Poor Man's Rock eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 335 pages of information about Poor Man's Rock.

Poor Man's Rock eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 335 pages of information about Poor Man's Rock.
this place came into my hands at little more cost than the taking.  It has proved a refuge to me, a stronghold against all comers, against all misfortune.  I have spent much labor on it, and most of it has been a labor of love.  It has begun to grow valuable.  In years to come it will be of far greater value.  I had hoped to pass it on to you intact, unencumbered, an inheritance of some worth.  Land, you will eventually discover, Johnny, is the basis of everything.  A man may make a fortune in industry, in the market.  He turns to land for permanence, stability.  All that is sterling in our civilization has its foundation in the soil.

      Out of this land of ours, which I have partially and
      half-heartedly reclaimed from the wilderness, you should derive
      a comfortable livelihood, and your children after you.

But I am afraid I must forego that dream and you, my son, your inheritance.  It has slipped away from me.  How this has come about I wish to make clear to you, so that you will not feel unkindly toward me that you must face the world with no resources beyond your own brain and a sound young body.  If it happens that the war ends soon and you come home while I am still alive to welcome you, we can talk this over man to man.  But, as I said, my heart is bad.  I may not be here.  So I am writing all this for you to read.  There are many things which you should know—­or at least which I should like you to know.

      Thirty years ago—­

Donald MacRae’s real communication to his son began at that point in the long ago when the Gull outsailed his sloop and young Horace Gower, smarting with jealousy, struck that savage blow with a pike pole at a man whose fighting hands were tied by a promise.  Bit by bit, incident by incident, old Donald traced out of a full heart and bitter memories all the passing years for his son to see and understand.  He made Elizabeth Morton, the Morton family, Horace Gower and the Gower kin stand out in bold relief.  He told how he, Donald MacRae, a nobody from nowhere, for all they knew, adventuring upon the Pacific Coast, questing carelessly after fortune, had fallen in love with this girl whose family, with less consideration for her feelings and desires than for mutual advantages of land and money and power, favored young Gower and saw nothing but impudent presumption in MacRae.

Young Jack sat staring into the coals, seeing much, understanding more.  It was all there in those written pages, a powerful spur to a vivid imagination.

No MacRae had ever lain down unwhipped.  Nor had Donald MacRae, his father.  Before his bruised face had healed—­and young Jack remembered well the thin white scar that crossed his father’s cheek bone—­Donald MacRae was again pursuing his heart’s desire.  But he was forestalled there.  He had truly said to Elizabeth Morton that she would never have another chance.  By force or persuasion or whatsoever means were necessary they had married her out of hand to Horace Gower.

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