of the situation. Not that he was without his annoy ances. One of Ralph's troubles in the week before the spelling-school was that he was loved. The other that he was hated. And while the time be tween the appointing of the spelling tournament and the actual occurrence of that remarkable event is engaged in elapsing, let me narrate two incidents that made it for Ralph a trying time. an address by a distinguished man at a recent meeting of the Royal Geographical Society. A lady tells me that she met, in the book of an English traveller, the remarkable statement that " the Americans are very fond of the young grain called cob." These Indian-corn words have reached an accepted meaning after a competition. To shell corn, among the earliest settlers of Virginia, meant to take it out of the envelope, which was presumably called the shell. is with the shelling of pulse. CHAPTER III. MIRANDY, HANK, AND SHOCKY. MlRANDY had nothing but contempt for the new master until he developed the bulldog in his char acter. Mirandy fell in love with the bulldog. Like many other girls of her class, she was greatly enam ored with the " subjection of women," and she stood ready to fall in love with any man strong enough to be her master. Much has been said of the strong-rrinded woman. I offer this psychological remark as a contribution to the natural history of the weak-minded woman. It was at the close of that very second day on which Ralph had achieved his first victory over the school, and in which Mirandy had been seized with her desperate passion for him, that she told him about it. Not in words. We do not allow that in the most civilized countries, and still less would it be tolerated in Hoopole County. But Mirandy told the master the fact that she was in love with him, though no word passed her lips. She walked by him from school. She cast at him what are commonly called sheep's-eyes. Ralph thought them 57 58 THE HOOSIER SCHOOLMASTER. more like calf's eyes. She changed the whole tone of her voice. She whined ordinarily. Now she whimpered. And so by ogling him, by blushing at him, by tittering at him, by giggling at him, by snickering at him, by simpering at him, by making herself tenfold more a fool even than nature had made her, she managed to convey to the dismayed soul of the young teacher the frightful intelligence that he was loved by the richest, the ugliest, the silliest, the coarsest, and the most entirely contemp tible girl in Flat Creek district. Ralph sat by the fire the next morning trying to read a few minutes before school-time, while the boys were doing the chores and the bound girl was milking the cows, with no one in the room but the old woman. She was generally as silent as Bud, but now she seemed for some unaccountable reason disposed to talk. She had sat down on the broad hearth to have her usual morning smoke; the poplar table, adorned by no cloth, stood in the middle of the floor; the unwashed blue teacups sat in the un washed blue saucers ; the unwashed blue plates kept company with the begrimed blue pitcher. The dirty skillets by the fire were kept in countenance by the dirtier pots, and the ashes were drifted and strewn over the hearth-stones in a most picturesque way. " You see," said the old woman, knocking the MIRANDY, HANK, AND SHOCKY. $9 residuum from her cob pipe, and chafing some dry leaf between her withered hands preparatory to filling it again, "you see, Mr. Hartsook, my ole man's purty well along in the world. He's got a right smart lot of this world's plunder, 1 one way and another." And while she stuffed the tobacco into her pipe Ralph wondered why she should men tion it to him. " You see, we moved in here nigh upon twenty-five years ago. 'Twas when my Jack, him as died afore Bud was born, was a baby. Bud'll be twenty-one the fif of next June." Here Mrs. Means stopped to rake a live coal out of the fire with her skinny finger, and then to carry it in her skinny palm to the bowl or to the hole of her cob pipe. When she got the smoke a-going, she proceeded : " You see, this yere bottom land was all Congress land 2 in them there days, and it sold for a dollar 1 This word plunder is probably from Pennsylvania, as it is exactly equivalent to the German word plunder, in the sense of household effects, the original meaning of the word in German. Any kind of baggage may be called plunder, but the most accepted sense is house hold goods. It is quite seriously used. I have seen bills of lading on the Western waters certifying that A. B. had shipped " I lot of plunder;" that is, household goods. It is here used figuratively for goods in general. 2 Congress land was the old designation for land owned by the government. Under the Confederation, the Congress was the govern ment, and the forms of speech seem to have long retained the notion that what belonged to the United States was the property of Congress. 60 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. and a quarter, and I says to my ole man, 'Jack,' says I, 'Jack, do you git a plenty while you're a-gittin'. Git a plenty while you're a-gittin',' says I, ' fer 'twon't never be no cheaper'n 'tis now,' and it ha'n't been; I knowed 'twouldn't," and Mrs. Means took the pipe from her mouth to indulge in a good chuckle at the thought of her financial shrewdness. " ' Git a plenty while you're a-gittin',' says I. I could see, you know, they was a powerful sight of money in Congress land. That's what made me say, ' Git a plenty while you're a-gittin'.' And Jack, he's wuth lots and gobs of money, all made out of Congress land. Jack didn't git rich by hard work. Bless you, no! Not him. That a'n't his way. Hard work a'n't, you know. 'Twas that air six hundred dollars he got along of me, all salted down into Flat Crick bottoms at a dollar and a quarter a' acre, and 'twas my sayin' ' Git a plenty while you're a gittin' ' as done it." And here the old ogre laughed, or grinned horribly, at Ralph, showing her few straggling, discolored teeth. Then she got up and knocked the ashes out of her pipe, and laid the pipe away and walked round in front of Ralph. After adjusting the chunks 1 so 1 The commonest use of the word chunk in the old days was for the ends of the sticks of cord-wood burned in the great fireplaces. As the sticks burned in two, the chunks fell down or rolled back on MIRANDY, HANK, AND SHOCKY. 6l that the fire would burn, she turned her yellow face toward Ralph, and scanning him closely came out with the climax of her speech in the remark: "You see as how, Mr. Hartsook, the man what gits my Mirandy'll do well. Flat Crick land's wuth nigh upon a hundred a' acre." This gentle hint came near knocking Ralph down. Had Flat reek land been worth a hundred times a hundred "dollars an acre, and had he owned five hundred times Means's five hundred acres, he would have given it all just at that moment to have anni hilated the whole tribe of Meanses. Except Bud. Bud was a giant, but a good-natured one. He thought he would except Bud from the general de struction. As for the rest, he mentally pictured to himself the pleasure of attending their funerals. There was one thought, however, between him and despair. He felt confident that the cordiality, the intensity, and the persistency of his dislike of Sis Means were such that he should never inherit a foot of the Flat Creek bottoms. the wall side of the andirons. By putting the chunks together, a new fire was set a-going without fresh wood. This use of the word is illustrated in a folk-rhyme or nursery jingle of the country which has neither sense nor elegance to recommend it : "Old Mother Hunk She got drunk And fell in tue fire And kicked up a chunk." 62 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. But what about Bud ? What if he joined the conspiracy to marry him to this weak-eyed, weak- headed wood-nymph, or backwoods nymph ? If Ralph felt it a misfortune to be loved by Mirandy Means, he found himself almost equally unfortunate in having incurred the hatred of the meanest boy in school. " Hank " Banta, low-browed, smirky, and crafty, was the first sufferer by Ralph's determination to use corporal punishment, and so Henry Banta, who was a compound of deceit and resentment, never lost an opportunity to annoy the young school-master, who was obliged to live per petually on his guard against his tricks. One morning, as Ralph walked toward the school- house, he met little Shocky. What the boy's first name or last name was the teacher did not know. He had given his name as Shocky, and all the teacher knew was that he was commonly called Shocky, that he was an orphan, that he lived with a family named Pearson over in Rocky Hollow, and that he was the most faithful and affectionate child in the school. On this morning that I speak of, Ralph had walked toward the school early to avoid the company of Mirandy. But not caring to sustain his dignity longer than was necessary, he loitered along the road, admiring the trunk-* of the maples, and picking up a Deecn-nut now and then. Just 94 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. tirely forgotten the errand which had been his ex cuse to himself for coming out of his way. He hastened to his new home, the house of Mr. Pete Jones, the same who believed in the inseparable- ness of " lickin' and larninV " You're a purty gal, a'n't you ? You're a purty gal, a'n't you? You air! Yes, you air!!" and Mrs. Means seemed so impressed with Hannah's prettiness that she choked on it, and could get no further. "A purty gal! you! Yes! you air a mighty purty gal!" and the old woman's voice rose till it could have been heard half a mile. " To be a-santerin' along the big road after ten o'clock with the master! Who knows whether he's a fit man fer anybody to go with ? Arte'r all I've been and gone and done fer you ! That's the way you pay me ! Disgrace me ! Yes, I say disgrace me ! You're a mean, deceitful thing. Stuck up bekase you spelt the master down. Ketch me lettin' you got to spellin'-school to-morry night! Ketch ME! Yes, ketch ME, I say!" " Looky here, marm," said Bud, " it seems to me you're a-makin' a blamed furss about nothin'. Don't yell so's they'll hear you three or four mile. You'll have everybody 'tween here and Clifty waked up." For Mrs. Means had become so excited over the idea of being caught allowing Hannah to go to THE WALK HOME. 95 spelling-school that she had raised her last " Ketch me! " to a pertect whoop. "That's the way I'm treated," whimpered the old woman, who knew how to take the " injured inno cence " dodge as well as anybody. " That's the way I'm treated. You allers take sides with that air hussy agin your own flesh and blood. You don't keer how much trouble I have. Not you. Net a dog-on'd bit. I may be disgraced by that air on- grateful critter, and you set right here in my own house and sass me about it. A purty fellow you air! An* me a-delvin' and a-drudgin* fer you all my born days. A purty son, a'n't you ? " Bud did not say another word. He sat in the chimney-corner and whistled " Dandy Jim from Caroline." His diversion had produced the effect he sought : for while . his tender-hearted mother poured her broadside into his iron-clad feelings, Hannah had slipped up the stairs to her garret bed room, and when Mrs. Means turned from the cal lous Bud to finish her assault upon the sensitive girl, she could only gnash her teeth in disappointment. Stung by the insults to which she could not grow insensible, Hannah lay awake until the memory of that walk through the darkness came into her soul like a benediction. The harsh voice of the scold died out, and the gentle and courteous voice ol $6 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Hartsook filled her soul. She recalled piece by piece the whole conversation all the commonplace remarks about the weather; all the insignificant re marks about the crops; all the unimportant words about the spelling-school. Not for the sake of the remarks. Not for the sake of the weather. Not for the sake of the crops. Not for the sake of the spelling-school. But for the sake of the undertone. And then she traveled back over the three years of her bondage and forward over the three years to come, and fed her heart on the dim hope of re building in some form the home that had been so happy. And she prayed, with more faith than ever before, for deliverance. For love brings faith. Somewhere on in the sleepless night she stood at the window. The moon was shining now, and there was the path through the pasture, and there was the fence, and there was the box-elder. She sat there a long time. Then she saw some. one come over the fence and walk to the tree, and then on toward Pete Jones's. Who could it be ? She thought she recognized the figure. But she was chilled and shivering, and she crept back again into bed, and dreamed not of the uncertain days to come, but of the blessed days that were past of a father and a mother and a brother in a happy home. But somehow the school-master was there too. CHAPTER VI. A NIGHT AT PETE JONES'S. WHEN Ralph got to Pete Jones's he found that sinister-looking individual in the act of kicking one of his many dogs out of the house. " Come in, stranger, come in. You'll find this 'ere house full of brats, but I guess you kin kick your way around among 'em. Take a cheer. Here, git out! go to thunder with you ! " And with these mild imperatives he boxed one of his boys over in one direction and one of his girls over in the other. " I believe in trainin' up children to mind when they're spoke to," he said to Ralph apologetically. But it seemed to the teacher that he wanted them to mind just a little before they were spoken to. " P'raps you'd like a bed. Well, jest climb up the ladder on the outside of the house. Takes up a thunderin' sight of room to have a stairs inside, and we ha'n't got no room to spare. You'll find a bed in the furdest corner. My Pete's already got half of it, and you can take t'other half. Ef Pete goes to takin' his half in the middle, and tryin* to make you take yourn on both sides, jest kick him." ? 97 98 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. In this comfortless bed "in the furdest corner," Ralph found sleep out of the question. Pete took three-fourths of the bed, and Hannah took all of his thoughts. So he lay, and looked out through the cracks in the " clapboards " (as they call rough shingles in the old West) at the stars. For the clouds had now broken away. And he lay thus recounting to himself, as a miser counts the pieces that compose his hoard, every step of that road from the time he had overtaken Hannah in the hollow to the fence. Then he imagined again the pleasure of helping her over, and then he retraced the ground to the box-elder tree at the spring, and repeated to himself the conversation until he came to the part in which she said that only time and God could help her. What did she mean ? What was the hidden part of her life ? What was the connection between her and Shocky ? Hours wore on, and still the mind of Ralph Hart- sook went back and traveled the same road, over the fence, past the box-elder, up to the inexplicable part of the conversation, and stood bewildered with the same puzzling questions about the bound girl's life. At last he got up, drew on his clothes, and sat down on the top of the ladder, looking down over the blue-grass pasture which lay on the border be- A NIGHT AT PETE JONES'S. 99 tween the land of Jones and the land of Means. The earth was white with moonlight. He could not sleep. Why not walk ? It might enable him to sleep. And once determined on walking, he did not hesitate a moment as to the direction in which he should walk. The blue-grass pasture (was it not like unto the garden of Eden ?) lay right before him. That box-elder stood just in sight. To spring over the fence and take the path down the hill and over the brook was as quickly done as decided upon. To stand again under the box-elder, to climb again over the farther fence, and to walk down the road toward the school-house was so easy and so de lightful that it was done without thought. For Ralph was an eager man when he saw no wrong in anything that proposed itself, he was wont to fol low his impulse without deliberation. And this keeping company with the stars, and the memory of a delightful walk, were so much better than the commonplace Flat Creek life that he threw himself into his night excursion with enthusiasm. At last he stood in the little hollow where he had joined Hannah. It was the very spot at which Shocky, too, had met him a few mornings before. He leaned against the fence and tried again to solve the puzzle of Hannah's troubles. For that she had troubles he did not doubt. Neither did he doubt 100 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. that he could help her if he could discover what they were. But he had no clue. In the midst of his meditations he heard the thud of horses' hoofs coming down the road. Until that moment he had not felt his own loneliness. He shrank back into the fence-corner. The horsemen were galloping. There were three of them, and there was one figure that seemed familiar to Ralph. But he could not tell who it was. Neither could he remember hav ing seen the horse, which was a sorrel with a white left forefoot and a white nose. The men noticed him and reined up a little. Why he should have been startled by the presence of these men he could not tell, but an indefinable dread seized him. They galloped on, and he stood still shivering with a nervous fear. The cold seemed to have got into his bones. He remembered that the region lying on Flat Creek and Clifty Creek had the reputation of being infested with thieves, who practiced horse- stealing and house-breaking. For ever since the day when Murrell's confederate bands were para lyzed by the death of their leader, there have still existed gangs of desperadoes in parts of Southern Indiana and Illinois, and in Iowa, Missouri, Ken tucky, and the South-west. It is out of these ma terials that border ruffianism has grown, and the nine members of the Reno band who were hanged A NIGHT AT PETE JONES'S. IOI two or three years ago by lynch law, 1 were remains of the bad blood that came into the West in the days of Daniel Boone. Shall I not say that these bands of desperadoes still found among the "poor whitey," " dirt-eater " class are the outcroppings of the bad blood sent from England in convict-ships ? Ought an old country to sow the fertile soil of a colony with such noxious seed ? Before Ralph was able to move, he heard the hoofs of another horse striking upon the hard ground in an easy pace. The rider was Dr. Small. He checked his horse in a cool way, and stood still a few seconds while he scrutinized Ralph. Then he rode on, keeping the same easy gait as before. Ralph had a superstitious horror of Henry Small. And, shuddering with cold, he crept like a thief over the fence, past the tree, through the pasture, back to Pete Jones's, never once thinking of the eyes that looked out of the window at Means's. Climbing the ladder, he got into bed, and shook as with the ague. He tried to reason himself out of the foolish terror that possessed him, but he could not. Half an hour later he heard a latch raised. Were the robbers breaking into the house below ? He heard a soft tread upon the floor. Should he rise and give the alarm ? Something restrained him. 1 Written in 1871. 102 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. He reflected that a robber would be sure to stumble over some of the " brats." So he lay still and final ly slumbered, only awakening when the place in which he slept was full of the smoke of frying grease from the room below. At breakfast Pete Jones scowled. He was evi dently angry about something. He treated Ralph with a rudeness not to be overlooked, as if he in tended to bring on a quarrel. Hartsook kept cool, and wished he could drive from his mind all mem ory of the past night. Why should men on horse back have any significance to him ? He was trying to regard things in this way, and from a general desire to keep on good terms with his host he went to the stable to offer his services in helping to feed the stock. "Don't want no saft -handed help!" was all he got in return for his well-meant offer. But just as he turned to leave the stable he saw what made him tremble again. There was the same sorrel horse with a white left forefoot and a white nose. To shake off his nervousness, Ralph started to school before the time. But, plague upon plagues! Mirandy Means, who had seen him leave Pete Jones's, started just in time to join him where he came into the big road. Ralph was not in a good humor after his wakeful night, and to be thus A NIGHT AT PETE JONES'S. IO3 dogged by Mirandy did not help the matter. So he found himself speaking crabbedly to the daugh ter of the leading trustee, in spite of himself. " Manner's got a bad cold this mornin' from bein' out last night, and she can't come to spellin'-school to-night," began Mirandy, in her most simpering voice. Ralph had forgotten that there was to be an other spelling-school. It seemed to him an age since the orthographical conflict of the past night. This remark of Mirandy's fell upon his ear like an echo from the distant past. He had lived a lifetime since, and was not sure that he was the same man who was spelling for dear life against Jim Phillips twelve hours before. But he was sorry to hear that Hannah had a cold. It seemed to him, in his de pressed state, that he was to blame for it. In fact, it seemed to him that he was to blame for a good many things. He seemed to have been committing sins in spite of himself. Broken nerves and sleep less nights often result in a morbid conscience. And what business had he to wander over this very road at two o'clock in the morning, and to see three galloping horsemen, one of them on a horse with a white left forefoot and a white nose ? What busi ness had he watching Dr. Small as he went home from the bedside of a dying patient near daylight IO4 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. in the morning ? And because he felt guilty he felt cross with Mirandy, and to her remark about Han nah he only replied that " Hannah was^a smart girl." "Yes," said Mirandy, " Bud thinks so." "Does he?" said Ralph. " I should say so. What's him and her been a-courtin' fer for a year ef he didn't think she was smart? Marm don't like it; but ef Bud and her does, and they seem to, I don't see as it's marm's lookout." When one is wretched, there is a pleasure in be ing entirely wretched. Ralph felt that he must have committed some unknown crime, and that some Nemesis was following him. Was Hannah deceitful ? At least, if she were not, he felt sure that he could supplant Bud. But what right had he to supplant Bud? " Did you hear the news ? " cried Shocky, run ning out to meet him. " The Dutchman's house was robbed last night." Ralph thought of the three men on horseback, and to save his life he could not help associating Dr. Small with them. And then he remembered the sorrel horse with the left forefoot and muzzle white, and he recalled the sound he had heard as of the lifting of a latch. And it really seemed to him that in knowing what he did he was in some sense guilty of the robbery. CHAPTER VII. OMINOUS REMARKS OF MR. JONES. THE school-master's mind was like ancient Gaul divided into three parts. With one part he mechan ically performed his school duties. With another he asked himself, What shall I do about the rob bery ? And with the third he debated about Bud and Hannah. For Bud was not present, and it was clear that he was angry, and there was a storm brewing. In fact, it seemed to Ralph that there was a storm brewing all round the sky. For Pete Jones was evidently angry at the thought of having been watched, and it was fair to suppose that Dr. Small was not in any better humor than usual. And so, between Bud's jealousy and revenge and the suspicion and resentment of the men engaged in the robbery at " the Dutchman's " (as the only German in the whole region was called), Ralph's excited nerves had cause for tremor. At one mo ment he would resolve to have Hannah at all costs. In the next his conscience would question the right- fulness of the conclusion. Then he would make IO6 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. up his mind to tell all he knew about the robbery. But if he told his suspicions about Small, nobody would believe him. And if he told about Pete Jones, he really could tell only enough to bring vengeance upon himself. And how could he ex plain his own walk through the pasture and down the road ? What business had he being out of bed at two o'clock in the morning? The circumstantial evidence was quite as strong against him as against the man on the horse with the white left forefoot and the white nose. Suspicion might fasten on himself. And then what would be the effect on his prospects ? On the people at Lewisburg ? On Han nah ? It is astonishing how much instruction and comfort there is in a bulldog. This slender school master, who had been all his life repressing the animal and developing the finer nature, now found a need of just what the bulldog had. And so, with the thought of how his friend the dog would fight in a desperate strait, he determined to take hold of his difficulties as Bull took hold of the raccoon. Moral questions he postponed for careful decision. But for the present he set his teeth together in a desperate, bulldog fashion, and he set his feet down slowly, positively, bulldoggedly. After a wretched supper at Pete Jones's he found himself at the spell ing-school, which, owing to the absence of Hannah, OMINOUS REMARKS OP MR. JONES. and the excitement about the burglary, was a dull affair. Half the evening was spent in talking in little knots. Pete Jones had taken the afflicted " Dutchman " under his own particular supervision. " I s'pose," said Pete, " that them air fellers what robbed your house must a come down from Jinkins Run. They're the blamedest set up there I ever see." " Ya-as," said Schroeder, " put how did Yinkins vellers know dat I sell te medder to te Shquire, hey ? How tid Yinkins know anyting 'bout the Shquire's bayin' me dree huntert in te hard gash hey ? " "Some scoundrels down in these 'ere parts is a-layin' in with Jinkins Run, I'll bet a hoss," said Pete. Ralph wondered whether he'd bet the one with the white left forefoot and the white nose. " Now," said Pete, " ef I could find the feller that's a-helpin' them scoundrels rob us folks, I'd help stretch him to the neardest tree." " So vood I," said Schroeder. " I'd shtretch him dill he baid me my dree huntert tollars pack, so I vood." And Betsey Short, who had found the whole affair very funny, was transported with a fit of tit tering at poor Schroeder's English. Ralph, fearing that his silence would excite suspicion, tried to talk. 108 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. But he could not tell what he knew, and all that he said sounded so hollow and hypocritical that it made him feel guilty. And so he shut his mouth, and meditated profitably on the subject of bull dogs. And when later he overheard the garrulous Jones declare that he'd bet a hoss he could p'int out somebody as know'd a blamed sight more'n they keerd to tell, he made up his mind that if it came to p'inting out he should try to be even with Jones. CHAPTER VIII. THE STRUGGLE IN THE DARK. IT was a long, lonesome, fearful night that the school-master passed, lying with nerves on edge and eyes wide open in that comfortless bed in the " furdest corner " of the loft of Pete Jones's house, shivering with cold, while the light snow that was falling sifted in upon the ragged patch-work quilt that covered him. Nerves broken by sleeplessness imagine many things, and for the first hour Ralph felt sure that Pete would cut his throat before morning. And you, friend Callow, who have blunted your palate by swallowing the Cayenne pepper of the penny-dreadfuls, you wish me to make this night exciting by a hand-to-hand contest between Ralph and a robber. You would like it better if there were a trap-door. There's nothing so convenient as a trap-door, unless it be a subterranean passage. And you'd like something of that sort just here. It's so pleasant to have one's hair stand on end, you know, when one is safe from danger to one's seJf. But if you want each individual hair to bristle with 109 IIO THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. such a " Struggle in the Dark," you can buy trap doors and subterranean passages dirt cheap at the next news-stand. But it was, indeed, a real and terrible " Struggle in the Dark " that Ralph fought out at Pete Jones's. When he had vanquished his fears of personal violence by reminding himself that it would be folly for Jones to commit murder in his own house, the question of Bud and Hannah took the uppermost place in his thoughts. And as the image of Hannah spelling against the master came up to him, as the memory of the walk, the talk, the box-elder tree, and all the rest took possession of him, it seemed to Ralph that his very life depended upon his secur ing her love. He would shut his teeth like the jaws of a bulldog, and all Bud's muscles should not prevail over his resolution and his stratagems. It was easy to persuade himself that this was right. Hannah ought not to throw herself away on Bud Means. Men of some culture always play their conceit off against their consciences. To a man of literary habits it usually seems to be a great boon that he confers on a woman when he gives her his love. Reasoning thus, Ralph had fixed his resolution, and if the night had been shorter, or sleep possible, the color of his life might have been changed. THE STRUGGLE IN THE DARK. Ill But some time along in the tedious hours came the memory of his childhood, the words of his mother, the old Bible stories, the aspiration after nobility of spirit, the solemn resolutions to be true to his conscience. These angels of the memory came flocking back before the animal, the bull- doggedness, had " set," as workers in plaster say. He remembered the story of David and Nathan, and it seemed to him that he, with all his abilities and ambitions and prospects, was about to rob Bud of the one ewe-lamb, the only thing he had to re joice in in his life. In getting Hannah, he would make himself unworthy of Hannah. And then there came to him a vision of the supreme value of a true character; how it was better than success, better than to be loved, better than heaven. And how near he had been to missing it ! And how cer tain he was, when these thoughts should fade, to miss it ! He was as one fighting for a great prize who feels his strength failing and is sure of defeat. This was the real, awful " Struggle in the Dark." A human soul fighting with heaven in sight, but certain of slipping inevitably into hell ! It was the same old battle. The Image of God fought with the Image of the Devil. It was the same fight that Paul described so dramatically when he represented the Spirit as contending with the Flesh. Paul also 112 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. called this dreadful something the Old Adam, and I suppose Darwin would call it the remains of the Wild Beast. But call it what you will, it is the bat tle that every well-endowed soul must fight at some point. And to Ralph it seemed that the final vic tory of the Evil, the Old Adam, the Flesh, the Wild Beast, the Devil, was certain. For, was not the pure, unconscious face cf Hannah on the Devil's side ? And so the battle had just as well be given up at once, for it must be lost in the end. But to Ralph, lying there in the still darkness, with his conscience as wide awake as if it were the Day of Doom, there seemed something so terrible in this overflow of the better nature which he knew to be inevitable as soon as the voice of conscience became blunted, that he looked about for help. He did not at first think of God; but there came into his thoughts the memory of a travel-worn Galilean peasant, hungry, sleepy, weary, tempted, tried, like other men, but having a strange, divine Victory in him by which everything evil was vanquished at his coming. He remembered how He had reached out a Hand to every helpless one, how He was the Helper of every weak one. And out of the depths of his soul he cried to the Helper, and found com fort. Not victory, but, what is better, strength. And so, without a thought of the niceties of theo- THE STRUGGLE IN THE DARK. 113 logical distinctions, without dreaming that it was the beginning of a religious experience, he found what he needed, help. And the Helper gave His beloved sleep. 8 CHAPTER IX. HAS GOD FORGOTTEN SHOCKY ? " PAP wants to know ef you would spend to- morry and Sunday at our house ? " said one of Squire Hawkins's girls, on the very next evening, which was Friday. The old Squire was thoughtful enough to remember that Ralph would not find it very pleasant " boarding out " all the time he was entitled to spend at Pete Jones's. For in view of the fact that Mr. Pete Jones sent seven children to the school, the " master " in Flat Creek district was bound to spend two weeks in that comfortable place, sleeping in a preoccupied bed, in the " fur- dest corner," with insufficient cover, under an in sufficient roof, and eating floating islands of salt pork fished out of oceans of hot lard. Ralph was not slow to accept the relief offered by the hospita ble justice of the peace, whose principal business seemed to be the adjustment of the pieces of which he was composed. And as Shocky traveled the same road, Ralph took advantage of the opportu nity to talk with him. The master could not dis- 114 HAS GOD FORGOTTEN SHOCKY ? 1 1 5 miss Hannah wholly from his mind. He would at least read the mystery of her life, if Shocky could be prevailed on to furnish the clue. "Poor old tree!" said Shocky, pointing to a crooked and gnarled elm standing by itself in the middle of a field. For when the elm, naturally the most graceful of trees, once gets a " bad set," it can grow to be the most deformed. This solitary tree had not a single straight limb. " Why do you say ' poor old tree ' ? " asked Ralph. " 'Cause it's lonesome. All its old friends is dead and chopped down, and there's their stumps a-standin' jes like grave-stones. It must be lone some. Some folks says it don't feel, but I think it does. Everything seems to think and feel. See it nodding its head to them other trees in the wood>, and a-wantin' to shake hands ! But it can't move. I think that tree must a growed in the night." " Why, Shocky ? " " 'Cause it's so crooked," and Shocky laughed at his own conceit ; " must a growed when they was no light so as it could see how to grow." And then they walked on in silence a minute. Presently Shocky began looking up into Ralph's eyes to get a smile. " I guess that tree feels just like me. Don't you ? " Il6 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " Why, how do you feel ? " " Kind o' bad and lonesome, and like as if I wanted to die, you know. Felt that way ever sence they put my father into the graveyard, and sent my mother to the poor-house and Hanner to ole Miss Means's. What kind of a place is a poor- house ? Is it a poorer place than Means's ? I wish I was dead and one of them clouds was a-carryin* me and Hanner and mother up to where father's gone, you know! I wonder if God forgets all about poor folks when their father dies and their mother gits into the poor-house ? Do you think He does ? Seems so to me. Maybe God lost track of my father when he come away from England and crossed over the sea. Don't nobody on Flat Creek keer fer God, and I guess God don't keer fer Flat Creek. But I would, though, ef he'd git my mother out of the poor-house and git Hanner away from Means's, and let me kiss my mother every night, you know, and sleep on my Hanner's arm, jes like I used to afore father died, you see." Ralph wanted to speak, but he couldn't. And so Shocky, with his eyes looking straight ahead, and as if forgetting Ralph's presence, told over the thoughts that he had often talked over to the fence- rails and the trees. " It was real good in Mr. Pearson to take me, wasn't it ? Else I'd a been HAS GOD FORGOTTEN SHOCK Y ? 1 1/ bound out tell I was twenty-one, maybe, to some mean man like Ole Means. And I a'n't but seven. And it would take me fourteen years to git twenty- one, and I never could live with my mother again after Hanner gets done her time. 'Cause, you see, Hanner'll be through in three more year, and I'll . be ten and able to work, and we'll git a little place about as big as Granny Sanders's, and " Ralph did not hear another word of what Shocky said that afternoon. For there, right before them, was Granny Sanders's log-cabin, with its row of lofty sunflower stalks, now dead and dry, in front, with its rain-water barrel by the side of the low door, and its ash-barrel by the fence. In this cabin lived alone the old and shriveled hag whose hid- eousness gave her a reputation for almost supernat ural knowledge. She was at once doctress and newspaper. She collected and disseminated medic inal herbs and personal gossip. She was in every regard indispensable to the intellectual life of the neighborhood. In the matter of her medical skill we cannot express an opinion, for her " yarbs " are not to be found in the pharmacopoeia of science. What took Ralph's breath was to find Dr. Small's fine, faultless horse standing at the door. What did Henry Small want to visit this old quack for ? CHAPTER X. THE DEVIL OF SILENCE. RALPH had reason to fear Small, who was a native of the same village of Lewisburg, and some five years the elder. Some facts in the doctor's life had come into Ralph's possession in such a way as to confirm life-long suspicion without giv ing him power to expose Small, who was firmly intrenched in the good graces of the people of the county-seat village of Lewisburg, where he had grown up, and of the little cross-roads village of Clifty, where his " shingle " now hung. Small was no ordinary villain. He was a genius. Your ordinary hypocrite talks cant. Small talked nothing. He was the coolest, the steadiest, the most silent, the most promising boy ever born in Lewisburg. He made no pretensions. He set up no claims. He uttered no professions. He went right on and lived a life above reproach. Your vulgar hypocrite makes long prayers in prayer- meeting. Small did nothing of the sort. He sat still in prayer-meeting, and listened to the elders as n8 THE DEVIL OF SILENCE. a modest young man should. Your commonplace hypocrite boasts. Small never alluded to himself, and thus a consummate egotist got credit for mod esty. It is but an indifferent trick for a hypocrite to make temperance speeches. Dr. Small did not even belong to a temperance society. But he could never be persuaded to drink even so much as a cup of tea. There was something sublime in the quiet voice with which he would say, " Cold water, if you please," to a lady tempting him with smoking coffee on a cold morning. There was no exultation, no sense of merit in the act. Everything was done in a modest and matter-of-course way beautiful to behold. And his face was a neutral tint. Neither face nor voice expressed anything. Only a keen reader of character might have asked whether all there was in that eye could live contented with this cool, austere, self-contained life; whether there would not be somewhere a volcanic eruption. But if there was any sea of molten lava beneath, the world did not discover it. Wild boys were sick of having Small held up to them as the most immacu late of men. 1 Ralph had failed to get two schools for which he 1 The original from which this character was drawn is here de scribed accurately. The author now knows that such people are not to be put into books. They are not realistic enough. 120 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. had applied, and had attributed both failures to certain shrugs of Dr. Small. And now, when he found Small at the house of Granny Sanders, the center of intelligence as well as of ignorance for the neighborhood, he trembled. Not that Small would say anything. He never said anything. He damned people by a silence worse than words. Granny Sanders was not a little flattered by the visit. "Why, doctor, howdy, howdy! Come in, take a cheer. I am glad to see you. I 'lowed you'd come. Old Dr. Flounder used to say he larnt lots o' things of me. But most of the doctors sence hez been kinder stuck up, you know. But I know'd you fer a man of intelligence." Meantime, Small, by his grave silence and atten tion, had almost smothered the old hag with flat tery. " Many's the case I've cured with yarbs and things. Nigh upon twenty year ago they was a man lived over on Wild Cat Run as had a breakin'- out on his side. 'Twas the left side, jes below the waist. Doctor couldn't do nothin'. 'Twas Doctor Peacham. He never would have nothin' to do with 'ole woman's cures.' Well, the man was goin' to die. Everybody seed that. And they come a-drivin' away over here all the way from the Wild Cat. Think of that air ! I never was so flustered. MBS. MEANS THE DEVIL OF SILENCE. 121 But as soon as I laid eyes on that air man, I says, says I, that air man, says I, has got the shingles, says I. I know'd the minute I seed it. And if they'd gone clean around, nothing could a saved him. I says, says I, git me a black cat. So I jist killed a black cat, and let the blood run all over the swellin'. I tell you, doctor, they's nothin' like it. That man was well in a month." " Did you use the blood warm ? " asked Small, with a solemnity most edifying. These were almost the only words he had uttered since he entered the cabin. " Laws, yes ; I jest let it run right out of the cat's tail onto the breakin'-out. And fer airesipelus, I don't know nothin' so good as the blood of a black hen." " How old ? " asked the doctor. "There you showed yer science, doctor! They's no power in a pullet. The older the black hen the better. And you know the cure fer rheumatiz ? " And here the old woman got down a bottle of grease. " That's ile from a black dog. Ef it's ren dered right, it'll knock the hind sights off of any rheumatiz you ever see. But it must be rendered in the dark of the moon. Else a black dog's ile a'h't worth no more nor a white one's." And all this time Small was smelling of the un- 122 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. corked bottle, taking a little on his finger and feel ing of it, and thus feeling his way to the heart drier than her herbs of the old witch. And then he went round the cabin gravely, lifting each sepa rate bunch of dried yarbs from its nail, smelling of it, and then, by making an interrogation-point of his silent face, he managed to get a lecture from her on each article in her materia medica, with the most marvelous stories illustrative of their virtues. When the Granny had got her fill of his silent flat tery, he was ready to carry forward his main pur pose. There was something weird about this silent man's ability to turn the conversation as he chose to have it go. Sitting by the Granny's tea-table, nibbling corn-bread while he drank his glass of water, having declined even her sassafras, he ceased to stimulate her medical talk and opened the vein of gossip. Once started, Granny Sanders was sure to allude to the robbery. And once on the robbery the doctor's course was clear. " I 'low somebody not fur away is in this 'ere business! " Not by a word, nor even by a nod, but by some motion of the eyelids, perhaps, Small indicated that he agreed with her. " Who d'ye s'pose 'tis ? " THE DEVIL OF SILENCE. 123 But Dr. Small was not in the habit of supposing. He moved his head in a quiet way, just the least perceptible bit, but so that the old creature under stood that he could give light if he wanted to. " I dunno anybody that's been 'bout here long as could be suspected." Another motion of the eyelids indicated Small's agreement with this remark. " They a'n't nobody come in here lately 'ceppin' the master." Small looked vacantly at the wall. " But I 'low he's allers bore a tip-top character." The doctor was too busy looking at his corn- bread to answer this remark even by a look. " But I think these oversmart young men'll bear looking arter, / do." Dr. Small raised his eyes and let them shine an assent. That was all. " Shouldn't wonder ef our master was overly fond of gals." / Doctor looks down at his plate. " Had plenty of sweethearts afore he walked home with Hanner Thomson t'other night, I'll bet." Did Dr. Small shrug his shoulder ? Granny thought she detected a faint motion of the sort, but she could not be sure. " And I think as how that a feller what trifles 124 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. with gals' hearts and then runs off ten miles, may be a'n't no better'n he had orter be. That's what I says, says I." To this general remark Dr. Small assented in his invisible shall I say intangible f way. " I allers think, maybe, that some folks has found it best to leave home and go away. You can't never tell. But when people is a-bein' robbed it's well to lookout. Hey ? " " I think so," said Small quietly, and, having taken his hat and bowed a solemn and respectful adieu, he departed. He had not spoken twenty words, but he had satisfied the news-monger of Flat Creek that Ralph was a bad character at home and worthy of suspi cion of burglary. CHAPTER XL MISS MARTHA HAWKINS. " IT'S very good for the health to dig in the ele ments. I was quite emaciated last year at the East, and the doctor told me to dig in the elements. I got me a florial hoe and dug, and it's been most excellent for me." * Time, the Saturday following the Friday on which Ralph kept Shocky company as far as the " forks " near Granny Sanders's house. Scene, the Squire's garden. Ralph helping that worthy magistrate perform sundry little jobs such as a warm winter day suggests to the farmer. Miss Martha Hawkins, the Squire's niece, and his house keeper in his present bereaved condition, leaning over the palings pickets she called them of the garden fence, talking to the master. Miss Hawkins was recently from Massachusetts. How many peo ple there are in the most cultivated communities whose education is partial! " It's very common for school-master to dig in 1 Absurd as this speech seems, it is a literal transcript of words spoken in the author's presence by a woman who, like Miss Hawkins, was born in Massachusetts. 125 126 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. the elements at the East," proceeded Miss Martha. Like many other people born in the celestial em pires (of which there are three China, Virginia, Massachusetts), Miss Martha was not averse to re minding outside barbarians of her good fortune in this regard. It did her good to speak of the East. Now Ralph was amused with Miss Martha. She really had a good deal of intelligence despite her affectation, and conversation with her was both in teresting and diverting. It helped him to forget Hannah, and Bud, arid the robbery, and all the rest, and she was so delighted to find somebody to make an impression on that she had come out to talk while Ralph was at work. But just at this mo ment the school-master was not so much interested in her interesting remarks, nor so much amused by her amusing remarks, as he should have been. He saw a man coming down the road riding one horse and leading another, and he recognized the horses at a distance. It must be Bud who was riding Means's bay mare and leading Bud's roan colt. Bud had been to mill, and as the man who owned the horse-mill kept but one old blind horse himself, it was necessary that Bud should take two. It re quired three horses to run the mill; the old blind one could have ground the grist, but the two others had to overcome the friction of the clumsy machine. MISS MARTHA HAWKINS. I2/ But it was not about the horse-mill that Ralph was thinking nor about the two horses. Since that Wednesday evening on which he escorted Hannah home from the spelling-school he had not seen Bud Means. If he had any lingering doubts of the truth of what Mirandy had said, they had been dis sipated by the absence of Bud from school. " When I was to Bosting " Miss Martha was to Boston only once in her life, but as her visit to that sacred city was the most important occurrence of her life, she did not hesitate to air her reminis cences of it frequently. " When I was to Bosting," she was just saying, when, following the indication of Ralph's eyes, she saw Bud coming up the hill near Squire Hawkins's house. Bud looked red and sulky, and to Ralph's and Miss Martha Hawkins's polite recognitions he returned only a surly nod. They both saw that he was angry. Ralph was able to guess the meaning of his wrath. Toward evening Ralph strolled through the Squire's cornfield toward the woods. The memory Df the walk with Hannah was heavy upon the heart of the young master, and there was comfort in the very miserableness of the cornstalks with their dis heveled blades hanging like tattered banners and rattling discordantly in the rising wind. Wander ing without purpose, Ralph followed the rows of 128 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. stalks first one way and then the other in a zigzag line, turning a right angle every minute or two. At last he came out in a woods mostly of beech, and he pleased his melancholy fancy by kicking the dry and silky leaves before him in billows, while the soughing of the wind through the long, vibrant boughs and slender twigs of the beech forest seemed to put the world into the wailing minor key of his own despair. What a fascination there is in a path come upon suddenly without a knowledge of its termination! Here was one running in easy, irregular curves through the wood, now turning gently to the right in order to avoid a stump, now swaying suddenly to the left to gain an easier descent at a steep place, and now turning wantonly to the one side or the other, as if from very caprice in the man who by idle steps unconsciously marked the line of the foot-path at first. Ralph could not resist the im pulse who could ? to follow the path and find out its destination, and following it he came pres ently into a lonesome hollow, where a brook gur gled among the heaps of bare limestone rocks that filled its bed. Following the path still, he came upon a queer little cabin built of round logs, in the midst of a small garden-patch inclosed by a brush fence. The stick chimney, daubed with clay and MISS MARTHA HAWKINS. 1 29 topped with a barrel open at both ends, made this a typical cabin. It flashed upon Ralph that this place must be Rocky Hollow, and that this was the house of old John Pearson, the one-legged basket-maker, and his rheumatic wife the house that hospitably shel tered Shocky. Following his impulse, he knocked and was admitted, and was not a little surprised to find Miss Martha Hawkins there before him. " You here, Miss Hawkins ? " he said when he had returned Shocky's greeting and shaken hands with the old couple. '* Bless you, yes," said the old lady. " That blessed gyirl " the old lady called her a girl by a sort of figure of speech perhaps " that blessed gyirl's the kindest creetur you ever saw comes here every day, most, to cheer a body up with somethin' or nuther." Miss Martha blushed, and said " she came be cause Rocky Hollow looked so much like a place she used to know at the East. Mr. and Mrs. Pear son were the kindest people. They reminded her of people she knew at the East. When she was to Bosting " Here the old basket-maker lifted his head from his work, and said : " Pshaw ! that talk about kyind- ness" (he was a Kentuckian and said kyindness) "is 9 130 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER all humbug. I wonder so smart a woman as you don't know better. You come nearder to bein' kyind than anybody I know; but, laws a me! we're all selfish akordin' to my tell." " You wasn't selfish when you set up with my father most every night for two weeks," said Shocky, as he handed the old man a splint. "Yes, I was, too!" This in a tone that made Ralph tremble. "Your father was a miserable Britisher. I'd fit red-coats, in the war of eighteen- twelve, and lost my leg by one of 'em stickin' his dog-on'd bagonet right through it, that night at Lundy's Lane ; but my messmate killed him though, which is a satisfaction to think on. And I didn't like your father 'cause he was a Britisher. But ef he'd a died right here in this free country, 'thout nobody to give him a drink of water, blamed ef I wouldn't a been ashamed to set on the platform at a Fourth of July barbecue, and to hold up my wooden leg fer to make the boys cheer! That was the selfishest thing I ever done. We're all selfish akordin' to my tell." " You wasn't selfish when you took me that night, you know," and Shocky's face beamed with grati tude. " Yes, I war, too, you little sass-box ! What did I take you fer ? Hey ? Bekase I didn't like Pete CAPTAIN PEARSON MISS MARTHA HAWKINS. 13! Jones nor Bill Jones. They're thieves, dog-on 'em! " Ralph shivered a little. The horse with the white forefoot and white nose galloped before his eyes again. " They're a set of thieves. That's what they air." " Please, Mr. Pearson, be careful. You'll get into trouble, you know, by talking that way," said Miss Hawkins. " You're just like a man that I knew at the East." " Why, do you think an old soldier like me, hob bling on a wooden leg, is afraid of them thieves ? Didn't I face the Britishers ? Didn't I come home late last Wednesday night ? I rather guess I must a took a little too much at Welch's grocery, and laid down in the middle of the street to rest. The boys thought 'twas funny to crate x me. I woke up kind o' cold, 'bout one in the mornin.' 'Bout * When the first edition of this book appeared, the critic who ana- lyzed the dialect in The Nation confessed that he did not know what to "crate" meant. It was a custom in the days of early Indiana barbarism for the youngsters of a village, on spying a sleeping drunk ard, to hunt up a " queensware crate " one of the cages of round withes in which crockery was shipped. This was turned upside down over the inebriate, and loaded with logs or any other heavy arti cles that would make escape difficult when the poor wretch should come to himself. It was a sort of rude punishment for inebriety, and it afforded a frog-killing delight to those who executed justice. 132 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. two o'clock I come up Means's hill, and didn't I see Pete Jones, and them others that robbed the Dutchman, and somebody, I dunno who, a-crossin' the blue-grass paster towards Jones's ? " (Ralph shivered.) " Don't shake your finger at me, old woman. Tongue is all I've got to fight with now; but I'll fight them thieves tell the sea goes dry, I will. Shocky, gim me a splint." " But you wasn't selfish when you tuck me." Shocky stuck to his point most positively. " Yes, I was, you little tow-headed fool ! I didn't take you kase I was good, not a bit of it. I hated Bill Jones what keeps the poor-house, and I knowed him and Pete would get you bound to some of their click, and I didn't want no more thieves raised ; so when your mother hobbled, with you a-leadin' her, poor blind thing! all the way over here on that winter night, and said, ' Mr. Pearson, you're all the friend I've got, and I want you to save my boy,' why, you see I was selfish as ever I could be in takin' of you. Your mother's cryin' sot mea-cryin' too. We're all selfish in everything, akordin' to my tell. Blamed ef we ha'n't, Miss Hawkins, only sometimes I'd think you was real benev'lent ef I didn't know we war all selfish." CHAPTER XII. THE HARDSHELL PREACHER. "THEY'S preachin' down to Bethel Meetin'-house to-day," said the Squire at breakfast. Twenty years in the West could not cure Squire Hawkins of say ing " to " for " at." " I rather guess as how the old man Bosaw will give pertickeler fits to our folks to day." For Squire Hawkins, having been expelled from the " Hardshell " church of which Mr. Bosaw was pastor, for the grave offense of joining a tem perance society, had become a member of the " Re formers," the very respectable people who now call themselves " Disciples," but whom the profane will persist in calling " Campbellites." They had a church in the village of Clifty, three miles away. I know that explanations are always abominable to story readers, as they are to story writers, but as so many of my readers have never had the ines timable privilege of sitting under the gospel as it is ministered in enlightened neighborhoods like Flat Creek, I find myself under the necessity need-ces- sity the Rev. Mr. Bosaw would call it of rising to 133 134 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. explain. Some people think the " Hardshells " a myth, and some sensitive Baptist people at the East resent all allusion to them. But the " Hardshell Baptists," or, as they are otherwise called, the " Whisky Baptists," and the " Forty-gallon Bap tists," exist in all the old Western and South-west ern States. They call themselves "Anti-means Baptists " from their Antinomian tenets. Their confession of faith is a caricature of Calvinism, and is expressed by their preachers about as follows: " Ef you're elected, you'll be saved; ef you a'n't, you'll be damned. God'll take keer of his elect. It's a sin to run Sunday-schools, or temp'rince s'cie- ties, or to send missionaries. You let God's business alone. What is to be will be, and you can't hender it." This writer has attended a Sunday-school, the superintendent of which was solemnly arraigned and expelled from the Hardshell Church for " med dling with God's business " by holding a Sunday- school. Of course the Hardshells are prodigiously illiterate, and often vicious. Some of their preachers are notorious drunkards. They sing their sermons out sometimes for three hours at a stretch. 1 1 Even the Anti-means Baptists have suffered from the dire spirit of the age. They are to-day a very respectable body of people calling themselves "Primitive Baptists." Perhaps the description in the text never applied to the whole denomination, but only to the Hard- shells of certain localities. Some of these intensely conservative THE HARDSHELL PREACHER. 135 Ralph found that he was to ride the " clay-bank mare," the only one of the horses that would " carry double," and that consequently he would have to take Miss Hawkins behind him. If it had been Hannah instead, Ralph might not have objected to this " young Lochinvar " mode of riding with a lady on " the croup," but Martha Hawkins was another affair. He had only this consolation ; his keeping the company of Miss Hawkins might serve to disarm the resentment of Bud. At all events, he had no choice. What designs the Squire had in this arrange ment he could not tell ; but the clay-bank mare car ried him to meeting on that December morning, with churches, I have reason to believe, were always composed of reputable people. But what is said above is not in the least exaggerated as a description of many of the churches in Indiana and Illinois. Their opposition to the temperance reformation was both theoretical and practical. A rather able minister of the denomination whom I knew as a boy used to lie in besotted drunkenness by the roadside. I am sorry to confess that he once represented the county in the State leg islature. The piece of a sermon given in this chapter was heard near Cairo, Illinois, in the days before the war. Most of the preachers were illiterate farmers. I have heard one of them hold forth two hours at a stretch. But even in that day there were men among the Hardshells whose ability and character commanded re spect. This was true, especially in Kentucky, where able men like the two Dudleys held to the Antinomian wing of their denomination. But the Hardshells are perceptibly less hard than they were. You may march at the rear of the column among Hunkers and Hardshells if you will, but you are obliged to march. Those who will not go voluntarily, the time-spirit, walking behind, prods onward with a goad. 136 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Martha Hawkins behind. And as Miss Hawkins was not used to this mode of locomotion, she was in a state of delightful fright every time the horse sank to the knees in the soft, yellow Flat Creek clay. " We don't go to church so at the East," she said. " The mud isn't so deep at the East. When I was to Bosting " but Ralph never heard what happened when she was to Bosting, for just as she said Bosting the mare put her foot into a deep hole molded by the foot of the Squire's horse, and al ready full of muddy water. As the mare's foot went twelve inches down into this track, the muddy water spurted higher than Miss Hawkins's head, and mottled her dress with golden spots of clay. She gave a little shriek, and declared that she had never " seen it so at the East." The journey seemed a little long to Ralph, who found that the subjects upon which he and Miss Hawkins could converse were few ; but Miss Martha was determined to keep things going, and once, when the conversation had died out entirely, she made a desperate effort to renew it by remarking, as they met a man on horseback, " That horse switches his tail just as they do at the East. When I was to Bosting I saw horses switch their tails just that way." What surprised Ralph was to see that Flat Creek THE HARDSHELL PREACHER. 137 went to meeting. Everybody was there the Meanses, the Joneses, the Bantas, and all the rest. Everybody on Flat Creek seemed to be there, ex cept the old wooden-legged basket-maker. His family was represented by Shocky, who had come, doubtless, to get a glimpse of Hannah, not to hear Mr. Bosaw preach. In fact, few were thinking of the religious service. They went to church as a common resort to hear the news, and to find out what was the current sensation. On this particular morning there seemed to be some unusual excitement. Ralph perceived it as he rode up. An excited crowd, even though it be at a church-door on Sunday morning, can not con ceal its agitation. Ralph deposited Miss Hawkins on the stile, and then got down himself, and paid her the closest attention to the door. This atten tion was for Bud's benefit. But Bud only stood with his hands in his pockets, scowling worse than ever. Ralph did not go in at the door. It was not the Flat Creek custom. The men gossiped outside, while the women chatted within. Whatever may have been the cause of the excitement, Ralph could not get at it. When he entered a little knot of people they became embarrassed, the group dis solved, and its component parts joined other com panies. What had the current of conversation to 138 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. do with him ? He overheard Pete Jones saying that the blamed old wooden leg was in it anyhow. He'd been seen goin' home at two in the mornin'. And he could name somebody else ef he choosed. But it was best to clean out one at a time. And just then there was a murmur: " Meetin's took up." And the masculine element filled the empty half of the " hewed-log " church. When Ralph saw Hannah looking utterly de jected, his heart smote him, and the great struggle set in again. Had it not been for the thought of the other battle, and the comforting presence of the Helper,! fear Bud's interests would have fared badly. But Ralph, with the spirit of a martyr, resolved to wait until he knew what the result of Bud's suit should be, and whether, indeed, the young Goliath had prior claims, as he evidently thought he had. He turned hopefully to the sermon, determined to pick up any crumbs of comfort that might fall from Mr. Bosaw's meager table. In reporting a single specimen passage of Mr. Bosaw's sermon, I shall not take the liberty which Thucydides and other ancient historians did, of making the sermon and putting it into the hero's mouth, but shall give that which can be vouched for. "You see, my respective hearers," he began but THE HARDSHELL PREACHER. 139 alas! I can never picture to you the rich red nose, the see sawing gestures, the nasal resonance, the sniffle, the melancholy minor key, and all that. " My respective hearers-ah, you see-ah as how-ah as my tex'-ah says that the ox-ah knoweth his owner-ah, and-ah the ass-ah his master's crib-ah. A-h-h! Now, my respective hearers-ah, they're a mighty sight of resemblance-ah atwext men-ah and oxen-ah " [Ralph could not help reflecting that there was a mighty sight of resemblance between some men and asses. But the preacher did not see this analogy. It lay too close to him], " bekase-ah, you see, men-ah is mighty like oxen-ah. Fer they's a tremengious defference-ah atwixt defferent oxen-ah, jest as tha r is atwext defferent men-ah ; fer the ox knoweth-ah his owner-ah, and the ass-ah, his master's crib-ah. Now, my respective hearers-ah " [the preacher's voice here grew mellow, and the succeeding sen- tences were in the most pathetic and lugubrious tones], " you all know-ah that your humble speaker- ah has got-ah jest the best yoke of steers-ah in this township-ah." [Here Betsey Short shook the floor with a suppressed titter.] " They a'n't no sech steers as them air two of mine-ah in this whole keden- try-ah. Them crack oxen over at Clifty-ah ha'n't a patchin' to mine-ah. Fer the ox knoweth his own er-ah, and the ass-ah his master's crib-ah. 140 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " Now, my respective hearers-ah, they's a right smart sight of defference-ah atwext them air two oxen-ah, jest like they is atwext defferent men-ah. Fer-ah " [here the speaker grew earnest, and sawed the air, from this to the close, in a most frightful way], " fer-ah, you see-ah, when I go out-ah in the mornin'-ah to yoke-ah up-ah them air steers-ah, and I says-ah, "Wo, Berry-ah! Wo, Berry-ah! Wo, BERRY-AH', why Berry-ah jest stands stock still-ah and don't hardly breathe-ah while I put on the yoke- ah, and put in the bow-ah, and put in the key-ah, fer, my brethering-ah and sistering-ah, the ox know- eth his owner-ah, and the ass-ah his master's crib-ah. Hal-le-lu-ger-ah! " But-ah, my hearers-ah, but-ah when I stand at t'other eend of the yoke-ah, and say, ' Come, Buck- ah! Come, Buck-ah! COME, BUCK-AH! COME, BUCK-AH ! ' why what do you think-ah ? Buck- ah, that ornery ole Buck-ah, 'stid of comin* right along-ah and puttin' his neck under-ah, acts jest like some men-ah what is fools-ah. Buck-ah jest kinder sorter stands off-ah, and kinder sorter puts his head down-ah this 'ere way-ah, and kinder looks mad-ah, and says, Boo-00-OO-CO-tf^ / " Alas! Hartsook found no spiritual edification there, and he was in no mood to be amused. And so, while the sermon drew on through two dreary THE HARDSHELL PREACHER. 14! hours, he forgot the preacher in noticing a bright green lizard which, having taken up its winter quar ters behind the tin candlestick that hung just back of the preacher's head, had been deceived by the genial warmth coming from the great box-stove, and now ran out two or three feet from his shelter, looking down upon the red-nosed preacher in a most confidential and amusing manner. Sometimes he would retreat behind the candlestick, which was not twelve inches from the preacher's head, and then rush out again. At each reappearance Betsey Short would stuff her handkerchief into her mouth and shake in a most distressing way. Shocky wondered what the lizard was winking at the preacher about. And Miss Martha thought that it reminded her of a lizard that she see at the East, the time she was to Bosting, in a jar of alcohol in the Natural History Rooms. The Squire was not disappointed in his anticipation that Mr. Bosaw would attack his de nomination with some fury. In fact, the old preacher outdid himself in his violent indignation at " these people that follow Campbell-ah, that thinks-ah that obejience-ah will save 'em-ah and that belongs-ah to temp'rince societies-ah and Sunday-schools-ah, and them air things-ah, that's not ortherized in the Biblc-ah, but comes of the devil-ah, and takes folks as belongs to 'em to hell-ah." 142 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. As they came out the door Ralph rallied enough to remark: " He did attack your people, Squire." " Oh, yes," said the Squire. " Didn't you see the Sarpent inspirin' him ? " But the long, long hours were ended and Ralph got on the clay-bank mare and rode up alongside the stile whence Miss Martha mounted. And as he went away with a heavy heart, he overheard Pete Jones call out to somebody: "We'll tend to his case a Christmas." Christ mas was two days off. And Miss Martha remarked with much trepida tion that poor Pearson would have to leave. She'd always been afraid that would be the end of it. It reminded her of something she heard at the East "be time she was down to Bosting. CHAPTER XITI. A STRUGGLE FOR THE MASTERY. THE school had closed on Monday evening as usual. The boys had been talking in knots all day. Nothing but the bulldog in the slender, reso^te young master had kept down the rising storm. A teacher who has lost moral support at home, can not long govern a school. Ralph had effectu ally lost his popularity in the district, and the worst of it was that he could not divine from just what quarter the ill wind came, except that he felt sure of Small's agency in it somewhere. Even Hannah had slighted him, when he called at Means's on Mon day morning to draw the pittance of pay that was due him. He had expected a petition for a holiday on Christ mas day. Such holidays are deducted from the teacher's time, and it is customary for the boys to "turn out" the teacher who refuses to grant them, by barring him out of the school-house on Christ mas and New Year's morning. Ralph had intended to grant a holiday if it should be asked, but it was 143 \ 144 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. not asked. Hank Banta was the ringleader in the disaffection, and he had managed to draw the surly Bud, who was present this morning, into it. It is but fair to say that Bud was in favor of making a request before resorting to extreme measures, but he was overruled. He gave it as his solemn opin ion that the master was mighty peart, and they would be beat anyhow some way, but he would lick the master fer two cents ef he warn't so slim that he'd feel like he was fighting a baby. And all that day things looked black. Ralph's countenance was cold and hard as stone, and Shocky trembled where he sat. Betsey Short tittered rather more than usual. A riot or a murder would have seemed amusing to her. School was dismissed, and Ralph, instead of re turning to the Squire's, set out for the village of Clifty, a few miles away. No one knew what he went for, and some suggested that he had " sloped." But Bud said " he warn't that air kind. He was one of them air sort as died in their tracks, was Mr. Hartsook. They'd find him on the ground nex' morning, and he 'lowed the master war made of that air sort of stuff as would burn the dog-on'd ole school-house to ashes, or blow it into splinters, but what he'd beat. Howsumdever he'd said he was a-goin' to help, and help he would ; but all the sinno A STRUGGLE FOR THE MASTERY. 145 in Golier wouldn't be no account again the cute they was in the head of the master." Bnt Bud, discouraged as he was with the fear of Ralph's " cute," went like a martyr to the stake and took his place with the rest in the school-house at nine o'clock at night. It may have been Ralph's intention to preoccupy the school-house, for at ten o'clock Hank Banta was set shaking from head to foot at seeing a face that looked like the master's at the window. He waked up Bud and told him about it. " Well, what are you a-tremblin' about, you cow ard ?" growled Bud. " He won't shoot you; but he'll beat you at this game, I'll bet a hoss, and me, too, and make us both as 'shamed of ourselves as dogs with tin-kittles to their tails. You don't know the master, though he did duck you. But he'll larn you a good lesson this time, and me too, like as not." And Bud soon snored again, but Hank shook with fear every time he looked at the blackness outside the windows. He was sure he heard foot-falls. He would have given anything to have been at home. When morning came, the pupils began to gather early. A few boys who were likely to prove of service in the coming siege were admitted through the window, and then everything was made fast, and a " snack " was eaten. 10 146 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " How do you 'low he'll get in ? " said Hank, try. ing to hide his fear. "How do I 'low?" said Bud. "I don't 'low nothin' about it. You might as well ax me where I 'low the nex' shootin' star is a-goin' to drap. Mr. Hartsook's mighty onsartin. But he'll git in, though, and tan your hide fer you, you see ef he don't. Ef he don't blow up the school-house with gunpow der! " This last was thrown in by way of alleviat ing the fears of the cowardly Hank, for whom Bud had a great contempt. The time for school had almost come. The boys inside were demoralized by waiting. They began to hope that the master had " sloped." They dreaded to see him coming. "I don't believe he'll come," said Hank, with a cold shiver. " It's past school-time." "Yes, he will come, too," said Bud. "And he 'lows to come in here mighty quick. I don't know how. But he'll be a-standin' at that air desk when it's nine o'clock. I'll bet a thousand dollars on that. Ef he don't take it into his head to blow us up ! " Hank was now white. Some of the parents came along, accidentally of course, and stopped to see the fun, sure that Bud would thrash the master if he tried to break in. Small, on the way to see a patient perhaps, reined A STRUGGLE FOR THE MASTERY. 147 up in front of the door. Still no Ralph. It was just five minutes before nine. A rumor now gained currency that he had been seen going to Clifty the evening before, and that he had not come back, though in fact Ralph had come back, and had slept at Squire Hawkins's. " There's the master," cried Betsey Short, who stood out in the road shivering and giggling alter nately. For Ralph at that moment emerged from the sugar-camp by the school-house, carrying a board. " Ho ! ho ! " laughed Hank, " he thinks he'll smoke us out. I guess he'll find us ready." The boys had let the fire burn down, and there was now noth ing but hot hickory coals on the hearth. " I tell you he'll come in. He didn't go to Clifty fer nothin'," said Bud, who sat still on one of the benches which leaned against the door. " I don't know how, but they's lots of ways of killing a cat besides chokin' her with butter. He'll come in e/he don't blow us all sky-high! " Ralph's voice was now heard, demanding that the door be opened. " Let's open her," said Hank, turning livid with fear at the firm, confident tone of the master. Bud straightened himself up. " Hank, you're a coward. I've got a mind to kick you. You got me 148 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. into this blamed mess, and now you want to craw fish. You jest tech one of these 'ere fastenin's, and I'll lay you out flat of your back afore you can say Jack Robinson." The teacher was climbing to the roof with the board in hand. " That air won't win," laughed Pete Jones out side. He saw that there was no smoke. Even Bud began to hope that Ralph would fail for once. The master was now on the ridge-pole of the school- house. He took a paper from his pocket, and de liberately poured the contents down the chimney. Mr. Pete Jones shouted "Gunpowder!" and set off down the road to be out of the way of the explosion. Dr. Small remembered, probably, that his patient might die while he sat here, and started on. But Ralph emptied the paper, and laid the board over the chimney. What a row there was inside ! The benches that were braced against the door were thrown down, and Hank Banta rushed out, rubbing his eyes, coughing frantically, and sure that he had been blown up. All the rest followed, Bud bring ing up the rear sulkily, but coughing and sneezing for dear life. Such a smell of sulphur as came from that school-house! Betsey had to lean against the fence to giggle. FIRE AND BRIMSTONE A STRUGGLE FOR THE MASTERY. 149 As soon as all were out, Ralph threw the board off the chimney, leaped to the ground, entered the school-house, and opened the windows. The school soon followed him, and all was still. " Would he thrash ? " This was the important question in Hank Banta's mind. And the rest looked for a battle with Bud. " It is just nine o'clock," said Ralph, consulting his watch, " and I'm glad to see you all here prompt ly. I should have given you a holiday if you had asked me like gentlemen yesterday. On the whole, I think I shall give you a holiday, anyhow. The school is dismissed." And Hank felt foolish. And Bud secretly resolved to thrash Hank or the master, he didn't care which. And Mirandy looked the love she could not utter. And Betsey giggled. CHAPTER XIV. A CRISIS WITH BUD. RALPH sat still at his desk. The school had gone. All at once he became conscious that Shocky sat yet in his accustomed place upon the hard, backless bench. " Why, Shocky, haven't you gone yet ? " " No sir I was waitin* to see if you warn't a-goin', too I " "Well?" " I thought it would make me feel as if God warn't quite so fur away to talk to you. It did the other day." The master rose and put his hand on Shocky's head. Was it the brotherhood in affliction that made Shocky's words choke him so ? Or, was it the weird thoughts that he expressed? Or, was it the recollection that Shocky was Hannah's brother ? Hannah so far, far away from him now! At any rate, Shocky, looking up for the smile on which he fed, saw the relaxing of the master's face, that had been as hard as stone, and felt just one hot tear on his hand. 150 A CRISIS WITH BUD. 151 " P'r'aps God's forgot you, too," said Shocky in a sort of half soliloquy. " Better get away from Flat Creek. You see God forgets everybody down here. 'Cause 'most everybody forgets God, 'cept Mr. Bosaw, and I 'low God don't no ways keer to be remembered by sich as him. Leastways I wouldn't if I was God, you know. I wonder what becomes of folks when God forgets 'em ? " And Shocky, seeing that the master had resumed his seat and was looking absently into the fire, moved slowly out the door. "Shocky!" called the master. The little poet came back and stood before him. " Shocky, you mustn't think God has forgotten you. God brings things out right at last." But Ralph's own faith was weak, and his words sounded hollow and hypocritical to himself. Would God in deed bring things out right ? He sat musing a good while, trying to convince himself of the truth of what he had just been say ing to Shocky that God would indeed bring things out right at last. Would it all come out right if Bud married Hannah ? Would it all come out right if he were driven from Flat Creek with a dark sus picion upon his character ? Did God concern him self with these things ? Was there any God ? It was the same old struggle between Doubt and 152 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Faith. And when Ralph looked up, Shocky had departed. In the next hour Ralph fought the old battle of Armageddon. I shall not describe it. You will fight it in your own way. No two alike. The important thing is the End. If you come out as he did, with the doubt gone and the trust in God victorious, it matters little just what shape the battle may take. Since Jacob became Israel there have never been two such struggles alike, save in that they all end either in victory or in defeat. It was after twelve o'clock on that Christmas day when Ralph put his head out the door of the school- house and called out: "Bud, I'd like to see you." Bud did not care to see the master, for he had inly resolved to " thrash him " and have done with him. But he couldn't back out, certainly not in sight of the others who were passing along the road with him. " I don't want the rest of you," said Ralph in a decided way, as he saw that Hank and one or two others were resolved to come also. "Thought maybe you'd want somebody to see far play," said Hank as he went off sheepishly. " If I did, you would be the last one I should ask," said Ralph. " There's no unfair play in Bud, and there is in you." And he shut the door. A CRISIS WITH BUD. 1 53 " Now, looky here, Mr. Ralph Hartsook," said Bud. "You don't come no gum games over me with your saft sodder and all that. I've made up my mind. You've got to promise to leave these 'ere diggins, or I've got to thrash you." "You'll have to thrash me, then," said Ralph, turning a little pale, but remembering the bulldog. " But you'll tell me what it's all about, won't you? " " You know well enough. Folks says you know more 'bout the robbery at the Dutchman's than you orter. But I don't believe them. Fer them as says it is liars and thieves theirselves. 'Ta'n't fer none of that. And I shan't tell you what it is fer. So now, if you won't travel, why, take off your coat and git ready fer a thrashing." The master took off his coat and showed his slen der arms. Bud laid his off, and showed the physique of a prize-fighter. "You a'n't a-goin to fight me?" said Bud. " Not unless you make me." " Why I could chaw you all up." "I know that." " Well, you're the grittiest feller I ever did see, and ef you'd jest kep off of my ground I wouldn't a touched you. But I a'n't a-goin' to be cut out by no feller a livin' 'thout thrashin' him in an inch of his life. You see I wanted to git out of this Flat 154 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Crick way. We're a low-lived set here in Flat Crick. And I says to myself, I'll try to be somethin' more nor Pete Jones, and dad, and these other triflin', good-fer-nothin' ones 'bout here. And when you come I says, There's one as'll help me. And what do you do with yor book-larnin' and town manners but start right out to git away the gal that I'd picked out, when I'd picked her out kase I thought, not bein' Flat Crick born herself, she might help a feller to do better! Now I won't let nobody cut me out without givin' 'em the best thrashin' it's in these 'ere arms to give." " But I haven't tried to cut you out." " You can't fool me" " Bud, listen to me, and then thrash me if you will. I went with that girl once. When I found you had some claims, I gave her up. Not because I was afraid of you, for I would rather have taken the worst thrashing you can give me than give her up. But I haven't spoken to her since the night of the first spelling-school." "You lie!" said Bud, doubling his fists. Ralph grew red. "You was a-waitin' on her last Sunday right afore my eyes, and a-tryin* to ketch my attention too. So when you're ready say so." " Bud, there is some misunderstanding." Hart- A CRISIS WITH BUD. 155 sook spoke slowly and felt bewildered. " I tell you that I did not speak to Hannah last Sunday, and you know I didn't." "Hanner!" Bud's eyes grew large. "Hanner!" Here he gasped for breath, and looked around. " Hanner! " He couldn't get any further than the name at first. " Why, plague take it, who said Han ner ?" " Mirandy said you were courting Hannah," said Ralph, feeling round in a vague way to get his ideas together. "Mirandy! Thunder! You believed Mirandy! Well! Now, looky here, Mr. Hartsook, ef you was to say that my sister lied, I'd lick you till yer hide wouldn't hold shucks. But / say, a-twix you and me and the gate-post, don't you never believe nothing that Mirandy Means says. Her and marm has set theirselves like fools to git you. Hanner! Well, she's a mighty nice gal, but you're welcome to her. I never tuck no shine that air way. But I was out of school last Thursday and Friday a-shucking corn to take to mill a-Satur- day. And when I come past the Squire's and seed you talking to a gal as is a gal, you know" here Bud hesitated and looked foolish " I felt hoppin' mad." Bud put on his coat. I$6 -HE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Ralph put on his coat. Then they shook hands and Bud went out. Ralph sat looking into the fire. There was no conscien tious difficulty now in the way of his claiming Han nah. The dry forestick lying on the rude stone andirons burst into a blaze. The smoldering hope in the heart of Ralph Hartsook did the same. He could have Hannah if he could win her. But there came slowly back the recollection of his lost stand ing in Flat Creek. There was circumstantial evi dence against him. It was evident that Hannah be lieved something of this. What other stories Small might have put in circulation he did not know. Would Small try to win Hannah's love to throw it away again, as he had done with others ? At least he would not spare any pains to turn the heart of the bound girl against Ralph. The bright flame on the forestick, which Ralph had been watching, flickered and burned low. CHAPTER XV. THE CHURCH OF THE BEST LICKS. JUST as the flame on the forestick, which Ralph had watched so intensely, flickered and burned low, and just as Ralph with a heavy but not quite hope less heart rose to leave, the latch lifted and Bud re- entered. " I wanted to say something," he stammered, " but you know it's hard to say it. I ha'n't no book-larn- in to speak of, and some things is hard to say when a man ha'n't got book-words to say 'em with. And they's some things a man can't hardly ever say any how to anybody." Here Bud stopped. But Ralph spoke in such a matter-of-course way in reply that he felt encour aged to go on. " You gin up Hanner kase you thought she be longed to me. That's more'n I'd a done by a long shot. Now, arter I left here jest now, I says to my self, a man what can gin up his gal on account of sech a feeling fer the rights of a Flat Cricker like me, why, dog-on it, says I, sech a man is the man 157 158 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. as can help me do better. 1 don't know whether you're a Hardshell or a Saftshell, or a Methodist, or a Campbellite, or a New Light, or a United Brother, or a Millerite, or what-not. But I says, the man what can do the clean thing by a ugly fel ler like me, and stick to it, when I was jest ready to eat him up, is a kind of a man to tie to." Here Bud stopped in fright at his own volubility, for he had run his words off like a piece learned by heart, as though afraid that if he stopped he would not have courage to go on. Ralph said that he did not belong to any church, and he was afraid he couldn't do Bud much good. But his tone was full of sympathy, and, what is bet ter than sympathy, a yearning for sympathy. " You see," said Bud, " I wanted to git out of this low-lived, Flat Crick way of livin*. We're a hard set down here, Mr. Hartsook. And I'm gittin' to be one of the hardest of 'em. But I never could git no good out of Bosaw with his whisky and mean ness. And I went to the Mount Tabor church con cert. I heard a man discussin' baptism, and regen eration, and so on. That didn't seem no cure for me. I went to a revival over at Clifty. Well, 'twarn't no use. First night they was a man that spoke about Jesus Christ in sech a way that I wanted to toiler him everywhere. But I didn't feel fit Next THE CHURCH OF THE BEST LICKS. 159 night I come back with my mind made up that I'd try Jesus Christ, and see ef he'd have me. But laws! they was a big man that night that preached hell. Not that I don't believe they's a hell. They's plenty not a thousand miles away as deserves it, and I don't know as I'm too good for it myself. But he pitched it at us, and stuck it in our faces in sech a way that I got mad. And I says, Well, ef God sends me to hell he can't make me holler 'nough nohow. You see my dander was up. And when my dander's up, I wouldn't gin up fer the devil his- self. The preacher was so insultin' with his way of doin' it. He seemed to be kind of glad that we was to be damned, and he preached somethin* like some folks swears. It didn't sound a bit like the Christ the little man preached about the night afore. So what does me and a lot of fellers do but slip out and cut off the big preacher's stirrups, and hang 'em on to the rider of the fence, and then set his hoss loose ! And from that day, sometimes I did, and sometimes I didn't, want to be better. And to-day it seemed to me that you must know some- thin' as would help me." Nothing is worse than a religious experience kept ready to be exposed to the gaze of everybody, whether the time is appropriate or not. But never was a religious experience more appropriate than l6o THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. the account which Ralph gave to Bud of his Strug gle in the Dark. The confession of his weakness and wicked selfishness was a great comfort to Bud. " Do you think that Jesus Christ would would well, do you think he'd help a poor, unlarnt Flat Cricker like me ? " " I think he was a sort of a Flat Creeker him self," said Ralph, slowly and very earnestly. "You don't say?" said Bud, almost getting off his seat. " Why, you see the town he lived in was a rough place. It was called Nazareth, which meant ' Bush- town.' " "You don't say?" "And he was called a Nazarene, which was about the same as ' backwoodsman.' " And Ralph read the different passages which he had studied at Sunday-school, illustrating the con descension of Jesus, the stones of the publicans, the harlots, the poor, who came to him. And he read about Nathanael, who lived only six miles away, saying, 'Can any good thing come out of Nazareth ? '" " Jus' what Clifty folks says about Flat Crick," broke in Bud. " Do you think I could begin without being bap tized ? " he added presently. THE CHURCH OF THE BEST LICKS. l6l " Why not ? Let's begin now to do the best we can, by his help." "You mean, then, that I'm to begin now to put in my best licks for Jesus Christ, and that he'll help me ?" This shocked Ralph's veneration a little. But it was the sincere utterance of an earnest soul. It may not have been an orthodox start, but it was the one start for Bud. And there be those who have repeated with the finest aesthetic appreciation the old English liturgies who have never known religious aspiration so sincere as that of this ignorant young Hercules, whose best confession was that he meant hereafter " to put in his best licks for Jesus Christ." And there be those who can define re pentance and faith to the turning of a hair who never made so genuine a start for the kingdom of Heaven as Bud Means did. Ralph said yes, that he thought that was just it. At least, he guessed if there was something more, the man that was putting in his best licks would be sure to find it out. " Do you think he'd help a feller ? Seems to me it would be number one to have God help you. Not to help you fight other folks, but to help you when it comes to fighting the devil inside. But you see I don't belong to no church." ii l62 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. "Well, let's you and me have one right off. Two people that help one another to serve God make a church." I am afraid this ecclesiastical theory will not be considered orthodox. It was Ralph's, and I write it down at the risk of bringing him into condemnation. But other people before the days of Bud and Ralph have discussed church organization when they should have been doing Christian work. For both of them had forgotten the danger that hung over the old basket-maker, until Shocky burst into the school-house, weeping. Indeed, the poor, ner vous little frame was ready to go into convulsions. " Miss Hawkins " Bud started at mention of the name. " Miss Hawkins has just been over to say that a crowd is going to tar and feather Mr. Pearson to night. And " here Shocky wept again. "And he won't run, but he's took up the old flintlock, and says he'll die in his tracks." CHAPTER XVI. THE CHURCH MILITANT. BUD was doubly enlisted on the side of John Pearson, the basket-maker. In the first place, he knew that this persecution of the unpopular old man was only a blind to save somebody else ; that they were thieves who cried, " Stop thief!" And he felt consequently that this was a chance to put his newly-formed resolutions into practice. The Old Testament religious life, which consists in fight ing the Lord's enemies, suited Bud's temper and education. It might lead to something better. It was the best possible to him, now. But I am afraid I shall have to acknowledge that there was a second motive that moved Bud to this champion ship. The good heart of Martha Hawkins having espoused the cause of the basket-maker, the heart of Bud Means could not help feeling warmly on the same side. Blessed is that man in whose life the driving of duty and the drawing of love impel the same way! But why speak of the driving of duty ? For already Bud was learning the better lesson of serving God for the love of God. 164 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. The old basket-maker was the most unpopular man in Flat Creek district. He had two great vices. He would go to Clifty and have a " spree " once in three months. And he would tell the truth in a most unscrupulous manner. A man given to plain speak ing was quite as objectionable in Flat Creek as he would have been in France under the Empire, the Commune, or the Republic, and almost as objec tionable as he would be in any refined community in America. People who live in glass houses have a horror of people who throw stones. And the old basket-maker, having no friends, was a good scape goat. In driving him off, Pete Jones would get rid of a dangerous neighbor and divert attention from himself. The immediate crime of the basket-maker was that he had happened to see too much. " Mr. Hartsook," said Bud, when they got out into the road, "you'd better go straight home to the Squire's. Bekase ef this lightnin' strikes a second time it'll strike awful closte to you. You hadn't better be seen with us. Which way did you come, Shocky?" " Why, I tried to come down the holler, but I met Jones right by the big road, and he sweared at me and said he'd kill me ef I didn't go back and stay. And so I went back to the house and then slipped out through the graveyard. You see I was THE CHURCH MILITANT. 165 bound to come ef I got skinned. For Mr. Pearson's stuck to me and I mean to stick to him, you see." Bud led Shocky through the graveyard. But when they reached the forest path from the grave yard he thought that perhaps it was not best to " show his hand," as he expressed it, too soon. " Now, Shocky," he said, " do you run ahead and tell the ole man that I want to see him right off down by the Spring-in-rock. I'll keep closte behind you, and ef anybody offers to trouble you, do you let off a yell and I'll be thar in no time." When Ralph left the school-house he felt mean. There were Bud and Shocky gone on an errand of mercy, and he, the truant member of the Church of the Best Licks, was not with them. The more he thought of it the more he seemed to be a coward, and the more he despised himself; so, yielding as usual to the first brave impulse, he leaped nimbly over the fence and started briskly through the for est in a direction intersecting the path on which were Bud and Shocky. He came in sight just in time to see the first conflict of the Church in the Wilderness with her foes. For Shocky 's little feet went more swiftly on their eager errand than Bud had anticipated. He got farther out of Bud's reach than the latter in tended he should, and he did not discover Pete l66 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Jones until Pete, with his hog-drover's whip, was right upon him. Shocky tried to halloo for Bud, but he was like one in a nightmare. The yell died into a whisper which could not have been heard ten feet. I shall not repeat Mr. Jones's words. They were frightfully profane. But he did not stop at words. He swept his whip round and gave little Shocky one terrible cut. Then the voice was released, and the piercing cry of pain brought Bud down the path flying. "You good-for-nothing scoundrel," growled Bud, " you're a coward and a thief to be a-beatin' a little creetur like him ! " and with that Bud walked up on Jones, who prudently changed position in such a way as to get the upper side of the hill. " Well, I'll gin you the upper side, but come on," cried Bud, " ef you a'n't afeared to fight somebody besides a poor little sickly baby or a crippled sol dier. Come on ! " Pete was no insignificant antagonist. He had been a great fighter, and his well-seasoned arms were like iron. He had not the splendid set of Bud, but he had more skill and experience in the rude tournament of fists to which the backwoods is so much given. Now, being out of sight of witnesses and sure that he could lie about the fight afterward, BUD MEANS COMES TO THE RESCUE OF SHOCKY. THE CHURCH MILITANT. l6/ he did not scruple to take advantages which would have disgraced him forever if he had taken them in a public fight on election day or at a muster. He took the uphill side, and he clubbed his whip-stalk, striking Bud with all his force with the heavy end, which, coward-like, he had loaded with lead. Bud threw up his strong left arm and parried the blow, which, however, was so fierce that it fractured one of the bones of the arm. Throwing away his whip Pete rushed upon Bud furiously, intending to overpower him, but Bud slipped quickly to one side and let Jones pass down the hill, and as Jones came up again Means dealt him one crushing blow that sent him full length upon the ground. Nothing but the leaves saved him from a most terrible fall. Jones sprang to his feet more angry than ever at being whipped by one whom he regarded as a boy, and drew a long dirk-knife. But he was blind with rage, and Bud dodged the knife, and this time gave Pete a blow on the nose which marred the homeliness of that feature and doubled the fellow up against a tree ten feet away. Ralph came in sight in time to see the beginning of the fight, and he arrived on the ground just as Pete Jones went down under the well-dealt blow from the only remaining fist of Bud Means. While Ralph examined Bud's disabled left arm l68 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Pete picked himself up slowly, and, muttering that he felt "consid'able shuck up like," crawled away like a whipped puppy. To every one whom he met, Pete, whose intellect seemed to have weakened in sympathy with his frame, remarked feebly that he was consid'able shuck up like, and vouchsafed no other explanation. Even to his wife he only said that he felt purty consid'able shuck up like, and that the boys would have to get on to-night without him. There are some scoundrels whose very malig nity is shaken out of them for the time being by a thorough drubbing. " I'm afraid you're going to have trouble with your arm, Bud," said Ralph tenderly. " Never mind ; I put in my best licks fer Him, that air time, Mr. Hartsook," Ralph shivered a little at thought of this, but if it was right to knock Jones down at all, why might not Bud do it " heart ily as unto the Lord ? " Gideon did not feel any more honest pleasure in chastising the Midianites than did Bud in sending Fete Jones away purty consid'able shuck up like. CHAPTER XVII. A COUNCIL OF WAR. SHOCKY, whose feet had flown as soon as he saw the final fall of Pete Jones, told the whole story to the wondering and admiring ears of Miss Hawkins, who unhappily could not remember anything at the East just like it ; to the frightened ears of the rheu matic old lady who felt sure her ole man's talk and stubbornness would be the ruin of him, and to the indignant ears of the old soldier who was hobbling up and down, sentinel-wise, in front of his cabin, standing guard over himself. " No, I won't leave," he said to Ralph and Bud. " You see I jest won't. What would Gin'ral Win- field Scott say ef he knew that one of them as fit at Lundy's Lane backed out, retreated, run fer fear of a passel of thieves? No, sir; me and the ole 1 flintlock will live and die together. I'll put a thun- derin* charge of buckshot into the first one of them scoundrels as comes up the holler. It'll be another Lundy's Lane. And you, Mr. Hartsook, may send Scott word that ole Pearson, as fit at Lundy's Lane 169 I/O THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. under him, died a-fightin' thieves on Rocky Branch, in Hoopole Kyounty, State of Injeanny." And the old man hobbled faster and faster, taxing his wooden leg to the very utmost, as if his victory depended on the vehemence with which he walked his beat. Mrs. Pearson sat wringing her hands and looking appealingly at MaYtha Hawkins, who stood in the door, in despair, looking appealingly at Bud. Bud was stupefied by the old man's stubbornness and his own pain, and in his turn appealed mutely to the master, in whose resources he had boundless confi dence. Ralph, seeing that all depended on him, was taxing his wits to think of some way to get round Pearson's stubbornness. Shocky hung to the old man's coat and pulled away at him with many entreating words, but the venerable, bare- headed sentinel strode up and down furiously, with his flintlock on his shoulder and his basket-knife in his belt. Just at this point somebody could be seen indis tinctly through the bushes coming up the hollow. " Halt ! " cried the old hero. " Who goes there ? " " It's me, Mr. Pearson. Don't shoot me, please." It was the voice of Hannah Thomson. Hearing that the whole neighborhood was rising against the benefactor of Shocky and of her family, she had A COUNCIL OF WAR. I/I slipped away from the eyes of her mistress, and run with breathless haste to give warning in the cabin on Rocky Branch. Seeing Ralph, she blushed, and went into the cabin. " Well," said Ralph, " the enemy is not coming yet. Let us hold a council of war." This thought came to Ralph like an inspiration. It pleased the old man's whim, and he sat down on the door-step. " Now, I suppose," said Ralph, " that General Winfield Scott always looked into things a little be fore he went into a fight. Didn't he ? " " To be sure," assented the old man. " Well," said Ralph. " What is the condition of the enemy ? I suppose the whole neighborhood's against us." " To be sure," said the old man. The rest were silent, but all felt the statement to be about true. " Next," said Ralph, " I suppose General Winfield Scott would always inquire into the condition of his own troops. Now let us see. Captain Pearson has Bud, who is the right wing, badly crippled by hav ing his arm broken in the first battle." (Miss Haw kins looked pale.) " To be sure," said the old man. "And I am the left wing, pretty good at giving advice, but very slender in a fight-" 1 72 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. "To be sure," said the old man. "And Shocky and Miss Martha and Hannah good aids, but nothing in a battle." " To be sure," said the basket-maker, a little doubt fully. " Now let's look at the arms and accouterments, I think you call them. Well, this old musket has been loaded " " This ten year," said the old lady. "And the lock is so rusty that you could not cock it when you wanted to take aim at Hannah." The old man looked foolish, and muttered " To be sure." "And there isn't another round of ammunition in the house." The old man was silent. " Now let us look at the incumbrances. Here's the old lady and Shocky. If you fight, the enemy will be pleased. It will give them a chance to kill you. And then the old lady will die and they will do with Shocky as they please." " To be sure," said the old man reflectively. " Now," said Ralph, " General Winfield Scott, un der such circumstances, would retreat in good order. Then, when he could muster his forces rightly, he would drive the enemy from his ground." " To be sure," said the old man. " What ort I to do?" A COUNCIL OF WAR. 173 " Have you any friends ? " " Well, yes ; ther's my brother over in Jackson Kyounty. I mout go there." " Well," said Bud, " do you just go down to Spring- in-rock and stay there. Them folks won't be here tell midnight. I'll come fer you at nine with my roan colt, and I'll set you down over on the big road on Buckeye Run. Then you can git on the mail- wagon that passes there about five o'clock in the mornin', and go over to Jackson County and keep shady till we want you to face the enemy and to swear agin some folks. And then we'll send fer you." " To be sure," said the old man in a broken voice. " I reckon General Winfield Scott wouldn't disap prove of such a maneuver as that thar." Miss Martha beamed on Bud to his evident de light, for he carried his painful arm part of the way home with her. Ralph noticed that Hannah looked at him with a look full of contending emotions. He read admiration, gratitude, and doubt in the expression of her face, as she turned toward home. " Well, good-by, ole woman," said Pearson, as he took up his little handkerchief full of things and started for his hiding-place; "good-by. I didn't never think I'd desart you, and ef the old flintlock hadn't a been rusty,, I'd a staid and died right here 1/4 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. by the ole cabin. But I reckon 'ta'n't best to be brash." 1 And Shocky looked after him, as he hob bled away over the stones, more than ever convinced that God had forgotten all about things on Flat Creek. He gravely expressed his opinion to the master the next day. 1 The elaborate etymological treatment of this word in its various forms in our best dictionary is a fine illustration of the fact that some thing more than scholarship is needed for penetrating the mysteries of current folk-speech. Brash often bresh in the sense of refuse boughs of trees, is only another form of brush; the two are used as one word by the people. Brash in the sense of brittle has no conscious connection with the noun in popular usage, but it is ac counted by the people the same word as brash in the sense of rash or impetuous. The suggestion in the Century Dictionary that the words spelled brash are of modern formation violates the soundest canon of antiquarian research , which is that a word phrase or custom widely diffused among plain or rustic people is of necessity of ancient origin. Now brash, the adjective, exists in both senses in two or three of the most widely separated dialects of the United States, and hence must have come from England. Indeed, it appears in Wright's Dictionary of Provincial English in precisely the sense it has la the text. CHAPTER XVIII. ODDS AND ENDS. THE Spring-in-rock, or, as it was sometimes, by a curious perversion, called, the " rock-in-spring," was a spring running out of a cave-like fissure in a high limestone cliff. Here the old man sheltered himself on that dreary Christmas evening, until Bud brought his roan colt to the top of the cliff above, and he and Ralph helped the old man up the cliff and into the saddle. Ralph went back to bed, but Bud, who was only too eager to put in his best licks, walked by the side of old John Pearson the six miles over to Buckeye Run, and at last, after eleven o'clock, he deposited him in a hollow sycamore by the road, there to wait the coming of the mail-wagon that would carry him into Jackson County. "Good-by," said the basket-maker, as Bud mounted the colt to return. " Ef I'm wanted jest send me word, and I'll make a forrard movement any time. I don't like this 'ere thing of running off in the night-time. But I reckon General Winfield Scott would a ordered a retreat ef he'd a been m THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. my shoes. I'm lots obleeged to you. Akordin' to my tell, we're all of us selfish in everything ; but I'll be dog-on'd ef I don't believe you and one or two more is exceptions." Whether it was that the fact that Pete Jones had got consid'able shuck up demoralized his followers, or whether it was that the old man's flight was sus pected, the mob did not turn out in very great force, and the tarring was postponed indefinitely, for by the time they came together it became known some how that the man with a wooden leg had outrun them all. But the escape of one devoted victim did not mollify the feelings of the people toward the next one. By the time Bud returned his arm was very pain ful, and the next day he went under Dr. Small's treatment to reduce the fracture. Whatever sus picions Bud might have of Pete Jones, he was not afflicted with Ralph's dread of the silent young doctor. And if there was anything Small admired it was physical strength and courage. Small wanted Bud on his side, and least of all did he want him to be Ralph's champion. So that the silent, cool, and skillful doctor went to work to make an impression on Bud Means. Other influences were at work upon him also. Mrs. Means volleyed and thundered in her usual ODDS AND ENDS. 177 style about his " takin' up with a one-legged thief, and runnin' arter that master that was a mighty suspicious kind of a customer, akordin' to her tell. She'd allers said so. Ef she'd a been consulted he wouldn't a been hired. He warn't fit company fer nobody." And old Jack Means 'lowed Bud must want to have their barns burnt like some other folkses had been. Fer his part, he had sense enough to know they was some people as it wouldn't do to set a body's self agin. And as fer him, he didn't butt his brains out agin a buckeye-tree. Not when he was sober. And so they managed, during Bud's con finement to the house, to keep him well supplied with all the ordinary discomforts of life. But one visit from Martha Hawkins, ten words of kindly inquiry from her, and the remark that his broken arm reminded her of something she had seen at the East and something somebody said the time she was to Bosting, were enough to repay the champion a thousand fold for all that he suffered. Indeed, that visit, and the recollection of Ralph's saying that Jesus Christ was a sort of a Flat Creeker himself, were manna in the wilderness to Bud. Poor Shocky was sick. The excitement had been too much for him, and though his fever was very slight it was enough to produce just a little delir- 12 178 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. ium. Either Ralph or Miss Martha was generally at the cabin. " They're coming," said Shocky to Ralph," they're coming. Pete Jones is a-going to bind me out for a hundred years. I wish Hanner would hold me so's he couldn't. God's forgot all about us here in Flat Creek, and there's nobody to help it." And he shivered at every sudden sound. He was never free from this delirious fright except when the master held him tight in his arms. He staggered around the floor, the very shadow of Shocky, and was so terrified by the approach of darkness that Ralph staid in the cabin on Wednes day night and Miss Hawkins staid on Thursday night. On Friday, Bud sent a note to Ralph, asking him to come and see him. " You see, Mr. Hartsook, I ha'n't forgot what we said about puttin' in our best licks for Jesus Christ. I've been a-trying to read some about him while I set here. And I read where he said something about doing fer the least of his brethren being all the same like as if it was done fer Jesus Christ his- self. Now there's Shocky. I reckon, p'r'aps, ef anybody is a little brother of Jesus Christ, it is that Shocky. Pete Jones and his brother Bill is detar- mined to have him back there to-morry. Bekase, you see, Pete's one of the County Commissioners, ODDS AND ENDS. and to-morry's the day that they bind out. He wants to bind out that boy jes' to spite ole Pearson and you and me. You see, the ole woman's been helped by the neighbors, and he'll claim Shocky to be a pauper, and they a'n't no human soul here as dares to do a thing contrary to Pete. Couldn't you git him over to Lewisburg ? I'll lend you my roan colt." Ralph thought a minute. He dared not take Shocky to the uncle's where he found his only home. But there was Miss Nancy Sawyer, the old maid who was everybody's blessing. He could ask her to keep him. And, at any rate, he would save Shocky somehow. As he went out in the dusk, he met Hannah in the lane. CHAPTER XIX. FACE TO FACE. IN the lane, in the dark, under the shadow of the barn, Ralph met Hannah carrying her bucket of milk (they have no pails in Indiana). 1 He could see only the white foam on the milk, and Hannah's white face. Perhaps it was well that he could not see how white Hannah's face was at that moment when a sudden trembling made her set down the heavy bucket. At first neither spoke. The recol lection of all the joy of that walk together in the night came upon them both. And a great sense of loss made the night seem supernaturally dark to Ralph. Nor was it any lighter in the hopeless heart of the bound girl. The presence of Ralph did not now, as before, make the darkness of her life light. " Hannah " said Ralph presently, and stopped. 1 The total absence of the word pail not only from the dialect, but even from cultivated speech in the Southern and Border States until very recently, is a fact I leave to be explained on further investiga tion. The word is an old one and a good one, but I fancy that its use in England could not have been generally diffused in the seven teenth century. So a Hoosier or a Kentuckian never pared an apple, but peeled it. Much light might be thrown on the origin and history of our dialects by investigating their deficiencies. 180 PACE TO FACE. l8l For he could not finish the sentence. With a rush there came upon him a consciousness of the suspi cions that filled Hannah's mind. And with it there came a feeling of guilt. He saw himself from her stand-point, and felt a remorse almost as keen as it could have been had he been a criminal. And this sudden and morbid sense of his guilt as it appeared to Hannah paralyzed him. But when Hannah lifted her bucket with her hand, and the world with her heavy heart, and essayed to pass him, Ralph rallied and said : " You don't believe all these lies that are told about me." "I don't believe anything, Mr. Hartsook; that is, I don't want to believe anything against you. And I wouldn't mind anything they say if it wasn't for two things " here she stammered and looked down. " If it wasn't for what ? " said Ralph with a spice of indignant denial in his voice. Hannah hesitated, but Ralph pressed the ques tion with eagerness. " I saw you cross that blue-grass pasture the night the night that you walked home with me." She would have said the night of the robbery, but her heart smote her, and she adopted the more kindly form of the sentence. 1 82 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Ralph would have explained, but how ? " I did cross the pasture," he began, "but " Just here it occurred to Ralph that there was no reason for his night excursion across the pasture. Hannah again took up her bucket, but he said: " Tell me what else you have against me." " I haven't anything against you. Only T am poor and friendless, and you oughtn't to mak^ my life any heavier. They say that you have paid at tention to a great many girls. I don't know why you should want to trifle with me." Ralph answered her this time. He spoke low. He spoke as though he were speaking to God. " If any man says that I ever trifled with any woman, he lies. I have never loved but one, and you know who that is. And God knows." " I don't know what to say, Mr. Hartsook." Hannah's voice was broken. These solemn words of love were like a river in the desert, and she was like a wanderer dying of thirst. " I don't know, Mr. Hartsook. If I was alone, it wouldn't matter. But I've got my blind mother and my poor Shocky to look after. And I don't want to make mistakes. And the world is so full of lies I don't know what to believe. Somehow I can't help believing what you say. You seem to speak so true. But " " But what ? " said Ralph. FACE TO FACE. 183 " But you know how I saw you just as kind to Martha Hawkins on Sunday as as " " Han ner! " It was the melodious voice of the angry Mrs. Means, and Hannah lifted her pail and disappeared. Standing in the shadow of his own despair, Ralph felt how dark a night could be when it had no prom ise of morning. And Dr. Small, who had been stabling his horse just inside the barn, came out and moved quietly into the house just as though he had not listened intently to every word of the conversation. As Ralph walked away he tried to comfort him self by calling to his aid the bulldog in his charac ter. But somehow it did not do him any good. For what is a bulldog but a stoic philosopher ? Stoi cism has its value, but Ralph had come to a place where stoicism was of no account. The memory of the Helper, of his sorrow, his brave and victorious endurance, came when stoicism failed. Happiness might go out of life, but in the light of Christ's life happiness seemed but a small element anyhow. The love of woman might be denied him, but there still remained what was infinitely more precious and holy, the love of God. There still remained the possibility of heroic living. Working, suffering, and enduring still remained. And he who can work 1 84 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. for God and endure for God, surely has yet the best of life left. And, like the knights who could find the Holy Grail only in losing themselves, Hartsook, in throwing his happiness out of the count, found the purest happiness, a sense of the victory of the soul over the tribulations of life. The man who knows this victory scarcely needs the encourage ment of the hope of future happiness. There is a real heaven in bravely lifting the load of one's own sorrow and work. And it was a good thing for Ralph that the dan ger hanging over Shocky made immediate action necessary. CHAPTER XX. GOD REMEMBERS SHOCKY. AT four o'clock the next morning, in the midst of a driving snow, Ralph went timidly up the lane toward the homely castle of the Meanses. He went timidly, for he was afraid of Bull. But he found Bud waiting for him, with the roan colt bri dled and saddled. The roan colt was really a large three-year-old, full of the finest sort of animal life, and having, as Bud declared, " a mighty sight of hoss sense fer his age." He seemed to understand at once that there was something extraordinary on hand when he was brought out of his comfortable quarters at four in the morning in the midst of a snow-storm. Bud was sure that the roan colt felt his responsibility. In the days that followed, Ralph often had occa sion to remember this interview with Bud, who had risked much in bringing his fractured arm out into the cold, damp air. Jonathan never clave to David more earnestly than did Bud this December '*"'ttn- ing to Ralph. 1 86 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " You see, Mr. Hartsook," said Bud, " I wish I was well myself. It's hard to set still. But it's a-doing me a heap of good. I'm like a boy at school. And I'm a-findin' out that doing one's best licks fer others ain't all they is of it, though it's a good part. I feel like as if I must git Him, you know, to do lots for me. They's always some sums too hard fer a feller, and he has to ax the master to do 'em, you know. But see, the roan's a-stomping round. He wants to be off. Do you know I think that hoss knows something's up ? I think he puts in his best licks fer me a good deal better than I do fer Him." Ralph pressed Bud's right hand. Bud rubbed his face against the colt's nose and said : " Put in your best licks, old fellow." And the colt whinnied. How a horse must want to speak! For Bud was right. Men are gods to horses, and they serve their deities with a faithfulness that shames us. Then Ralph sprang into the saddle, and the roan, as if wishing to show Bud his willingness, broke into a swinging gallop, and was soon lost to the sight of his master in the darkness and the snow. When Bud could no more hear the sound of the roan's footsteps he returned to the house, to lie awake picturing to himself the journey of Ralph with Shocky and the roan colt. It was a great comfort to Bud that the roan, which was almost a part of GOD REMEMBERS SHOCKY. 187 himself, represented him in this ride. And he knew the roan well enough to feel sure that he would do credit to his master. " He'll put in his best licks," Bud whispered to himself many a time before day break. The ground was but little frozen, and the snow made the roads more slippery than ever. But the rough-shod roan handled his feet dexterously and with a playful and somewhat self-righteous air, as though he said : " Didn't I do it handsomely that time?" Down slippery hills, through deep mud- holes covered with a slender film of ice he trod with perfect assurance. And then up over the rough stones of Rocky Hollow, where there was no road at all, he picked his way through the darkness and snow. Ralph could not tell where he was at last, but gave the reins to the roan, who did his duty bravely, and not without a little flourish, to show that he had yet plenty of spare power. A feeble candle-ray, making the dense snow-fall visible, marked for Ralph the site of the basket- maker's cabin. Miss Martha had been admitted to the secret, and had joined in the conspiracy heartily, without being able to recall nnything of the kind having occurred at the East, and not re membering having seen or heard of anything of the sort the time she was to Bosting. She had Shocky 1 88 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. all ready, having used some of her own capes and shawls to make him warm. Miss Martha came out to meet Ralph when she heard the feet of the roan before the door. " O Mr. Hartsook! is that you ? What a storm ! This is jest the way it snows at the East. Shocky's all ready. He didn't know a thing about it tell I waked him this morning. Ever since that he's been saying that God hasn't forgot, after all. It's made me cry more'n once." And Shocky kissed Mrs. Pearson, and told her that when he got away from Flat Creek he'd tell God all about it, and God would bring Mr. Pearson back again. And then Martha Hawkins lifted the frail little form, bundled in shawls, in her arms, and brought him out into the storm; and before she handed him up he embraced her, and said: " O Miss Hawkins! God ha'n't for got me, after all. Tell Hanner that He ha'n't for got. I'm going to ask him to git her away from Means's and mother out of the poor-house. I'll ask him just as soon as I get to Lewisburg." Ralph lifted the trembling form into his arms, and the little fellow only looked up in the face of the master and said : " You see, Mr. Hartsook, I thought God had forgot. But he ha'n't." And the words of the little boy comforted the master also. God had not forgotten him, either ! GOD REMEMBERS SHOCKY. 189 From the moment that Ralph took Shocky into his arms, the conduct of the roan colt underwent an entire revolution. Before that he had gone over a bad place with a rush, as though he were ambi tious of distinguishing himself by his brilliant exe cution. Now he trod none the less surely, but he trod tenderly. The neck was no longer arched. He set himself to his work as steadily as though he were twenty years old. For miles he traveled on in a long, swinging walk, putting his feet down carefully and firmly. And Ralph found the spirit of the colt entering into himself. He cut the snow storm with his face, and felt a sense of triumph over all his difficulties. The bulldog's jaws had been his teacher, and now the steady, strong, and con scientious legs of the roan inspired him. Shocky had not spoken. He lay listening to the pattering music of the horse's feet, doubtless fram ing the footsteps of the roan colt into an anthem of praise to the God who had not forgot. But as the dawn came on, making the snow whiter, he raised himself and said half-aloud, as he watched the flakes chasing one another in whirling eddies, that the snow seemed to be having a good time of it. Then he leaned down again on the master's bosom, full of a still joy, and only roused himself from his happy reverie to ask what that big, ugly-looking house was. 190 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " See, Mr. Hartsook, how big it is, and how little and ugly the windows is ! And the boards is peel ing off all over it, and the hogs is right in the front yard. It don't look just like a house. It looks dreadful. What is it ? " Ralph had dreaded this question. He did not answer it, but asked Shocky to change his position a little, and then he quickened the pace of the horse. But Shocky was a poet, and a poet understands silence more quickly than he does speech. The little fellow shivered as the truth came to him. " Is that the poor-house ? " he said, catching his breath. " Is my mother in that place ? Wont you take me in there, so as I can just kiss her once ? 'Cause she can't see much, you know. And one kiss from me will make her feel so good. And I'll tell her that God ha'n't forgot." He had raised up and caught hold of Ralph's coat. Ralph had great difficulty in quieting him. He told him that if he went in there Bill Jones might claim that he was a runaway and belonged there. And poor Shocky only shivered and said he was cold. A minute later, Ralph found that he was shaking with a chill, and a horrible dread came over him. What if Shocky should die? It was only a minute's work to get down, take the warm horse-blanket from under the saddle, and wrap it GOD REMEMBERS SHOCKY. igi about the boy, then to strip off his own overcoat and add that to it. It was now daylight, and find ing, after he had mounted, that Shocky continued to shiver, he put the roan to his best speed for the rest of the way, trotting up and down the slippery hills, and galloping away on the level ground. How bravely the roan laid himself to his work, making the fence-corners fly past in a long procession! But poor little Shocky was too cold to notice them, and Ralph shuddered lest Shocky should never be warm again, and spoke to the roan, and the roan stretched out his head, and dropped one ear back to hear the first word of command, and stretched the other forward to listen for danger, and then flew with a splendid speed down the road, past the patches of blackberry briars, past the elderberry bushes, past the familiar red-haw tree in the fence- corner, over the bridge without regard to the threat of a five-dollar fine, and at last up the long lane into the village, where the smoke from the chimneys was caught and whirled round with the snow. CHAPTER XXI. MISS NANCY SAWYER. IN a little old cottage in Lewisburg, on one of the streets which was never traveled except by a solitary cow seeking pasture or a countryman bringing wood to some one of the half-dozen fami lies living in it, and which in summer was decked with a profusion of the yellow and white blossoms of the dog-fennel in this unfrequented street, so generously and unnecessarily broad, lived Miss Nancy Sawyer and her younger sister Semantha. Miss Nancy was a providence, one of those old maids that are benedictions to the whole town; one of those in whom the mother-love, wanting the natural objects on which to spend itself, over flows all bounds and lavishes itself on every needy thing, and grows richer and more abundant with the spending, a fountain of inexhaustible blessing. There is no nobler life possible to any one than to an unmarried woman. The more shame that some choose a selfish one, and thus turn to gall all the affection with which they are endowed. Miss 192 MISS NANCY SAWYER. IQ3 Nancy Sawyer had been Ralph's Sunday-school teacher, and it was precious little, so far as infor mation went, that he learned from her ; for she never could conceive of Jerusalem as a place in any essential regard very different from Lewisburg, where she had spent her life. But Ralph learned from her what most Sunday-school teachers fail to teach, the great lesson of Christianity, by the side of which all antiquities and geographies and chro nologies and exegetics and other niceties are as nothing. And now he turned the head of the rvsan toward the cottage of Miss Nancy Sawyer as naturally as the roan would have gone to his own stall i the stable at home. The snow had gradually ceased to fall, and was eddying round the house, when Ralph dismounted from his foaming horse, and, carrying the still form of Shocky as reverently as though it had been something heavenly, knocked at Miss Nancy Sawyer's door. With natural feminine instinct that lady started back when she saw Hartsook, for she had just built a fire in the stove, arid she now stood at the door with unwashed face and uncombed hair. " Why, Ralph Hartsook, where did you drop down from and what have you got ? " " I came from Flat Creek this morning, and I 194 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. brought you a little angel who has got out of heaven, and needs some of your motherly care." Shocky was brought in. The chill shook him now by fits only, for a fever had spotted his cheeks already. " Who are you ? " said Miss Nancy, as she un wrapped him. " I'm Shocky, a little boy as God forgot, and then thought of again." CHAPTER XXII. PANCAKES. HALF an hour later, Ralph, having seen Miss Nancy Sawyer's machinery of warm baths and simple remedies safely in operation, and having seen the roan colt comfortably stabled, and re warded for his faithfulness by a bountiful supply of the best hay and the promise of oats when he was cool half an hour later Ralph was doing the most ample, satisfactory, and amazing justice to his Aunt Matilda's hot buckwheat-cakes and warm coffee. And after his life in Flat Creek, Aunt Ma tilda's house did look like paradise. How white the table-cloth, how bright the coffee-pot, how clean the wood-work, how glistening the brass door-knobs, how spotless everything that came under the sov ereign sway of Mrs. Matilda White ! For in every Indiana village as large as Lewisburg, there are generally a half-dozen women who are admitted to be the best housekeepers. All others are only imi tators. And the strife is between these for the pre eminence. It is at least safe to say that no other in Lewisburg stood so high as an enemy to 4BK 196 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. dirt, and as a " rat, roach, and mouse extermina tor," as did Mrs. Matilda White, the wife of Ralph's maternal uncle, Robert White, Esq., a lawyer in successful practice. Of course no member of Mrs. White's family ever stayed at home longer than was necessary. Her husband found his office which he kept in as bad a state as possible in order to maintain an equilibrium in his life much more comfortable than the stiffly clean house at home. From the time that Ralph had come to live as a chore-boy at his uncle's, he had ever crossed the threshold of Aunt Matilda's temple of cleanliness with a horrible sense of awe. And Walter John son, her son by a former marriage, had poor, weak willed fellow ! been driven into bad company and bad habits by the wretchedness of extreme civiliza tion. And yet he showed the hereditary trait, for all the genius which Mrs. White consecrated to the glorious work of making her house too neat to be habitable, her son Walter gave to tying exquisite knots in his colored cravats and combing his oiled locks so as to look like a dandy barber. And she had no other children. The kind Providence that watches over the destiny of children takes care that very few of them are lodged in these terribly clean houses. But Walter was not at the table, and Ralph had PANCAKES. 197 so much anxiety lest his absence should be sig nificant of evil, that he did not venture to inquire after him as he sat there between Mr. and Mrs. White disposing of Aunt Matilda's cakes with an appetite only justified by his long morning's ride and the excellence of the brown cakes, the golden honey, and the coffee, enriched, as Aunt Matilda's always was, with the most generous cream. Aunt Matilda was so absorbed in telling of the doings of the Dorcas Society that she entirely forgot to be surprised at the early hour of Ralph's arrival. When she had described the number of the gar ments finished to be sent to the Five Points Mis sion, or the Home for the Friendless, or the South Sea Islands, I forget which, Ralph thought he saw his chance, while Aunt Matilda was in a benevo lent mood, to broach a plan he had been revolving for some time. But when he looked at Aunt Ma tilda's immaculate horribly immaculate house keeping, his heart failed him, and he would have said nothing had she not inadvertently opened the door herself. "How did you get here so early, Ralph?" and Aunt Matilda's face was shadowed with a coming rebuke. " By early rising," said Ralph. But, seeing the gathering frown on his aunt's brow, he hastened to 198 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. tell the story of Shocky as well as he could. Mrs. White did not give way to any impulse toward sympathy until she learned that Shocky was safely housed with Miss Nancy Sawyer. "Yes, Sister Sawyer has no family cares," she said by way of smoothing her slightly ruffled com placency, " she has no family cares, and she can do those things. Sometimes I think she lets people impose on her and keep her away from the means of grace, and I spoke to our new preacher about it the last time he was here, and asked him to speak to Sister Sawyer about staying away from the ordi nances to wait on everybody, but he is a queer man, and he only said that he supposed Sister Sawyer neglected the inferior ordinances that she might attend to higher ones. But I don't see any sense in a minister of the gospel calling prayer- meeting a lower ordinance than feeding catnip-tea to Mrs. Brown's last baby. But hasn't this little boy Shocking, or what do you call him? got any mother ? " " Yes," said Ralph, " and that was just what I was going to say." And he proceeded to tell how anx ious Shocky was to see his half-blind mother, and actually ventured to wind up his remarks by sug gesting that Shocky 's mother be invited to stay over Sunday in Aunt Matilda's house. PANCAKES. 199 " Bless my stars ! " said that astounded saint, " fetch a pauper here ? What crazy notions you have got ! Fetch her here out of the poor-house ? Why, she wouldn't be fit to sleep in my " here Aunt Matilda choked. The bare thought of hav ing a pauper in her billowy beds, whose snowy whiteness was frightful to any ordinary mortal, the bare thought of the contagion of the poor-house taking possession of one of her beds, smothered her. "And then you know sore eyes are very catching." Ralph boiled a little. "Aunt Matilda, do you think Dorcas was afraid of sore eyes ? " It was a center shot, and the lawyer-uncle, lawyerlike, enjoyed a good hit. And he enjoyed a good hit at his wife best of all, for he never ven tured on one himself. But Aunt Matilda felt that a direct reply was impossible. She was not a law yer but a woman, and so dodged the question by making a counter-charge. " It seems to me, Ralph, that you have picked up some very low associates. And you go around at night, I am told. You get over here by daylight, and I hear that you have made common cause with a lame soldier who acts as a spy for thieves, and that your running about of night is likely to get you into trouble." 200 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Ralph was hit this time. " I suppose," he said, "that you've been listening to some of Henry Small's lies." " Why, Ralph, how you talk ! The worst sign of all is that you abuse such a young man as Dr. Small, the most exemplary Christian young man in the county. And he is a great friend of yours, for when he was here last week he did not say a word against you, but looked so sorry when your being in trouble was mentioned. Didn't he, Mr. White ? " Mr. White, as in duty bound, said yes, but he said yes in a cool, lawyerlike way, which showed that he did not take quite so much stock in Dr. Small as his wife did. This was a comfort to Ralph, who sat picturing to himself the silent flat tery which Dr. Small's eyes paid to his Aunt Ma tilda, and the quiet expression of pain that would flit across his face when Ralph's name was men tioned. And never until that moment had Hartsook understood how masterful Small's artifices were. He had managed to elevate himself in Mrs. White's estimation and to destroy Ralph at the same time, and had managed to do both by a contraction of the eyebrows! But the silence was growing painful and Ralph thought to break it and turn the current of talk from himself by asking after Mrs. White's son. PANCAKES. 201 " Where is Walter ? " " Oh ! Walter's doing well. He went down to Clifty three weeks ago to study medicine with Henry Small. He seems so fond of the doctor, and the doctor is such an excellent man, you know, and I have strong hopes that Wallie will be led to see the error of his ways by his association with Henry. I suppose he would have gone to see you but for the unfavorable reports that he heard. I hope, Ralph, you too will make the friendship of Dr. Small. And for the sake of your poor, dead moth er" here Aunt Matilda endeavored to show some emotion " for the sake of your poor, dead mother " But Ralph heard no more. The buckwheat-cakes had lost their flavor. He remembered that the colt had not yet had his oats, and so, in the very midst of Aunt Matilda's affecting allusion to his mother, like a stiff-necked reprobate that he was, Ralph Hartsook rose abruptly from the table, put on his hat, and went out toward the stable. "I declare," said Mrs. White, descending suddenly from her high moral stand-point, " I declare that boy has stepped right on the threshold of the back door," and she stuffed her white handkerchief into her pocket, and took down the floor-cloth to wipe off the imperceptible blemish left by Ralph's boot- 2O2 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. heels. And Mr. White followed his nephew to the stable to request that he would be a little careful what he did about anybody in the poor-house, as any trouble with the Joneses might defeat Mr. White's nomination to the judgeship of the Court of Common Pleas. CHAPTER XXIII. A CHARITABLE INSTITUTION. WHEN Ralph got back to Miss Nancy Sawyer's, Shocky was sitting up in bed talking to Miss Nancy and Miss Semantha. His cheeks were a little flushed with fever and the excitement of telling his story; theirs were wet with tears. " Ralph," whispered Miss Nancy, as she drew him into the kitchen, " I want you to get a buggy or a sleigh, and go right over to the poor-house and fetch that boy's mother over here. It'll do me more good than any sermon I ever heard to see that boy in his mother's arms to morrow. We can keep the old lady over Sunday." Ralph was delighted, so delighted that he came hear kissing good Miss Nancy Sawyer, whose plain face was glorified by her generosity. But he did not go to the poor-house immediately. He waited until he saw Bill Jones, the Superinten dent of the Poor-House, and Pete Jones, the County Commissioner, who was still somewhat shuck up, ride up to the court-house. Then he drove out of the village, and presently hitched his horse to the poor-house fence, and took a survey of the outside. 103 204 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Forty hogs, nearly ready for slaughter, wallowed in a pen in front of the forlorn and dilapidated house; for though the commissioners allowed a claim for repairs at every meeting, the repairs were never made, and it would not do to scrutinize Mr. Jones's bills too closely, unless you gave up all hope of renomination to office. One curious effect of political aspirations in Hoopole County, was to shut the eyes that they could not see, to close the ears that they could not hear, and to destroy the sense of smell. But Ralph, not being a politician, smelled the hog-pen without and the stench within, and saw everywhere the transparent fraud, and heard the echo of Jones's cruelty. A weak-eyed girl admitted him, and as he did not wish to make his business known at once, he affected a sort of idle interest in the place, and asked to be allowed to look round. The weak-eyed girl watched him. He found that all the women with children, twenty persons in all, were obliged to sleep in one room, which, owing to the hill-slope, was partly under ground, and which had but half a win dow for light, and no ventilation, except the chance draft from the door. Jones had declared that the women with children must stay there "he warn't goin' to have brats a-runnin' over the whole house." Here were vicious women and good women, with A CHARITABLE INSTITUTION. 2O5 their children, crowded like chickens in a coop for market. And there were, as usual in such places, helpless, idiotic women with illegitimate children. Of course this room was the scene of perpetual quar reling and occasional righting. In the quarters devoted to the insane, people slightly demented and raving maniacs were in the same rooms, while there were also those utter wrecks which sat in heaps on the floor, mumbling and muttering unintelligible words, the whole cur rent of their thoughts hopelessly muddled, turning around upon itself in eddies never ending. " That air woman," said the weak-eyed girl, " used to holler a heap when she was brought in here. But Pap knows how to subjue 'em. He slapped her in the mouth every time she hollered. She don't make no furss now, but jist sets down that way all day, and keeps a-whisperin'." Ralph understood it. When she came in she was the victim of mania; but she had been beaten into hopeless idiocy. Indeed this state of incurable im becility seemed the end toward which all traveled. Shut in these bare rooms, with no treatment, no exercise, no variety, and meager food, cases of slight derangement soon grew into chronic lunacy. One young woman, called Phil, a sweet-faced person, apparently a farmer's wife, came up to 206 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Ralph and looked at him kindly, playing with the buttons on his coat in a childlike simplicity. Her blue-drilling dress was sewed all over with patches of white, representing ornamental buttons. The womanly instinct toward adornment had in her taken this childish turn. " Don't you think they ought to let me go home ? '' she said with a sweetness and a wistful, longing, home-sick look, that touched Ralph to the heart. He looked at her, and then at the muttering crones, and he could see no hope of any better fate for her. She followed him round the barn-like rooms, re turning every now and then to her question, " Don't you think I might go home now ? " The weak-eyed girl had been called away for a moment, and Ralph stood looking into a cell, where there was a man with a gay red plume in his hat and a strip of red flannel about his waist. He strutted up and down like a drill-sergeant. " I am General Andrew Jackson," he began. '* People don't believe it, but I am. I had my head shot off at Bueny Visty, and the new one that growed on isn't nigh so good as the old one ; it's tater on one side. 1 That's why they take advantage 1 Some time after this book appeared Dr. Brown-Sequard announced his theory of the dual brain. A writer in an English magazine called Attention to the fact that the discovery had been anticipated by an A CHARITABLE INSTITUTION. 2O/ of me to shut me up. But I know some things. My head is tater on one side, but it's all right on t'other. And when I know a thing in the left side of my head, I know it. Lean down here. Let me tell you something out of the left side. Not out of the tater side, mind ye. I wouldn't a told you if he hadn't locked me up fer nothing. Bill Jones is a thief ! He sells the bodies of the dead paupers, and then sells the empty coffins back to the county agin. But that a'n't all " Just then the weak-eyed girl came back, and, as Ralph moved away, General Jackson called out: "That a'n't all. I'll tell the rest another time. And that a'n't out of the tater side, you can de pend on that. That's out of the left side. Sound as a nut on that side! " But Ralph began to wonder where he should find Hannah's mother. " Don't go in there," cried the weak-eyed girl, as Ralph was opening a door. " Ole Mowley's in there, and she'll cuss you." "Oh! well, if that's all, her curses won't hurt," imaginative writer, and cited the passage in the text as proving that the author of " The Hoosier School-Master " had outrun Dr. Brown- Sequard in perceiving the duality of the brain. It is a matter for surprise that an author, even an "imaginative" one, should have made so great a discovery without suspecting its meaning until it was explained by some one else. 208 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. said Hartsook, pushing open the door. But the vol ley of blasphemy and vile language that he received made him stagger. The old hag paced the floor, abusing everybody that came in her way. And by the window, in the same room, feeling the light that struggled through the dusty glass upon her face, sat a sorrowful, intelligent Englishwoman. Ralph noticed at once that she was English, and in a few moments he discovered that her sight was defective. Could it be that Hannah's mother was the room-mate of this loathsome creature, whose profanity and obscenity did not intermit for a moment ? Happily the weak-eyed girl had not dared to brave the curses of Mowley. Ralph stepped for ward to the woman by the window, and greeted her. " Is this Mrs. Thomson ? " " That is my name, sir," she said, turning her face toward Ralph, who could not but remark the contrast between the thorough refinement of her manner and her coarse, scant, unshaped pauper- frock of blue drilling. " I saw your daughter yesterday." " Did you see my boy ? " There was a tremulousness in her voice and an agitation in her manner which disclosed the emo- A CHARITABLE INSTITUTION. 209 tion she strove in vain to conceal. For only the day before Bill Jones had informed her that Shocky would be bound out on Saturday, and that she would find that goin' agin him warn't a payin' busi ness, so much as some others he mout mention. Ralph told her about Shocky's safety. I shall not write down the conversation here. Critics would say that it was an overwrought scene. As if all the world were as cold as they! All I can tell is that this refined woman had all she could do to control herself in her eagerness to get out of her prison-house, away from the blasphemies of Mowley, away from the insults of Jones, away from the sights and sounds and smells of the place, and, above all, her eagerness to fly to the little shocky- head from whom she had been banished for two years. It seemed to her that she could gladly die now, if she could die with that flaxen head upon her bosom. And so, in spite of the opposition of Bill Jones's son, who threatened her with every sort of evil if she left, Ralph wrapped Mrs. Thomson's blue drill ing in Nancy Sawyer's shawl, and bore the feeble woman off to Lewisburg. And as they drove away, a sad, childlike voice cried from the gratings of the upper window, " Good-by ! good-by ! " Ralph turned and saw that it was Phil, poor Phil, for 210 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. whom there was no deliverance. 1 And all the way back Ralph pronounced mental maledictions on the Dorcas Society, not for sending garments to the Five Points or the South Sea Islands, whichever it was, but for being so blind to the sorrow and pov erty within its reach. He did not know, for he had not read the reports of the Boards of State Chari ties, that nearly all alms-houses are very much like this, and that the State of New York is not better in this regard than Indiana. And he did not know that it is true in almost all other counties, as it was in his own, that " Christian " people do not think enough of Christ to look for him in these lazar- houses. And while Ralph denounced the Dorcas Society, the eager, hungry heart of the mother ran, flew toward the little white-headed boy. No, I can not do it ; I can not tell you about that meeting. I am sure that Miss Nancy Sawyer's tea tasted exceedingly good to the pauper, who had known nothing but cold water for years, and that the bread and butter were delicious to a palate that 1 The reader may be interested to know that ' ' Phil " was drawn from the life, as was old Mowley and in part "General Jackson" also. Between 1867 and 1870, I visited many jails and poor-houses with philanthropic purpose, publishing the results of my examination in some cases in The Chicago Tribune. Some of the abuses pointed out were reformed, others linger till this day, I believe. A CHARITABLE INSTITUTION. 211 had eaten poor-house soup for dinner, and coarse poor-house bread and vile molasses for supper, and that without change for three years. But I can not tell you how it seemed that evening to Miss Nancy Sawyer, as the poor English lady sat in speechless ecstacy,rocking in the old splint-bottomed rocking-chair in the fire-light, while she pressed to her bosom with all the might of her enfeebled arms, the form of the little Shocky, who half-sobbed and half-sang, over and over again, " God ha'n't forgot us, mother ; God ha'n't forgot us." CHAPTER XXIV. THE GOOD SAMARITAN. THE Methodist church to which Mrs. Matilda White and Miss Nancy Sawyer belonged was the leading one in Lewisburg, as it was in most county- seat villages in Indiana. If I may be permitted to express my candid and charitable opinion of the difference between the two women, I shall have to use the old Quaker locution, and say that Miss Sawyer was a Methodist and likewise a Christian ; Mrs. White was a Methodist, but I fear she was not likewise. As to the first part of this assertion, there was no room to doubt Miss Nancy's piety. She could get happy in class-meeting (for who had a better right ?), and could witness a good experience in the quarterly love-feast. But it is not upon these grounds that I base my opinion of Miss Nancy. Do not even the Pharisees the same ? She never dreamed that she had any right to speak of " Chris tian Perfection " (which, as Mrs. Partington said of total depravity, is an excellent doctrme if it is lived 2X2 THE GOOD SAMARITAN. 213 up to) ; but when a woman's heart is full of devout affections and good purposes, when her head devises liberal and Christlike things, when her hands are always open to the poor and always busy with acts of love and self-denial, and when her feet are ever eager to run upon errands of mercy, why, if there be anything worthy of being called Christian Per fection in this world of imperfection, I do not know why such an one does not possess it. What need of analyzing her experiences in vacua to find out the state of her soul ? How Miss Nancy managed to live on her slender income and be so generous was a perpetual source of perplexity to the gossips of Lewisburg. And now that she declared that Mrs. Thomson and Shocky should not return to the poor-house there was a general outcry from the whole Committee of Intermeddlers that she would bring herself to the poor-house before she died. But Nancy Sawyer was the richest woman in Lewisburg, though no body knew it, and though she herself did not once suspect it. How Miss Nancy and the preacher conspired to gether, and how they managed to bring Mrs. Thom son's case up at the time of the " Sacramental Ser vice " in the afternoon of that Sunday in Lewisburg, and how the preacher made a touching statement 214 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. of it just before the regular " Collection for the Poor " was taken, and how the warm-hearted Methodists put in dollars instead of dimes while the Presiding Elder read those passages about Zaccheus and other liberal people, and how the congregation sang " He dies, the Friend of sinners dies " more lustily than ever, after having performed this Christian act how all this happened I can not take up the reader's time to tell. But I can assure him that the nearly blind English woman did not room with blasphemous old Mowley any more, and that the blue-drilling pauper frock gave way to some thing better, and that grave little Shocky even danced with delight, and declared that God hadn't forgot, though he'd thought that He had. And Mrs. Matilda White remarked that it was a shame that the collection for the poor at a Methodist sac ramental service should be given to a woman who was a member of the Church of England, and like as not never soundly converted! And Shocky slept in his mother's arms and prayed God not to forget Hannah, while Shocky's mother knit stockings for the store day and night, and day and night she prayed and hoped. CHAPTER XXV. BUD WOOING. THE Sunday that Ralph spent in Lewisburg, the Sunday that Shocky spent in an earthly paradise, the Sunday that Mrs. Thomson spent with Shocky instead of old Mowley, the Sunday that Miss Nancy thought was "just like heaven," was also an event ful Sunday with Bud Means. He had long adored Miss Martha in his secret heart, but, like many other giants, while brave enough to face and fight drag ons, he was a coward in the presence of the woman that he loved. Let us honor him for it. The man who loves a woman truly, reverences her profoundly and feels abashed in her presence. The man who is never abashed in the presence of womanhood, the man who tells his love without a tremor, is a shallow egotist. Bud's nature was not fine. But it was deep, true, and manly. To him Martha Hawkins was the chief of women. What was he that he should aspire to possess her? And yet on that Sunday, with his crippled arm carefully bound up, with his cleanest shirt, and with his heavy boots 215 2l6 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. freshly oiled with the fat of the raccoon, he started hopefully through fields white with snow to the house of Squire Hawkins. When he started his spirits were high, but they descended exactly in proportion to his proximity to the object of his love. He thought himself not dressed well enough. He wished his shoulders were not so square, and his arms not so stout. He wished that he had book- larnin' enough to court in nice, big words. And so, by recounting his own deficiencies, he succeeded in making himself feel weak, and awkward, and generally good-for-nothing, by the time he walked up between the rows of dead hollyhocks to the Squire's front door, to tap at which took all his re maining strength. Miss Martha received her perspiring lover most graciously, but this only convinced Bud more than ever that she was a superior being. If she had slighted him a bit, so as to awaken his combative- ness, his bashfulness might have disappeared. It was in vain that Martha inquired about his arm and complimented his courage. Bud could only think of his big feet, his clumsy hands, and his slow tongue. He answered in monosyllables, using his red silk handkerchief diligently. " Is your arm improving ? " asked Miss Hawkins. " Yes, I think it is," said Bud, hastily crossing his BUD WOOING. 217 right leg over his left, and trying to get his fists out of sight. " Have you heard from Mr. Pearson ? " " No, I ha'n't," answered Bud, removing his right foot to the floor again, because it looked so big, and trying to push his left hand into his pocket. " Beautiful sunshine, isn't it ? " said Martha. " Yes, 'tis," answered Bud, sticking his right foot up on the rung of the chair and putting his right hand behind him. " This snow looks like the snow we have at the East," said Martha. " It snowed that way the time I was to Bosting." " Did it ? " said Bud, not thinking of the snow at all nor of Boston, but thinking how much better he would have appeared had he left his arms and legs at home. " I suppose Mr. Hartsook rode your horse to Lewisburg ? " " Yes, he did ; " and Bud hung both hands at his side. " You were very kind." This set Bud's heart a-going so that he could not say anything, but he looked eloquently at Miss Hawkins, drew both feet under the chair, and rammed his hands into his pockets. Then, sud denly remembering how awkward he must look, he 2l8 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. immediately pulled his hands out again, and crossed his legs. There was a silence of a few minutes, during which Bud made up his mind to do the most desperate thing he could think of to declare his love and take the consequences. " You see, Miss Hawkins," he began, forgetting boots and fists in his agony, " I thought as how I'd come over here to-day, and "but here his heart failed him utterly "and see you." " I'm glad to see you, Mr. Means." " And I thought I'd tell you " Martha was sure it was coming now, for Bud was in dead earnest "and I thought I'd just like to tell you, ef I only know'd jest how to tell it right " here Bud got frightened, and did not dare close the sentence as he had intended " I thought as how you might like to know or ruther I wanted to tell you that the that I that weall of us think that I that we are going to have a spellin'-school a Chewsday night." " I'm real glad to hear it," said the bland but dis appointed Martha. " We used to have spelling- schools at the East." But Miss Martha could not remember that they had them " to Bosting." Hard as it is for a bashful man to talk, it is still more difficult for him to close the conversation. Most men like to leave a favorable impression, and BUD WOOING. 219 a bashful man is always waiting with the forlorn hope that some favorable turn in the talk may let him out without absolute discomfiture. And so Bud stayed a long time, and how he ever did get away he never could tell. CHAPTER XXVI. A LETTER AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. "SQUAR HAUKINS "this is too Lett u no that u beter be Keerful hoo yoo an yore familly tacks cides with fer peepl wont Stan it too hev the Men wat's sportin the wuns wat's robin us, sported bi yor Fokes kepin kumpne with 'em, u been a ossifer ov the Lau, yor Ha wil bern as qick as to an yor Barn tu. so Tak kere. No mor ad pressnt." This letter accomplished its purpose. The Squire's spectacles slipped off several times while he read it. His wig had to be adjusted. If he had been threat ened personally he would not have minded it so much. But the hay-stacks were dearer to him than the apple of his glass eye. The barn was more precious than his wig. And those who hoped to touch Bud in a tender place through this letter knew the Squire's weakness far better than they knew the spelling-book. To see his new red barn with its large " Mormon " hay-press inside, and the A LETTER AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 221 mounted Indian on the vane, consumed, was too much for the Hawkins heart to stand. Evidently the danger was on the side of his niece. But how should he influence Martha to give up Bud ? Martha did not value the hay-stacks half so highly as she did her lover. Martha did not think the new red barn, with the great Mormon press inside and the galloping Indian on the vane, worth half so much as a moral principle or a kind-hearted action. Martha, bless her! would have sacrificed anything rather than forsake the poor. But Squire Haw kins's lips shut tight over his false teeth in a way that suggested astringent purse-strings, and Squire Hawkins could not sleep at night if the new red barn, with the galloping Indian on the vane, were in danger. Martha must be reached somehow. So, with many adjustings of that most adjustable wig, with many turnings of that reversible glass eye, the Squire managed to frighten Martha by the inti mation that he had been threatened, and to make her understand, what it cost her much to under stand, that she must turn the cold shoulder to chivalrous, awkward Bud, whom she loved most tenderly, partly, perhaps, because he did not re mind her of anybody she had ever known at the East. Tuesday evening was the fatal time. Spelling- 222 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. school was the fatal occasion. Bud was the victim. Pete Jones had his revenge. For Bud had been all the evening trying to muster courage enough to offer himself as Martha's escort. He was not en couraged by the fact that he had spelled even worse than usual, while Martha had distinguished herself by holding her ground against Jeems Phillips for half an hour. But he screwed his courage to the sticking place, not by quoting to himself the adage, " Faint heart never won fair lady," which, indeed, he had never heard, but by reminding himself that "ef you don't resk nothin' you'll never git nothin'." So, when the spelling-school had adjourned, he sidled up to her, and, looking dreadfully solemn and a little foolish, he said : " Kin I see you safe home ? " And she, with a feeling that her uncle's life was in danger, and that his salvation depended upon her resolution she, with a feeling that she was pronouncing sentence of death on her own great hope, answered huskily: " No, I thank you." If she had only known that it was the red barn with the Indian on top that was in danger, she would probably have let the galloping brave take care of himself. It seemed to Bud, as he walked home mortified, A LETTER AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. 223 disgraced, disappointed, hopeless, that all the world had gone down in a whirlpool of despair. " Might a knowed it," he said to himself. " Of course, a smart gal like Martha a'n't agoin' to take a big, blunderin' fool that can't spell in two sylla bles. What's the use of tryin' ? A Flat Cricker is a Flat Cricker. You can't make nothin' else ou* of him, no more nor you can make a Chiny hog into a Berkshire." CHAPTER XXVII. A LOSS AND A GAIN. DR. SMALL, silent, attentive, assiduous Dr. Small, set himself to work to bind up the wounded heart of Bud Means, even as he had bound up his broken arm. The flattery of his fine eyes, which looked at Bud's muscles so admiringly, which gave attention to his lightest remark, was not lost on the young Flat Creek Hercules. Outwardly at least Pete Jones showed no inclination to revenge himself on Bud. Was it respect for muscle, or was it the in fluence of Small ? At any rate, the concentrated extract of the resentment of Pete Jones and his clique was now ready to empty itself upon the head of Hartsook. And Ralph found himself in his dire extremity without even the support of Bud, whose good resolutions seemed to give way all at once. There have been many men of culture and more favorable surroundings who have thrown themselves away with less provocation. As it was, Bud quit school, avoided Ralph, and seemed more than ever under the influence of Dr. Small, besides becoming A LOSS AND A GAIN. 22$ the intimate of Walter Johnson, Small's student and Mrs. Matilda White's son. They made a strange pair Bud with his firm jaw and silent, cautious manner, and Walter Johnson with his weak chin, his nice neck-ties, and general dandy appearance. To be thus deserted in his darkest hour by his only friend was the bitterest ingredient in Ralph's cup. In vain he sought an interview. Bud always eluded him. While by all the faces about him Ralph learned that the storm was getting nearer and nearer to himself. It might delay. If it had been Pete Jones alone, it might blow over. But Ralph felt sure that the relentless hand of Dr. Small was present in all his troubles. And he had only to look into Small's eye to know how inex tinguishable was a malignity that burned so steadily and so quietly. But there is no cup of unmixed bitterness. With an innocent man there is no night so dark that some star does not shine. Ralph had one strong sheet-anchor. On his return from Lewisburg on Monday Bud had handed him a note, written on common blue foolscap, in round, old-fashioned nand. It ran : " Dear Sir : Anybody who can do so good a thing as you did for our Shocky, can not be bad. I 15 226 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. hope you will forgive me. All the appearances in the world, and all that anybody says, can not make me think you anything else but a good man. I hope God will reward you. You must not answer this, and you hadn't better see me again, or think any more of what you spoke about the other night. I shall be a slave for three years more, and then I must work for my mother and Shocky ; but I felt so bad to think that I had spoken so hard to you, that I could not help writing this. Respectfully, " HANNAH THOMSON. " To MR. R. HARTSOOK, ESQ." Ralph read it over and over. What else he did with it I shall not tell. You want to know whether he kissed it, and put it into his bosom. Many a man as intelligent and manly as Hartsook has done quite as foolish a thing as that. You have been a little silly perhaps if it is silly and you have acted in a sentimental sort of a way over such things. But it would never do for me to tell you what Ralph did. Whether he put the letter into his bosom or not, he put the words into his heart, and, metaphorically speaking, he shook that little blue billet, written on coarse foolscap paper he shook that little letter, full of confidence, in the face and eyes of all the calamities that haunted him. If Hannah believed A LOSS AND A GAIN. 22/ in him, the whole world might distrust him. When Hannah was in one scale and the whole world in the other, of what account was the world? Justice may be blind, but all the pictures of blind cupids in the world can not make Love blind. And it was well that Ralph weighed things in this way. For the time was come in which he needed all the cour age the blue billet could give him. CHAPTER XXVIII. THE FLIGHT. ABOUT ten days after Ralph's return to Flat Creek things came to a crisis. The master was rather relieved at first to have the crisis come. He had been holding juvenile Flat Creek under his feet by sheer force of will. And such an exercise of " psychic power " is very exhausting. In racing on the Ohio the engineer sometimes sends the largest of the firemen to hold the safety-valve down, and this he does by hanging himself to the lever by his hands. Ralph felt that he had been holding the safety-valve down, and that he was so weary of the operation that an ex plosion would be a real relief. He was a little tired of having everybody look on him as a thief. It was a little irksome to know that new bolts were put on the doors of the houses in which he had staid. And now that Shocky was gone, and Bud had turned against him, and Aunt Matilda suspected him, and even poor, weak, exquisite Walter Johnson would not associate with him, he felt himself an outlaw indeed. He would have gone away to Texas or the THE FLIGHT. 229 new gold fields in California had it not been for one thing. That letter on blue foolscap paper kept a little warmth in his heart. His course from school on the evening that some thing happened lay through the sugar-camp. Among the dark trunks of the maples, solemn aim lofty pillars, he debated the case. To stay, or to flee ? The worn nerves could not keep their present tension much longer. It was just by the brook, or, as they say in In diana, the "branch," 1 that something happened which brought him to a sudden decision. Ralph never afterward could forget that brook. It was a swift-running little stream, that did not babble blatantly over the stones. It ran through a thicket of willows, through the sugar-camp, and out into Means's pasture. Ralph had just passed through the thicket, had just crossed the brook on the half- 1 I have already mentioned the absence of pail and pare from the ancient Hoosier folk-speech. Brook is likewise absent. The illiter ate Indiana countryman before the Civil War, let us say, had no pails, pared no apples, husked no corn, crossed no brooks. The same is true, I believe, of the South generally. As the first settlers on the Southern coast entered the land by the rivers, each smaller stream was regarded as a branch of the larger one. A small stream was therefore called a branch. The word brook was probably lost in the first generation. But a small stream is often called a run in the Middle and Southern belt. Halliwell gives rundel as nsed with the same signification in England, and he gives ryn in the same sense from an old manuscript. 230 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. decayed log that spanned it, when, as he emerged from the water-willows on the other side, he started with a sudden shock. For there was Hannah, with a white, white face, holding out a little note folded like an old-fashioned thumb-paper. "Go quick!" she stammered as she slipped it. into Ralph's hand, inadvertently touching his fin gers with her own a touch that went tingling through the school-master's nerves. But she had hardly said the words until she was gone down the brookside path and over into the pasture. A few minutes afterward she drove the cows up into the lot and meekly took her scolding from Mrs. Means for being gone sech an awful long time, like a lazy, good-fer-nothin' piece of goods that she was. Ralph opened the thumb-paper note, written on a page torn from an old copy-book, in Bud's " hand- write " and running: " Mr. Heartsook "deer Sur: " i Put in my best licks, taint no use. Run fer yore life. A plans on foot to tar an fether or wuss to-night. Go rite off. Things is awful juberous. 1 " BUD." * IuJ>erous is in none of the vocabularies that I have seen. I once treated this word in print as an undoubted corruption of dubious, and when used subjectively it apparently feels the influence of dubious, as THE FLIGHT. 231 The first question with Ralph was whether he could depend on Bud. But he soon made up his mind that treachery of any sort was not one of his traits. He had mourned over the destruction of Bud's good resolutions by Martha Hawkins's refu sal, and being a disinterested party he could have comforted Bud by explaining Martha's " mitten." But he felt sure that Bud was not treacherous. It was a relief, then, as he stood there to know that the false truce was over, and worst had come to worst. His first impulse was to stay and fight. But his nerves were not strong enough to execute so fool hardy a resolution. He seemed to see a man be hind every maple-trunk. Darkness was fast coming on, and he knew that his absence from supper at his boarding-place could not fail to excite suspicion. There was no time to be lost. So he started. Once run from a danger, and panic is apt to en sue. The forest, the stalk-fields, the dark hollows through which he passed, seemed to be peopled with terrors. He knew Small and Jones well where one says : "I feel mighty juberous about it." But it is much oftener applied as in the text to the object of fear, as " The bridge looks kind o* juberous." Halliwell gives the verb juberd and defines it as " to jeopard or endanger." It is clearly 'a dialect form of jeop ard, and I make no doubt that juberous is a dialect variation of jeopardous, occasionally used as a form of dubious. 232 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. enough to know that every avenue of escape would be carefully picketed. So there was nothing to do but to take the shortest path to the old trysting place, the Spring-in-rock. Here he sat and shook with terror. Angry with himself, he inly denounced himself for a coward. But the effect was really a physical one. The chill and panic now were the reaction from the previous strain. For when the sound of his pursuers' voices broke upon his ears early in the evening, Ralph shook no more ; the warm blood set back again toward the extremities, and his self-control returned when he needed it. He gathered some stones about him, as the only weapons of defense at hand. The mob was on the cliff above. But he thought that he heard footsteps in the bed of the creek below. If this were so, there could be no doubt that his hid- ing-place was suspected. "O Hank!" shouted Bud from the top of the cliff to some one in the creek below, " be sure to look at the Spring-in-rock I think he's there." This hint was not lost on Ralph, who speedily changed his quarters by climbing up to a secluded, shelf-like ledge above the spring. He was none too soon, for Pete Jones and Hank Banta were soon looking all around the spring for him, while he held THE FLIGHT. 233 a twenty-pound stone over their heads ready to drop upon them in case they should think of looking on the ledge above. When the crowd were gone Ralph knew that one road was open to him. He could follow down the creek to Clifty, and thence he might escape. But, traveling down to Clifty, he debated whether it was best to escape. To flee was to confess his guilt, to make himself an outlaw, to put an insurmountable barrier between himself and Hannah, whose terror- stricken and anxious face as she stood by the brook- willows haunted him now, and was an involuntary witness to her love. Long before he reached Clifty his mind was made up not to flee another mile. He knocked at the door of Squire Underwood. But Squire Under wood was also a doctor, and had been called away. He knocked at the door of Squire Doolittle. But Squire Doolittle had gone to Lewisburg. He was about to give up all hope of being able to surrender himself to the law when he met Squire Hawkins, who had come over to Clifty to avoid responsibility for the ill-deeds of his neighbors which he was pow erless to prevent. " Is that you, Mr. Hartsook ? " " Yes, and I want you to arrest me and try me here in Clifty." CHAPTER XXIX. THE TRIAL. THE " prosecuting attorney " (for so the State's attorney is called in Indiana) had been sent for the night before. Ralph refused all legal help. It was not wise to reject counsel, but all his blood was up, and he declared that he would not be cleared by legal quibbles. If his innocence were not made evident to everybody, he would rather not be ac quitted on a preliminary examination. He would go over to the circuit court and have the matter sifted to the bottom. But he would have been pleased had his uncle offered his counsel, though he would have declined it. He would have felt better to have had a letter from home somewhat different from the one he received from his Aunt Matilda by the hand of the prosecuting attorney. It was not very encouraging or very sympathetic, though it was very characteristic. " Dear Ralph : " This is what I have always been afraid of. I warned you faithfully the last time I saw you. My 234 THE TRIAL. 235 skirts are clear of your blood. I can not consent for your uncle to appear as your counsel or to go your bail. You know how much it would injure him in the county, and he has no right to suffer for your evil acts. O my dear nephew! for the sake of your poor, dead mother " We never shall know what the rest of that letter was. Whenever Aunt Matilda got to Ralph's poor, dead mother in her conversation Ralph ran out of the house. And now that his poor, dead mother was again made to do service in his aunt's pious rhetoric, he landed the letter on the hot coals be fore him, and watched it vanish into smoke with a grim satisfaction. Ralph was a little afraid of a mob. But Clifty was better than Flat Creek, and Squire Hawkins, with all his faults, loved justice, and had a profound respect for the majesty of the law, and a profound respect for his own majesty when sitting as a court representing the law. Whatever maneuvers he might resort to in business affairs in order to avoid a conflict with his lawless neighbors, he was cour ageous and inflexible on the bench. The Squire was the better part of him. With the co-operation of the constable, he had organized a posse of men who could be depended on to enforce the law against a mob. 236 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. By the time the trial opened in the large school- house in Clifty at eleven o'clock, all the surround ing country had emptied its population into Clifty, and all Flat Creek was on hand ready to testify to something. Those who knew the least appeared to know the most, and were prodigal of their significant winks and nods. Mrs. Means had always suspect ed him. She seed some mighty suspicious things about him from the word go. She'd allers had her doubts whether he was jist the thing, and ef her ole man had axed her, liker-n not he never'd a been hired. She'd seed things with her own livin' eyes that beat all she ever seed in all her born days. And Pete Jones said he'd allers knowed ther warn't no good in sech a feller. Couldn't stay abed when he got there. And Granny Sanders said, Law's sakes ! nobody'd ever a found him out ef it hadn't been fer her. Didn't she go all over the neighbor hood a-warnin' people ? Fer her part, she seed straight through that piece of goods. He was fond of the gals, too ! Nothing was so great a crime in her eyes as to be fond of the gals. The constable paid unwitting tribute to William the Conquerer by crying Squire Hawkins's court open with an Oyez ! or, as he said, " O yes ! " and the Squire asked Squire Underwood, who came in at that minute, to sit with him. From the start, it THE TRIAL. 237 was evident to Ralph that the prosecuting attorney had been thoroughly posted by Small, though, look ing at that worthy's face, one would have thought him the most disinterested and philosophical spec tator in the court-room. Bronson, the prosecutor, was a young man, and this was his first case since his election. He was very ambitious to distinguish himself, very anxious to have Flat Creek influence on his side in politics; and, consequently, he was very determined to send Ralph Hartsook to State prison, justly or unjustly, by fair means or foul. To his professional eyes this was not a question of right and wrong, not a question of life or death to such a man as Ralph. It was George H. Bronson's opportunity to distin guish himself. And so, with many knowing and confident nods and hints, and with much deference to the two squires, he opened the case, affecting great indignation at Ralph's wickedness, and utter ing Delphic hints about striped pants and shaven head, and the grating of prison-doors at Jefferson- ville. "And, now, if the court please, I am about to call a witness whose testimony is very important indeed. Mrs. Sarah Jane Means will please step forward and be sworn." This Mrs. Means did with alacrity. She had met 238 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. the prosecutor, and impressed him with her dark hints. She was sworn. " Now, Mrs. Means, have the goodness to tell us what you know of the robbery at the house of Peter Schroeder, and the part defendant had in it." " Well, you see, I allers suspected that air young man " Here Squire Underwood stopped her, and told her that she must not tell her suspicions, but facts. "Well, it's facts I am a-going to tell," she sniffed indignantly. " It's facts that I mean to tell." Here her voice rose to a keen pitch, and she began to abuse the defendant. Again and again the court insisted that she must tell what there was suspi cious about the school-master. At last she got it out. " Well, fer one thing, what kind of gals did he go with ? Hey ? Why, with my bound gal, Hanner, a-loafin' along through the blue-grass paster at ten o'clock, and keepin' that gal that's got no protector but me out that a-way, and destroyin' her character by his company, that a'n't fit fer nobody." Here Bronson saw that he had caught a tartar. He said he had no more questions to ask of Mrs. Means, and that, unless the defendant wished to cross-question her, she could stand aside. Ralph said he would like to ask her one question. THE TRIAL. 239 " Did I ever go with your daughter Miranda ? " " No, you didn't," answered the witness, with a tone and a toss of the head that let the cat out, and set the court-room in a giggle. Bronson saw that he was gaining nothing, and now resolved to follow the line which Small had indicated. Pete Jones was called, and swore point-blank that he heard Ralph go out of the house soon after he went to bed, and that he heard him return at two in the morning. This testimony was given without hesitation, and made a great impression against Ralph in the minds of the justices. Mrs. Jones, a poor, brow-beaten woman, came on the stand in a frightened way, and swore to the same lies as her husband. Ralph cross-questioned her, but her part had been well learned. There seemed now little hope for Ralph. But just at this moment who should stride into the school-house but Pearson, the one-legged old soldier basket-maker ? He had crept home the night be fore, " to see ef the ole woman didn't want some- thin','' and hearing of Ralph's arrest, he concluded that the time for him to make " a forrard move ment " had come, and so he determined to face the foe. " Looky here, Squar," he said, wiping the perspi ration from his brow. ' looky here. I jes want to 240 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. say that I kin tell as much about this case as any body." " Let us hear it, then," said Bronson, who thought he would nail Ralph now for certain. So, with many allusions to the time he fit at Lundy's Lane, and some indignant remarks about the pack of thieves that driv him off, and a passing tribute to Miss Martha Hawkins, and sundry other digressions, in which he had to be checked, the old man told how he'd drunk whisky at Welch's store that night, and how Welch's whisky was all-fired mean, and how it allers went straight to his head, and how he had got a leetle too much, and how he had felt kyinder gin aout by the time he got to the blacksmith's shop, and how he had laid down to rest, and how as he s'posed the boys had crated him, and how he thought it war all-fired mean to crate a old soldier what fit the Britishers, and lost his leg by one of the blamed critters a-punchin' his bago- net x through it ; and how when he woke up it was all-fired cold, and how he rolled off the crate and 1 This form, bagonet, is not in the vocabularies, but it was spoken as I have written it. The Century Dictionary gives bagnet, and Hal- liwell and Wright both give baginet with the g soft apparently, though neither the one nor the other is very explicit in distinguishing tran scriptions from old authors from phonetic spellings of dialect forms. I fancy that this bagonet is impossible as a corruption of bayonet, an\ that it points to some other derivation of that word than the doubtful cxtua from Bavonne. THE TRIAL. 24! went on \.owurds home, and how when he got up to the top of Means's hill he met Pete Jones and Bill Jones, and a slim sort of a young man, a-ridin'; and how he know'd the Joneses by ther hosses, and some more things of that kyind about 'em ; but he didn't know the slim young man, tho' he tho't he might tell him ef he seed him agin, kase he was dressed up so slick and town-like. But blamed ef he didn't think it hard that a passel of thieves sech as the Joneses should try to put ther mean things on to a man like the master, that was so kyind to him and to Shocky, tho', fer that matter, blamed ef he didn't think we was all selfish, akordin* to his tell. Had seed somebody that night a-crossin* over the blue-grass paster. Didn't know who in thunder 'twas, but it was somebody a-makin' straight fer Pete Jones's. Hadn't seed nobody else, 'ceptin' Dr. Small, a short ways behind the Joneses. Hannah was now brought on the stand. She was greatly agitated, and answered with much re luctance. Lived at Mr. Means's. Was eighteen years of age in October. Had been bound to Mrs. Means three years ago. Had walked home with Mr. Hartsook that evening, and, happening to look out of the window toward morning, she saw some one cross the pasture. Did not know who it was. Thought it was Mr. Hartsook. Here Mr. Bronson 16 242 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL MASTER. (evidently prompted by a suggestion that came from what Small had overheard when he listened in the barn) asked her if Mr. Hartsook had ever said anything to her about the matter afterward. After some hesitation, Hannah said that he had said that he crossed the pasture. Of his own ac cord ? No, she spoke of it first. Had Mr. Hart sook offered any explanations ? No, he hadn't Had he ever paid her any attention afterward ? No. Ralph declined to cross-question Hannah. To him she never seemed so fair as when telling the truth so sublimely. Bronson now informed the court that this little trick of having the old soldier happen in, in the nick of time, wouldn't save the prisoner at the bar from the just punishment which an outraged law visited upon such crimes as his. He regretted that his duty as a public prosecutor caused it to fall to his lot to marshal the evidence that was to blight the prospects and blast the character, and annihi late for ever, so able and promising a young man, but that the law knew no difference between the educated and the uneducated, and that for his part he thought Hartsook a most dangerous foe to the peace of society. The evidence already given fas tened suspicion upon him. The prisoner had not yet been able to break its force at all. The pris THE TRIAL. 243 oner had not even dared to try to explain to a young lady the reason for his being out at night. He would now conclude by giving the last touch to the dark evidence that would sink the once fair name of Ralph Hartsook in a hundred fathoms of infamy. He would ask that Henry Banta be called. Hank came forward sheepishly, and was sworn. Lived about a hundred yards from the house that was robbed. He seen ole man Pearson and the master and one other feller that he didn't know come away from there together about one o'clock. He heerd the horses kickin', and went out to the stable to see about them. He seed two men come out of Schroeder's back door and meet one man standing at the gate. When they got closter he knowed Pearson by his wooden leg and the master by his hat. On cross-examination he was a little confused when asked why he hadn't told of it be fore, but said that he was afraid to say much, bekase the folks was a-talkin' about hanging the master, and he didn't want no lynchin'. The prosecution here rested, Bronson maintain ing that there was enough evidence to justify Ralph's committal to await trial. But the court thought that as the defendant had no counsel and offered no rebutting testimony, it would be only 244 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. fair to hear what the prisoner had to say in his own defense. All this while poor Ralph was looking about the room for Bud. Bud's actions had of late been strangely contradictory. But had he turned coward and deserted his friend ? Why else did he avoid the session of the court ? After asking himself such questions as these, Ralph would wonder at his own folly. What could Bud do if he were there ? There was no human power that could prevent the victim of so vile a conspiracy as this, lodging in that worst of State prisons at Jeffersonville, a place too bad for criminals. But when there is no hu man power to help, how naturally does the human mind look for some divine intervention on the side of Right! And Ralph's faith in Providence looked in the direction of Bud. But since no Bud came, he shut down the valves and rose to his feet, proudly, defiantly, fiercely calm. " It's of no use for me to say anything. Peter Jones has sworn to a deliberate falsehood, and he knows it. He has made his wife perjure her poor soul that she dare not call her own." Here Pete's fists clenched, but Ralph in his present humor did not care for mobs. The spirit of the bulldog had complete possession of him. " It is of no use for me to tell you that Henry Banta has sworn to a lie, THE TRIAL. 245 partly to revenge himself on me for punishments I have given him, and partly, perhaps, for money. The real thieves are in this court-room. I could put my finger on them." " To be sure," responded the old basket-maker. Ralph looked at Pete Jones, then at Small. The fiercely calm look attracted the attention of the people. He knew that this look would probably cost him his life before the next morning. But he did not care for life. " The testimony of Miss Hannah Thomson is every word true. I believe that of Mr. Pearson to be true. The rest is false. But I can not prove it. I know the men I have to deal with. I shall not escape with State prison. They will not spare my life. But the people of Clifty will one day find out who are the thieves." Ralph then proceeded to tell how he had left Pete Jones's, Mr. Jones's bed being uncomfortable; how he had walked through the pasture; how he had seen three men on horseback; how he had noticed the sorrel with the white left forefoot and white nose ; how he had seen Dr. Small ; how, after his return, he had heard some one enter the house, and how he had recognized the horse the next morn ing. " There," said Ralph desperately, leveling his finger at Pete, " there is a man who will yet see the inside of a penitentiary I shall not live to see it, 246 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. but the rest of you will." Pete quailed. Ralph's speech could not of course break the force of the testimony against him. But it had its effect, and it had effect enough to alarm Bronson, who rose and said: " I should like to ask the prisoner at the bar one question." " Ask me a dozen," said Hartsook, looking more like a king than a criminal. "Well, then, Mr. Hartsook. You need not answer unless you choose ; but what prompted you to take the direction you did in your walk on that evening ? " This shot brought Ralph down. To answer this question truly would attach to friendless Hannah Thomson some of the disgrace that now belonged to him. " I decline to answer," said Ralph. " Of course, I do not want the prisoner to crim inate himself," said Bronson significantly. During this last passage Bud had come in, but, to Ralph's disappointment he remained near the door, talking to Walter Johnson, who had come with him. The magistrates put their heads together to fix the amount of bail, and, as they differed, talked for some minutes. Small now for the first time thought best to make a move in his own proper THE TRIAL. 247 person. He could hardly have been afraid of Ralph's acquittal. He may have been a little anx ious at the manner in which he had been mentioned, and at the significant look of Ralph, and he proba bly meant to excite indignation enough against the school-master to break the force of his speech, and secure the lynching of the prisoner, chiefly by peo ple outside his gang. He rose and asked the court in gentlest tones to hear him. He had no personal interest in this trial, except his interest in the wel fare of his old schoolmate, Mr. Hartsook. He was grieved and disappointed to find the evidence against him so damaging and he would not for the world add a feather to it, if it were not that his own name had been twice alluded to by the de fendant, and by his friend, and perhaps his confed erate, John Pearson. He was prepared to swear that he was not over in Flat Creek the night of the robbery later than ten o'clock, and while the state ments of the two persons alluded to, whether ma liciously intended or not, could not implicate him at all, he thought perhaps this lack of veracity in their statements might be of weight in determining some other points. He therefore suggested he could only suggest, as he was not a party to the case in any way that his student, Mr. Walter Johnson, be called to testify as to his Dr. Small's 248 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. exact whereabouts on the night in question. They were together in his office until two, when he went to the tavern and went to bed. Squire Hawkins, having adjusted his teeth, his wig, and his glass eye, thanked Dr. Small for a sug gestion so valuable, and thought best to put John Pearson under arrest before proceeding further. Mr. Pearson was therefore arrested, and was heard to mutter something about a " passel of thieves," when the court warned him to be quiet. Walter Johnson was then called. But before giv ing his testimony, I must crave the reader's patience while I go back to some things which happened nearly a week before and which will serve to make it intelligible. CHAPTER XXX. "BROTHER SODOM." IN order to explain Walter Johnson's testimony and his state of mind, I must carry the reader back nearly a week. The scene was Dr. Small's office. Bud and Walter Johnson had been having some confidential conversation that evening, and Bud had got more out of his companion than that ex quisite but weak young man had intended. He looked round in a frightened way. "You see," said Walter, "if Small knew I had told you that, I'd get a bullet some night from somebody. But when you're initiated it'll be all right. Sometimes I wish I was out of it. But, you know, Small's this kind of a man. He sees through you. He can look through a door" and there he shivered, and his voice broke down into a whisper. But Bud was perfectly cool, and doubt less it was the strong coolness of Bud that made Walter, who shuddered at a shadow, come to him for sympathy and unbosom himself of one of his guilty secrets. 349 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL MASTER. " Let's go and hear Brother Sodom preach to night," said Bud. " No, I don't like to." " He don't scare you ? " There was just a touch of ridicule in Bud's voice. He knew Walter, and he had not counted amiss when he used this little goad to prick a skin so sensitive. " Brother Sodom ' was the nickname given by scoffers to the preacher Mr. Soden whose manner of preaching had so aroused Bud's combativeness, and whose saddle- stirrups Bud had helped to amputate. For reasons of his own, Bud thought best to subject young Johnson to the heat of Mr. Soden's furnace. Peter Cartwright boasts that, on a certain occa sion, he " shook his brimstone wallet " over the people. Mr. Soden could never preach without his brimstone wallet. There are those of refinement so attenuated that they will not admit that fear can have any place in religion. But a religion without fear could never have evangelized or civilized the West, which at one time bade fair to become a perdition as bad as any that Brother Sodom ever depicted. And against these on the one side, and the Brother Sodoms on the other, I shall interrupt my story to put this chapter under shelter of that wise remark of the great Dr. Adam Clark, who says " The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, the "BROTHER SODOM." 2$ I terror of God confounds the soul; " and that other saying of his : " With the fear of God the love of God is ever consistent ; but where the terror of the Lord reigns, there can neither be fear, faith, nor love ; nay, nor hope either." And yet I am not sure that even the Brother Sodoms were made in vain. On this evening Mr. Soden was as terrible as usual. Bud heard him without flinching. Small, who sat farther forward, listened with pious ap proval. Mr. Soden, out of distorted figures pieced together from different passages of Scripture, built a hell, not quite Miltonic, nor yet Dantean, but as Miltonic and Dantean as his unrefined imag ination could make it. As he rose toward his cli max of hideous description, Walter Johnson trem bled from head to foot and sat close to Bud. Then, as burly Mr. Soden, with great gusto, depicted materialistic tortures that startled the nerves of everybody except Bud, Walter wanted to leave, but Bud would not let him. For some reason he wished to keep his companion in the crucible as long as possible. " Young man ! " cried Mr. Soden, and the explo sive voice seemed to come from the hell that he had created "young man! you who have followed the counsel of evil companions " here he paused and looked about, as if trying to find the man he wanted, 252 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. while Walter crept up close to Bud and shaded his face " I mean you who have chosen evil pursuits and who can not get free from bad habits and asso ciations that are dragging you down to hell ! You are standing on the very crumbling brink of hell to night. The smell of the brimstone is on your gar ments; the hot breath of hell is in your face! The devils are waiting for you ! Delay and you are damned ! You may die before daylight ! You may never get out that door! The awful angel of death is just ready to strike you down ! " Here some shrieked with terror, others sobbed, and Brother Sodom looked with approval on the storm he had awakened. The very harshness of his tone, his lofty egotism of manner, that which had roused all Bud's combativeness, shook poor Walter as a wind would shake a reed. In the midst of the general excitement he seized his hat and hastened out the door. Bud followed, while Soden shot his light nings after them, declaring that " young men who ran away from the truth would dwell in torments forever." Bud had not counted amiss when he thought that Mr. Soden's preaching would be likely to arouse so mean-spirited a fellow as Walter. So vivid was the impression that Johnson begged Bud to return to the office with him. He felt sick, and "BROTHER SODOM." 253 was afraid that he should die before morning. He insisted that Bud should stay with him all night. To this Means readily consented, and by morning he had heard all that the frightened Walter had to tell. And now let us return to the trial, where Ralph sits waiting the testimony of Walter Johnson, which is to prove his statement false. CHAPTER XXXI. THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. I DO not know how much interest the " gentle reader " may feel in Bud. But I venture to hope that there are some Buddhists among my readers who will wish the contradictoriness of his actions explained. The first dash of disappointment had well-nigh upset him. And when a man concludes to throw overboard his good resolutions, he always seeks to avoid the witness of those resolutions. Hence Bud, after that distressful Tuesday even ing on which Miss Martha had given him "the sack," wished to see Ralph less than any one else. And yet when he came to suspect Small's villainy, his whole nature revolted at it. But having broken with Ralph, he thought it best to maintain an attitude of apparent hostility, that he might act as a detective, and, perhaps, save his friend from the mischief that threatened him. As- soon as he heard of Ralph's arrest he determined to make Walter Johnson tell his own secret in court, because he knew that it would be best for 254 THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 255 Ralph that Walter should tell it. Bud's telling at second-hand would not be conclusive. And he sincerely desired to save Walter from prison. For Walter Johnson was the victim of Dr. Small, or of Dr. Small and such novels as " The Pirate's Bride," " Claude Duval," " The Wild Rover of the West Indies," and the cheap biographies of such men as Murrell. Small found him with his imagination inflamed by the history of such heroes, and opened to him the path to glory for which he longed. The whole morning after Ralph's arrest Bud was working on Walter's conscience and his fears. The poor fellow, unable to act for himself, was torn asunder between the old ascendency of Small and the new ascendency of Bud Means. Bud finally frightened him, by the fear of the penitentiary, into going to the place of trial. But once inside the door, and once in sight of Small, who was more to him than God, or, rather, more to him than the devil for the devil was Walter's God, or, perhaps, I should say, Walter's God was a devil once in sight of Small, he refused to move an inch farther. And Bud, after all his perseverance, was about to give up in sheer despair. Fortunately, just at that moment Small's desire to relieve himself from the taint of suspicion and to crush Ralph as completely as possible, made him 256 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. overshoot the mark by asking that Walter be called to the stand, as we have before recounted. He knew that he had no tool so supple as the cowardly Walter. In the very language of the request, he had given Walter an intimation of what he wanted him to swear to. Walter listened to Small's words as to his doom. He felt that he should die of inde cision. The perdition of a man of his stamp is to have to make up his mind. Such men generally fall back on some one more positive, and take all their resolutions ready-made. But here Walter must decide for himself. For the constable was already calling his name; the court, the spectators, and, most of all, Dr. Small, were waiting for him. He moved forward mechanically through the dense crowd. Bud following part of the way to whisper, "Tell the truth or go to penitentiary." Walter shook and shivered at this. The witness with diffi culty held up his hand long enough to be sworn. " Please tell the court," said Bronson, " whether you know anything of the whereabouts of Dr. Small on the night of the robbery at Peter Schroe- der's" Small had detected Walter's agitation, and, tak ing alarm, had edged his way around so as to stand Cull irv Walter's sight, and there, with keen, mag netic eye on the weak orbs of the young man, he THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 257 was able to assume his old position, and sway the fellow absolutely. " On the night of the robbery " Walter's voice was weak, but he seemed to be reading his answer out of Small's eyes " on the night of the robbery Dr. Small came home before " here the witness stopped and shook and shivered again. For Bud, detecting the effect of Small's gaze, had pushed his great hulk in front of Small, and had fastened his eyes on Walter with a look that said, " Tell the truth or go to penitentiary." "I can't, I can't. O God! What shall I do?" the witness exclaimed, answering the look of Bud. For it seemed to him that Bud had spoKen. To the people and the court this agitation was inex plicable. Squire Hawkins's wig got awrv. his glass eye turned in toward his nose, and he had great difficulty in keeping his teeth from falling out. The excitement became painfully intense. Ralph was on his feet, looking at the witness, and feeling that somehow Bud and Dr. Small his good angel and his demon were playing an awful game, or which he was the stake. The crowd swayed to and fro, but remained utterly silent, waiting to hear the least whisper from the witness, who stood trembling a moment with his hands over his face, ana men fainted. THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. The fainting of a person in a crowd is a signal ior everybody else to make fools of themselves. There was a rush toward the fainting man, there was a cry for water. Everybody asked everybody else to open the window, and everybody wished everybody else to stand back and give him air. But nobody opened the window, and nobody stood back. The only perfectly cool man in the room was Small. With a quiet air of professional au thority he pushed forward and felt the patient's pulse, remarking to the court that he thought i'c was a sudden attack of fever with delirium. When Walter revived, Dr. Small would have removed aim, but Ralph insisted that his testimony should oe heard. Under pretense of watching his patient, 5mall kept close to him. And Walter began the aame old story about Dr. Small's having arrived at the office before eleven o'clock, when Bud came up behind the doctor and fastened his eyes on the witness with the same significant look, and Walter, with visions of the penitentiary before him halted, stammered, and seemed about to faint again. " If the court please," said Bronson, " this witness is evidently intimidated by that stout young man," pointing to Bud. " I have seen him twice interrupt witness's testimony by casting threatening looks at THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 259 him. I trust the court will have him removed from the court-room." After a few moments' consultation, during which Squire Hawkins held his wig in place with one hand and alternately adjusted his eye and his spec tacles with the other, the magistrates, who were utterly bewildered by the turn things were taking, decided that it could do no harm, and that it was best to try the experiment of removing Bud. Per- haps Johnson would then be able to get through with his testimony. The constable therefore asked Bud if he would please leave the room. Bud cast one last look at the witness and walked out like a captive bear. Ralph stood watching the receding form of Bud. The emergency had made him as cool as Small ever was. Bud stopped at the door, where he was completely out of sight of the witness, concealed by the excited spectators, who stood on the benches to see what was going on in front. " The witness will please proceed," said Bronson. " If the court please " it was Ralph who spoke " I believe I have as much at stake in this trial as any one. That witness is evidently intimidated. But not by Mr. Means. I ask that Dr. Small be removed out of sight of the witness." "A most extraordinary request, truly." This 260 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. was what Small's bland countenance said; he did not open his lips. " It's no more than fair," said Squire Hawkins, adjusting his wig, " that the witness be relieved of everything that anybody might think affects his veracity in this matter." Dr. Small, giving Walter one friendly, appealing look, moved back by the door, and stood alongside Bud, as meek, quiet, and disinterested as any man in the house. " The witness will now proceed with his testi mony." This time it was Squire Hawkins who spoke. Bronson had been attacked with a suspi cion that this witness was not just what he wanted, and had relapsed into silence. Walter's struggle was by no means ended by the disappearance of Small and Bud. There came the recollection of his mother's stern face a face which had never been a motive toward the right, but only a goad to deception. What would she say if he should confess? Just as he had recovered himself, and was about to repeat the old lie which had twice died upon his lips at the sight of Bud's look, he caught sight of another face, which made him trem ble again. It was the lofty and terrible counte nance of Mr. Soden. One might have thought, from the expression it wore, that the seven last THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 261 vials were in his hands, the seven apocalyptic trum pets waiting for his lips, and the seven thunders sitting upon his eyebrows. The moment that Walter saw him he smelled the brimstone on his own garments, he felt himself upon the crumbling brink of the precipice, with perdition below him. Now I am sure that " Brother Sodoms " were not made wholly in vain. There are plenty of mean- spirited men like Walter Johnson, whose feeble con sciences need all the support they can get from the fear of perdition, and who are incapable of any other conception of it than a coarse and materialis tic one. Let us set it down to the credit of Brother Sodom, with his stiff stock, his thunderous face, and his awful walk, that his influence over Walter was on the side of truth. " Please proceed,* said Squire Hawkins to Walter The Squire's wig lay on one side, he had forgotten to adjust his eye, and he leaned forward, tremulous with interest. "Well, then," said Walter, looking not at the court nor at Bronson nor at the prisoner, but fur tively at Mr. Soden " well, then, if I must " and Mr. Soden's awful face seemed to answer that he surely must "well, then, I hope you won't send me to prison" this to Squire Hawkins, whose face reassured him " but, oh ! I don't see how I can ! " 262 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. But one look at Mr. Soden assured him that he could and that he must, and so, with an agony painful to the spectators, he told the story in drib lets. How, while yet in Lewisburg, he had been made a member of a gang of which Small was chief ; how they concealed from him the names of all the band except six, of whom the Joneses and Small were three. Here there was a scuffle at the door. The court demanded silence. " Dr. Small's trying to git out, plague take him," said Bud, who stood with his back planted against the door. " I'd like the court to send and git his trunk afore he has a chance to burn up all the papers that's in it." " Constable, you will arrest Dr. Small, Peter Jones, and William Jones. Send two deputies to bring Small's trunk into court," said Squire Under wood. The prosecuting attorney was silent. Walter then told of the robbery at Schroeder's, told where he and Small had whittled the fence while the Joneses entered the house, and confirmed Ralph's story by telling how they had seen Ralph in a fence-corner, and how they had met the basket- maker on the hill. " To be sure," said the old man, who had not THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 263 ventured to hold up his head, after he was arrested, until Walter began his testimony. Walter felt inclined to stop, but he could not do it, for there stood Mr. Soden, looking to him like a messenger from the skies, or the bottomless pit, sent to extort the last word from his guilty soul. He felt that he was making a clean breast of it at the risk of perdition, with the penitentiary thrown in, if he faltered. And so he told the whole thing as though it had been the day of doom, and by the time he was through, Small's trunk was in court. Here a new hubbub took place at the door. It was none other than the crazy pauper, Tom Bifield, who personated General Andrew Jackson in the poor-house. He had caught some inkling of the trial, and had escaped in Bill Jones's absence. His red plume was flying, and in his tattered and filthy garb he was indeed a picturesque figure. " Squar," said he, elbowing his way through the crowd, " I kin tell you somethin*. I'm Gineral Andrew Jackson. Lost my head at Bueny Visty. This head growed on. It a'n't good fer much. One side's tater. But t'other's sound as a nut. ' Now, I kind give you information." Bronson, with the quick perceptions of a politi cian, had begun to see which way future winds 264 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. would probably blow. " If the court please," he said, "this man is not wholly sane, but we might get valuable information out of him. I suggest that his testimony be taken for what it is worth." " No, you don't swar me," broke in the lunatic. " Not if I knows myself. You see, when a feller's got one side of his head tater, he's mighty onsartain like. You don't swar me, fer I can't tell what minute the tater side'll begin to talk. I'm talkin' out of the lef side now, and I'm all right. But you don't swar me. But ef you'll send some of your constables out to the barn at the pore-house and look under the hay-mow in the north-east cor ner, you'll find some things maybe as has been a-missin' fer some time. And that a'n't out of the tater side, nuther." Meantime Bud did not rest. Hearing the nature of the testimony given by Hank Banta before he entered, he attacked Hank and vowed he'd send him to prison if he didn't make a clean breast. Hank was a thorough coward, and, now that his friends were prisoners, was ready enough to tell the truth if he could be protected from prosecution. Seeing the disposition of the prosecuting attorney, Bud got from him a promise that he would do what he could to protect Hank. That worthy then took the stand, confessed his lie, and even told the in- THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 265 ducement which Mr. Pete Jones had offered him to perjure himself. " To be sure," said Pearson. Squire Hawkins, turning his right eye upon him, while the left looked at the ceiling, said : " Be care ful, Mr. Pearson, or I shall have to punish you for contempt." " Why, Squar, I didn't know 'twas any sin to hev a healthy contemp' fer sech a thief as Jones! " The Squire looked at Mr. Pearson severely, and the latter, feeling that he had committed some offense without knowing it, subsided into silence. Bronson now had a keen sense of the direction of the gale. " If the court please," said he, " I have tried to do my duty in this case. It was my duty to pros ecute Mr. Hartsook, however much I might feel assured that he was innocent, and that he would be able to prove his innocence. I now enter a nolle in his case and that of John Pearson, and I ask that this court adjourn until to-morrow, in order to give me time to examine the evidence in the case of the other parties under arrest. I am proud to think that my efforts have been the means of sifting the matter to the bottom, of freeing Mr. Hartsook from suspicion, and of detecting the real criminals." . 266 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. " Ugh ! " said Mr. Pearson, who conceived a great dislike to Bronson. " The court," said Squire Hawkins, " congratu- lates Mr. Hartsook on his triumphant acquittal. He is discharged from the bar of this court, and from the bar of public sentiment, without a suspi cion of guilt. Constable, discharge Ralph Hartsook and John Pearson." Old Jack Means, who had always had a warm side for the master, now proposed three cheers for Mr. Hartsook, and they were given with a will by the people who would have hanged him an hour before. Mrs. Means gave it as her opinion that "Jack Means allers wuz a fool! " "This court," said Dr. Underwood, "has one other duty to perform before adjourning for the day. Recall Hannah Thomson." " I jist started her on ahead to git supper and milk the cows," said Mrs. Means. " A'n't a-goin' to have her loafin' here all day." " Constable, recall her. This court can not ad journ until she returns! " Hannah had gone but a little way, and was soon in the presence of the court, trembling for fear of some new calamity. " Hannah Thomson " it was Squire Underwood THE TRIAL CONCLUDED. 267 who spoke " Hannah Thomson, this court wishes to ask you one or two questions." "Yes, sir," but her voice died to a whisper. " How old did you say you were ? " " Eighteen, sir, last October." *' Can you prove your age ? " " Yes, sir by my mother." " For how long are you bound to Mr. Means ? " "Till I'm twenty-one." " This court feels in duty bound to inform you that, according to the laws of Indiana, a woman is of age at eighteen, and as no indenture could be made binding after you had reached your majority, you are the victim of a deception. You are free, and if it can be proven that you have been de frauded by a willful deception, a suit for damages will lie." "Ugh!" said Mrs. Means. "You're a purty court, a'n't you, Dr. Underwood ? " " Be careful, Mrs. Means, or I shall have to fine you for contempt of court." But the people, who were in the cheering humor, cheered Hannah and the justices, and then cheered Ralph again. Granny Sanders shook hands with him, and allers knowed he'd come out right. It allers 'peared like as if Dr. Small warn't jist the sort to tie to, you know. And old John Pearson 268 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. went home, after drinking two or three glasses of Welch's whisky, keeping time to an imaginary tri. umphal march, and feeling prouder than he had ever felt since he fit the Britishers under Scott at Lundy's Lane. He told his wife that the master had jist knocked the hind-sights offen that air young lawyer from Lewisburg. Walter was held to bail that he might appear as a witness, and Ralph might have sent his aunt a Roland for an Oliver. But he only sent a note to his uncle, asking him to go Walter's bail. If he had been resentful, he could not have wished for a complete revenge than the day had brought. CHAPTER XXXII. AFTER THE BATTLE. NOTHING can be more demoralizing in the long run than lynch law. And yet lynch law often orig inates in a burst of generous indignation which is not willing to suffer a bold oppressor to escape by means of corrupt and cowardly courts. It is oftener born of fear. Both motives powerfully agitated the people of the region round about Clifty as night drew on after Ralph's acquittal. They were justly indignant that Ralph had been made the victim of such a conspiracy, and they were frightened at the unseen danger to the community from such a band as that of Small's. It was certain that they did not know the full extent of the danger as yet. And what Small might do with a jury, or what Pete Jones might do with a sheriff, was a question. I must not detain the reader to tell how the mob rose. Nobody knows how such things come about. Their origin is as inexplicable as that of an earth quake. But, at any rate, a rope was twice put round Small's neck during that night, and both 360 2/0 THE HOOSIER SCHOOLMASTER. times Small was saved only by the nerve and ad dress of Ralph, who had learned how unjust mob law may be. As for Small, he neither trembled when they were ready to hang him, nor looked re lieved when he was saved, nor showed the slightest flush of penitence or gratitude. He bore himself in a quiet, gentlemanly way throughout, like the admirable villain that he was. He waived a preliminary examination the next day; his father went his bail, and he forfeited bail and disappeared from the county and from the horizon of my story. Two reports concerning Small have been in circulation one that he was running a faro-bank in San Francisco, the other that he was curing consumption in New York by some quack process. If this latter were true, it would leave it an open question whether Ralph did well to save him from the gallows. Pete Jones and Bill, as usually happens to the rougher villains, went to prison, and when their terms had expired moved to Pike County, Missouri. But it is about Hannah that you wish to hear, and that I wish to tell. She went straight from the court room to Flat Creek, climbed to her cham ber, packed in a handkerchief all her earthly goods, consisting chiefly of a few family relics, and turned her back on the house of Means forever. At the AFTER THE BATTLE. 27! gate she met the old woman, who shook her fist in the girl's face and gave her a parting benediction in the words: "You mis'able, ongrateful critter you, go 'long. I'm glad to be shed of you!" At the barn she met Bud, and he told her good-by with a little huskiness in his voice, while a tear glistened in her eyes. Bud had been a friend in need, and such a friend one does not leave without a pang. " Where are you going ? Can I " " No, no ! " And with that she hastened on, afraid that Bud would offer to hitch up the roan colt. And she did not want to add to his domestic unhappiness by compromising him in that way. It was dusk and was raining when she left. The hours were long, the road was lonely, and after the revelations of that day it did not seem wholly safe. But from the moment that she found herself free, her heart had been ready to break with an impa tient homesickness. What though there might be robbers in the woods ? What though there were ten rough miles to travel ? What though the rain was in her face ? What though she had not tasted food since the morning of that exciting day ? Flat Creek and bondage were behind; freedom, mother, Shocky, and home were before her, and her feet grew lighter with the thought. And if she needed any other joy, it was to know that the master was 2/2 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. clear. And he would come ? And so she traversed the weary distance, and so she inquired and found the house, the beautiful, homely old house of beau tiful, homely old Nancy Sawyer, and knocked, and was admitted, and fell down, faint and weary, at her blind mother's feet, and laid her tired head in her mother's lap and wept and wept like a child, and said, "O mother! I'm free! I'm free!" while the mother's tears baptized her face, and the mother's trembling fingers combed out her tresses. And Shocky stood by her and cried: "I knowed God wouldn't forget you, Hanner!" Hannah was ready now to do anything by which she could support her mother and Shocky. She was strong, and inured to toil. She was willing and cheerful, and she would gladly have gone to service if by that means she could have supported the family. And, for that matter her mother was already able nearly to support herself by her knit ting. But Hannah had been carefully educated when young, and at that moment the old public schools were being organized into a graded school, and the good minister, who shall be nameless, be cause he is, perhaps, still living in Indiana, and who in Methodist parlance was called "the preacher- in-charge of Lewisburg Station " this good minis ter and Miss Nancy Sawyer got Hannah a place as AFTER THE BATTLE. 2/3 teacher in the primary department. And then a little house with four rooms was rented, and a little, a very little furniture was put into it, and the old, sweet home was established again. The father was gone, never to come back again. But the rest were here. And somehow Hannah kept waiting for somebody else to come. CHAPTER XXXIII. INTO THE LIGHT. FOR two weeks longer Ralph taught at the Flat Creek school-house. He was everybody's hero. And he was Bud's idol. He did what he could to get Bud and Martha together, and though Bud always " saw her safe home " after this, and called on her every Sunday evening, yet, to save his life, he could not forget his big fists and his big feet long enough to s- y what he most wanted to say, and what Martha most wanted him to say. At the end of two weeks Ralph found himself exceedingly weary of Flat Creek, and exceedingly glad to hear from Mr. Means that the school-money had "gin out." It gave him a good excuse to re turn to Lewisburg, where his heart and his treasure were. A certain sense of delicacy had kept him from writing to Hannah just yet. When he got to Lewisburg he had good news. His uncle, ashamed of his previous neglect, and perhaps with an eye to his nephew's growing popu larity, had got him the charge of the grammar de- INTO THE LIGHT. 2/5 partment in the new graded school in the village. So he quietly arranged to board at a boarding- house. His aunt could not have him about, of which fact he was very glad. She could not but feel, she said, that he might have taken better care of Walter than he did, when they were only four miles apart. He did not hasten to call on Hannah. Why should he ? He sent her a message, of no conse quence in itself, by Nancy Sawyer. Then he took possession of his school; and then, on the evening of the first day of school, he went, as he had ap pointed to himself, to see Hannah Thomson. And she, with some sweet presentiment, had got things ready r y fixing up the scantily-furnished room as well as she ":ould. And Miss Nancy Sawyer, who had seen Ralph that afternoon, had guessed that he was going to see Hannah. It's wonderful how much enjoyment a generous heart can get out of the happiness of others. Is not that what He meant when he said of such as Miss Sawyer that they should have a hundred-fold in this life for all their sacrifices? Did not Miss Nancy enjoy a hundred weddings and have the love of five hun dred children ? And so Miss Nancy just happened over at Mrs. Thomson's humble home, and, just in the most matter-of-course way, asked that lady 2/6 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. and Shocky to come over to her house. Shocky wanted Hannah to come too. But Hannah blushed a little, and said that she would rather not. And when she was left alone, Hannah fixed her hair two or three times, and swept the hearth, and moved the chairs first one way and then another, and did a good many other needless things. Need less : for a lover, if he be a lover, does not see furni- - ture or dress. And then she sat down by the fire, and tried to sew, and tried to look unconcerned, and tried to feel unconcerned, and tried not to expect anybody, and tried to make her 4ieart keep still. And tried in vain. For a gentle rap at the door sent her pulse up twenty beats a minute an^ made her face burn. And Hartsook was for the fix st time, abashed in the presence of Hannah. For the oppressed girl had, in two weeks, blossomed out into the full blown woman. And Ralph sat down by the fire, and talked of his school and her school, and everything else but what he wanted to talk about. And then the con versation drifted back to Flat Creek, and to the walk through the pasture, and to the box-elder tree, and to the painful talk in the lane. And Hannah begged to be forgiven, and Ralph laughed at the idea that she had done anything wrong. And she INTO THE LIGHT. 277 praised his goodness to Shocky, and he drew her little note out of But I agreed not tell you where he kept it. And then she blushed, and he told how the note had sustained him, and how her white face kept up his courage in his flight down the bed of Clifty Creek. And he sat a little nearer, to show her the note that he had carried in his bosom 1 have told it ! And but I must not proceed. A love-scene, ever so beautiful in itself, will not bear telling. And so I shall leave a little gap just here, which you may fill up as you please. . . . Somehow, they never knew how, they got to talking about the future instead of the past, after that, and to planning their two lives as one life. And . . . And when Miss Nancy and Mrs. Thom son returned later in the evening, Ralph was stand ing by the mantel-piece, but Shocky noticed that his chair was close to Hannah's. And good Miss Nancy Sawyer looked in Hannah's face and was happy. CHAPTER XXXIV. "HOW IT CAME OUT." WE are all children in reading stories. We want more than all else to know how it all came out at the end, and, if our taste is not perverted, we like it to come out well. For my part, ever since I be gan to write this story, I have been anxious to know how it was going to come out. Well, there were very few invited. It took place at ten in the morning. The " preacher-in-charge " came, of course. Miss Nancy Sawyer was there. But Ralph's uncle was away, and Aunt Matilda had a sore throat and couldn't come. Perhaps the memory of the fact that she had refused Mrs. Thomson, the pauper, a bed for two nights, affected her throat. But Miss Nancy and her sister were there, and the preacher. And that was all, besides the family, and Bud and Martha. Of course Bud and Martha came. And driving Martha to a wed ding in a " jumper " was the one opportunity Bud needed. His hands were busy, his big boots were out of sight, and it was so easy to slip from Ralph's 278 "HOW IT CAME OUT." 279 love affair to his own, that Bud somehow, in pulling Martha Hawkins's shawl about her, stammered out half a proposal, which Martha, generous soul, took for the wh?b ceremony, and accepted. And Bud was so happy that Ralph guessed from his face and voice that the agony was over, and Bud was be trothed at last to the " gal as was a gal." And after Ralph and Hannah were married there was no trip, Ralph only changed his boarding- place and became head of the house at Mrs. Thom son's thereafter after it was all over, Bud came to Mr. Hartsook, and, snickering just a little, said as how as him and Martha had fixed it all up, and now they wanted to ax his advice; and Martha, proud but blushing, came up and nodded assent. Bud said as how as he hadn't got no book-larnin* nor nothin', and as how as he wanted to be some- thin', and put in his best licks fer Him, you know. And that Marthy, she was of the same way of thinkin', and that was a blessin'. And the Squire was a-goin' to marry agin', and Marthy would ruther vacate. And his mother and Mirandy was sech as he wouldn't take no wife to. And he thought as how Mr. Hartsook might think of some way or some place where he and Marthy mout make a livin' fer the present, and put in their best licks fer Him, you know. 280 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. Ralph thought a moment. He was about to make an allusion to Hercules and the Augean sta bles, but he remembered that Bud would not un derstand it, though it might remind Martha of some thing she had seen at the East, the time she was to Bosting. " Bud, my dear friend," said Ralph, " it looks a little hard to ask you to take a new wife " here Bud looked admiringly at Martha "to the poor- house. But I don't know anywhere where you can do so much good for Christ as by taking charge of that place, and I can get the appointment for you. The new commissioners want just such a man." " What d'ye say, Marthy ? " said Bud. " Why, somebody ought to do for the poor, and I should like to do it" And so Hercules cleaned the Augean stables. And so my humble, homely Hoosier story of twenty years ago ' draws to a close, and not without vegret I take leave of Ralph and Hannah; and Shocky, and Bud, and Martha, and Miss Nancy, and of my readers. P. S. A copy of the Lewisburg Jeffersonian came into my hands to-day, and I see by its col umns that Ralph Hartsook is principal of the Lew- 1 Wrjjtgp in "HOW IT CAME OUT." 28l isburg Academy. It took me some time, however, to make out that the sheriff of the county, Mr. Israel W. Means, was none other than my old friend Bud, of the Church of the Best Licks. I was almost as much puzzled over his name as I was when I saw an article in a city paper, by Prof. W. J. Thomson, on Poor-Houses. 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