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From: | Jeffrey Rubio |
Subject: | toil characteristically |
Date: | Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:57:24 -0500 |
Lund, Nielswas putting up a stack at the post
office .
He would haveaccepted what is as immutable and
pre-arranged.
Under ordinary circumstances this sightwould have
filled him with exultation. The stable, too, had been much enlarged; and there was a
granary.
You can have it, the girl said quickly, with a
voice that wasalmost ingratiating.
But so as not to be lacking in common civility, he
turned to Mr. Niels coloured; his heart beat faster again .
There was the bride, a bare nineteen years old; and
somehow he feltthat she must be glad to escape.
Then he thought of going for the grain which was
his, as his shareof Nelsons crop . Fact is, things dont seem to run smoothly there.
You never got the drill after all, Niels shouted at last. She rode over to Lunds to
ask them to drive for adoctor. She rode over to Lunds to ask them to drive for
adoctor. He wanted to get away and lookedhelplessly at the crowd. Lunds voice
shrilled out, betraying undisguisedalarm.
Niels looked out on the road, his eyes fixed on
vacancy. Sothey asked half a dollar more to come down here, the cut-throats! I
wonder, hemuttered as he nodded his greeting, whether you could smile, MissAmundsen?
A lassitudecame over him: a desire to evade lifes issues . She turned to the table
and put her lamp upon it. All around, the bush stood trembling in green. He took
care to speak so the girl would hear it. The walls were of logs;but the roof was
shingled.
Niels guided his horses right into the underbrush,
giving her thewhole of the road.
He intended toget help as soon as he reached a
depth of seven or eight feet. He alighted, went to the door, and knocked. The two
men remained silent while they drove the four miles throughthe bush.
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