Outpost eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about Outpost.

Outpost eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about Outpost.

“Do you ever have any trouble from wild beasts in that region?” asked the chaplain.

“Waal, some.  There’s lots of b’ar about by spells; and once’t in a while a painter or a wild-cat-wolverines, some calls ’em out here.”

“Did you ever meet one yourself?”

“Which on ’em?”

“Either.  Bears, for instance.”

“Yes, sir.  I’ve took b’ar ever since I wor old enough to set a trap.”

“Did you ever have any trouble with one?”

“Waal, I don’ know as I did.  They was mostly pooty ’commodatin’,” said Seth, drawing the back of his brown hand across his mouth to hide a self-complacent grin at the recollection of his own exploits.

“Tell Mr. Brown ’bout the painter and Uncle ’Siah’s Harnah,” suggested Mehitable in a low voice; and as Seth only stirred in his chair, and looked rather reprovingly at his wife, the guest added,—­

“Yes, Mr. Ross, tell us that, by all means.”

“Ho! ’twa’n’t much of a story; only the woman thinks consid’able about it, ’cause it wor a cousin of ourn that wor took off.”

“Indeed! and what were the circumstances?” politely insisted Mr. Brown.  So Seth, tilting his chair upon its hind-legs, and crossing his own, stuck his chin into the air; fixed his eyes upon the ceiling, and began, in the inimitable nasal whining voice of a Down-East Yankee, the story narrated in the following chapter.

CHAPTER XXXII.

The painter and uncleSiah’s Harnah.

When father settled up nigh the head-waters of the Penobscot, folks said we’d have to be mighty car’ful, or some o’ the young ones would tumble over the jumping-off-place, we’d got so nigh.  But Uncle ’Siah went right along, and took up land furder on, whar there wa’n’t nothing but hemlock-trees and chipmunks for company, and no passing to keep the women-folks running to the winders.  Thar was a good road cut through the woods, and there was the river run within a stone’s-throw of both houses:  so, one way and another, we got back’ards and for’ards consid’able often, ’specially when the young folks begun to grow up.

“Harnah wor Uncle ’Siah’s second gal, and just as pooty as a picter.  She looked suthin’ like Dolcy, Dora’s little adopted darter, you know:  but she wor alluz a-larfin’, and gitting off her jokes; and had a sort of a wicked look by spells, enough to make a feller’s flesh creep on his bones.”

“Lor’, that’s enough o’ Harnah!  She wa’n’t so drefful different from other folks.  Git along to the story part on’t,” interrupted Mehitable, clicking her knitting-needles energetically.

Seth looked at her a little indignantly for a moment, and then burst into a loud laugh,—­

“Lor’!  I’d clear forgot how it used ter spite Hit to hear me praise up Harnah.  You see, sir, Mehitabul wor a sort o’ cousin o’ my mother’s, and so come to live long of us when her father died:  but she never cottoned to Harnah very strong when she see how well I liked her; though, now she’s got me for her own man, I’d think”—­

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