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Susan Warner

“I don’t understand—­”

“No,” said Fleda, whose amusement seemed to be increased by the gentleman’s want of understanding,—­“and neither did we till we came up to him.  The silly fellow had been sent up for more wood, and splitting a log he had put his hand in to keep the cleft, instead of a wedge, and when he took out the axe the wood pinched him; and he had the fate of Milo before his eyes, I suppose, and could do nothing but roar.  You should have seen the supreme indignation with which Barby took the axe and released him with ‘You’re a smart man, Mr. Skillcorn!’”

“What was the fate of Milo?” said Mr. Olmney presently.

“Don’t you remember,—­the famous wrestler that in his old age trying to break open a tree found himself not strong enough; and the wood closing upon his hands held him fast till the wild beasts came and made an end of him.  The figure of our unfortunate wood-cutter though, was hardly so dignified as that of the old athlete in the statue.—­Dr. Quackenboss, and Mr. Douglass,—­you will come in and see us when this troublesome business is done?”

“It’ll be a pretty spell yet,” said Earl;—­“but the doctor, he can go in,—­he ha’n’t nothin’ to do.  It don’t take more’n half a dozen men to keep one pot a bilin’.”

“Ain’t there ten on ’em, Mr. Douglass?” said Philetus.

Chapter XXVIII.

  He that has light within his own clear breast,
  May sit i’ the centre and enjoy bright day.

  Milton.

The farming plan succeeded beyond Fleda’s hopes; thanks not more to her wisdom than to the nice tact with which the wisdom was brought into play.  The one was eked out with Seth Plumfield’s; the other was all her own.  Seth was indefatigably kind and faithful.  After his own day’s work was done he used to walk down to see Fleda, go with her often to view the particular field or work just then in question, and give her the best counsel dictated by great sagacity and great experience.  It was given too with equal frankness and intelligence, so that Fleda knew the steps she took and could maintain them against the prejudice or the ignorance of her subordinates.  But Fleda’s delicate handling stood her yet more in stead than her strength.  Earl Douglass was sometimes unmanageable, and held out in favour of an old custom or a prevailing opinion in spite of all the weight of testimony and light of discovery that could be brought to bear upon him.  Fleda would let the thing go.  But seizing her opportunity another time she would ask him to try the experiment, on a piece of the ground; so pleasantly and skilfully that Earl could do nothing but shut his mouth and obey, like an animal fairly stroked into good humour.  And as Fleda always forgot to remind him that she had been right and he wrong, he forgot it too, and presently took to the new way kindly.  In other matters he could be depended on, and the seed-time and harvest prospered well.  There was hope of making a good payment to Dr. Gregory in the course of a few months.

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