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just as I remembered them； just as I had dreamed of them a thousand times。 And … when I went by the gate Bony … my old dog … came out and barked at … me and I spoke to him and he knew me and came and licked my hands； rubbing upon my leg。 I sat down with him there by the stone wall and … the kiss of that old dog … the first token of love I had known for years' called back the dead and all that had been his。 I put my arms about his … neck and was near crying out with joy。
'Then I stole up to the house and looked in at a window。 There sat father； at a table； reading his paper； and a little girl was on her knees by mother saying her prayers。 He stopped a moment； covering his eyes with his handkerchief。
'That was Hope；'I whispered。
'That was Hope；'he went on。 'All the king's oxen could not have dragged me out of Faraway then。 Late at night I went off into the woods。 The old dog followed to stay with me until he died。 If it had not been for him I should have been hopeless。 I had with me enough to eat for a time。 We found a cave in a big ledge over back of Bull Pond。 Its mouth was covered with briars。 It had a big room and a stream of cold water trickling through a crevice。 I made it my home and a fine place it was … cool in summer and warm in winter。 I caught a cub panther that fall and a baby coon。 They grew up with me there and were the only friends I had after Bony； except Uncle Eb。
'Uncle Eb！'I exclaimed。
'You know how I met him；'he continued。 'Well； he won my confidence。 I told him my history。 I came into the clearing almost every night。 Met him often。 He tried to persuade me to come back to my people； but I could not do it。 I was insane； I feared something … I did not know what。 Sometimes I doubted even my own identity。 Many a summer night I sat talking for hours； with Uncle Eb； at the foot of Lone Pine。 O； he was like a father to me！ God knows what I should have done without him。 Well； I stuck to my life； or rather to my death； O … there in the woods … getting fish out of the brooks and game out of the forest； and milk out of the cows in the pasture。 Sometimes I went through the woods to the store at Tifton for flour and pork。 One night Uncle Eb told me if I would go out among men to try my hand at some sort of business he would start me with a thousand dollars。 Well； I did … it。 I had also a hundred dollars of my own。 I came through the woods afoot。 Bought fashionable clothing at Utica； and came to the big city' you know the rest。 Among men my fear has left me； so I wonder at it。 I am a debtor to love … the love of Uncle Eb and that of a noble woman I shall soon marry。 It has made me whole and brought me back to my own people。
'And everybody knew he was innocent the day after he left；'said David。
'Three cheers for Uncle Eb！'I demanded。
And we gave them。
'1 declare！'said he。 'In all my born days never see sech fun。 It's tree…menjious！ I tell ye。 Them 'et takes care uv others ll be took care uv … 'less they do it o'purpose。
And when the rest of us had gone to bed Uncle Eb sat awhile by the fire with David。 Late at night he came upstairs with his candle。 He came over to my bed on tiptoe to see if I were awake； holding the candle above my head。 I was worn out and did not open my eyes。 He sat down snickering。
'Tell ye one thing； Dave Brower；'he whispered to himself as he drew off his boots； 'when some folks calls ye a fool 's a purty good sign ye ain't。
Chapter 45
Since that day I have seen much coming and going。
We are now the old folks … Margaret and Nehemiah and Hope and I。 Those others； with their rugged strength； their simple ways； their undying youth； are of the past。 The young folks … they are a new kind of people。 It gives us comfort to think they will never have to sing in choirs or 'pound the rock'for board money； but I know it is the worse luck for them。 They are a fine lot of young men and women … comely and well…mannered … but they will not be the pathfinders of the future。 What with balls and dinners and clubs and theatres； they find too great a solace in the rear rank。
Nearly twenty years after that memorable Christmas； coming from Buffalo to New York one summer morning； my thoughts went astray in the north country。 The familiar faces； the old scenes came trooping by and that very day I saw the sun set in Hillsborough as I had often those late years。
Mother was living in the old home； alone； with a daughter of Grandma Bisnette。 It was her wish to live and die under that roof。 She cooked me a fine supper； with her own hands； and a great anxiety to please me。
'Come Willie！'said she； as if I were a small boy again； 'you fill the woodbox an'I ll git supper ready。 Lucindy； you clear out；'she said to the hired girl； good…naturedly。 'You dunno how t'cook for him。
I filled the woodbox and brought a pail of water and while she was frying the ham and eggs read to her part of a speech I had made in Congress。 Before thousands I had never felt more elation。 At last I was sure of winning her applause。 The little bent figure stood； thoughtfully； turning the ham and eggs。 She put the spider aside； to stand near me； her hands upon her hips。 There was a mighty pride in her face when I had finished。
I rose and she went and looked out of the window。
'Grand！'she murmured； wiping her eyes with the corner of her handkerchief。
'Glad you like it；'I said； with great satisfaction。
'O； the speech！'she answered； her elbow resting on the windowr sash； her hand supporting her head。 'I liked it very well … but … but I was thinking of the sunset。 How beautiful it is。
I was weary after my day of travel and went early to bed there in my old room。 I left her finishing a pair of socks she had been knitting for me。 Lying in bed； I could hear the creak of her chair and the low sung； familiar words：
'On the other side of Jordan； In the sweet fields of Eden； Where the tree of life is blooming； There is rest for you。
Late at rnght she came into my room with a candle。 I heard her come softly to the bed where she stood a moment leaning over me。 Then she drew the quilt about my shoulder with a gentle hand。
'Poor little orphan！'said she； in a whisper that trembled。 She was thinking of my childhood … of her own happier days。
Then she went away and I heard； in the silence； a ripple of measureless waters。
Next morning I took flowers and strewed them on the graves of David and Uncle Eb； there； Hope and I go often to sit for half a summer day above those perished forms； and think of the old time and of those last words of my venerable friend now graven on his tombstone：
I AIN'T AFRAID。 'SHAMED O'NUTHIN'I EVER DONE。 ALWUSS KEP'MY TUGS TIGHT； NEVER SWORE 'LESS 'TWAS NECESSARY； NEVER KETCHED A FISH BIGGER 'N 'TWAS ER LIED 'N A HOSS TRADE ER SHED A TEAR I DIDN'T HEV TO。 NEVER CHEATED ANYBODY BUT EBEN HOLDEN。 GOIN'OFF SOMEWHERES； BILL DUNNO THE WAY NUTHER DUNNO 'F IT'S EAST ER WEST ER NORTH ER SOUTH； ER ROAD ER TRAIL； BUT I AIN'T AFRAID。
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