No Resting Place
“So now the handwriting is not just on the wall—it is on the very trees,” said Abel Ferguson. “Tell me, Father, after this are you still determined to hold out here?”
For some time following Amos’s report he had said nothing, restrained by the presence of their guests. But his exasperation would out. His tone was such as almost to make one think he relished this confirmation of his worst fears, his direst predictions.
“We will discuss it tomorrow,” said his father.
“Tomorrow!” said Abel scornful...ly. “Here there is no tomorrow for the likes of us.” Then he was ashamed of having shown to strangers disrespect for a parent. “As you say, Father.”
Unknown men were in their woods. Georgians. Three of them. Two of the three carried a long link chain between them and of those two one carried a paint bucket. One stood still while the other one, him with the paint bucket, paced off the length of the chain. Exactly twenty-two yard-long paces it was, Amos had observed. Where the chain fetched him up, this man slashed the nearest tree with the hatchet hung in his belt and on this raw slash he painted a number.MoreLess
For some time following Amos’s report he had said nothing, restrained by the presence of their guests. But his exasperation would out. His tone was such as almost to make one think he relished this confirmation of his worst fears, his direst predictions.
“We will discuss it tomorrow,” said his father.
“Tomorrow!” said Abel scornful...ly. “Here there is no tomorrow for the likes of us.” Then he was ashamed of having shown to strangers disrespect for a parent. “As you say, Father.”
Unknown men were in their woods. Georgians. Three of them. Two of the three carried a long link chain between them and of those two one carried a paint bucket. One stood still while the other one, him with the paint bucket, paced off the length of the chain. Exactly twenty-two yard-long paces it was, Amos had observed. Where the chain fetched him up, this man slashed the nearest tree with the hatchet hung in his belt and on this raw slash he painted a number.MoreLess
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