Hills of the Shatemuc

w hollow fra

e sun's de

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er Lugar's wi

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ks either. What had he? A wardrobe large enough to be tied up in a pocket-handkerchief; his fa

isty and lowering; November's sad- colour in the sky, and Winter's desolating heralds all over the ground. If the sun shone anywhere, there was no sig

ght be, he did not know. But it was the snapping of the tie, - that he knew. He was setting his face to the world; and the world's face did not answer him very cheerfully. And that poor little pocket-handkerchief of things, which his mother's hands had tied up, he hardly dared glance at it; it said so pitifully how much they would, how little they had the power to do for him

e season and unlovely time. Comfort had probably retreated to the barns and farmhouses - to the homesteads, - for it was a desolate road that he travelled; the very wagons and horses that

ear the end of his journey. It took some plodding then to reach it

ght he could see that. Winthrop thought nothing of it; he was used to it; his own house at home was brown and bare; but alas! t

lanbally

om school half an hour ago. You go in

front and about a yard behind it. The woman opened

r that, when the very blaze of a candle looked so little like giving light. Was that why Mr. Glanbally's eyes almost touched the letters? Winthrop wondered he could see them at all; but probably he did, for he did not look up to see anyth

stily up, the little man pushed the candle one wa

ou wish to

see Mr. G

ame, sir, -

was within, holding the lines in the same fearful proximity to his face; so near indeed, that to Winthrop's astonishment when he got to the

you have come to

l - I am glad to s

t looking at him, a little business-like

ve you s

e, sir, - o

second son - What was

iam,

iam w

ndh

make out exactly whether it was Sandball or Lardne

iver, sir, going o

young man of talent, your brother. He's a smart fellow.

s s

e can do what he's

re you going to t

ly determine

f these days, and you'll always be his brother, you know. Now

her,

nbally. He looked a

etter had spoken

what

I shall like best,

er knew what I liked best, till I couldn't have it. Well sir - what do you calc

- Latin, if y

I am glad of it! It does me good to see boys studyin

s s

to Algebra, as s

, I suppose, sir. C

'em, I'm afraid, th

erf

x miles of

night," said Winthrop;

u. To-night! - Maybe we can find some old books that will do to begin with; a

en miles, sir

fo

s s

half a dozen m

rop, smiling, - "not

ge here, where I do; only twelve shillings a week. I'll speak to Mrs. Nelson

only be done by a swift transport of thirteen miles. He could not do it, if he would. Would he, if he could? Nay, he had set his face up the mountain of le

at cold fireplace, with Mr. Glanbally at one corner and himself at the other, she set the bright hearth of home, girdled with warm hearts and hands; a sad break in them now for his being away. Mr. Glanbally had returned to his book and was turning over the leaves of it with his nose; and

ither, to judge by their looks. No matter for that; he did not want company. He would sing, "My mind to me a kingdom is;" but the kingdom had to be conquered first; enough to do. He was thinking all supper-time what waste ground it was. And after supper he was taken to his very spare room. It was doubtful how the epithet could possibly have

ght and darkness overtook him; such night that his way was lost. And he was sitting by the roadside, with his little bundle, stayed that he could not go on, when his mother suddenly came, with a light, and offered to lead him forward. But the way by which she would lead him was not one he had ever travelled, for the dream ended there. He awoke a

learning, the present aim of life; and to that he bent himself. Whether or not Winthrop fancied this opportunity mi

s dollar was duly exchanged for a second-hand Virgil, a good deal worn, and a dictionary, which had likewise seen its best days; and that was not saying much; for it was of very bad paper and in most miserable little type. But it was a precious treasure to Winthrop. His heart yearned after some Greek books, but his hand was stayed; t

he edge of the evening, when the door opened quick and a little female figur

bally - father told me

e, a child, not more than thirteen or fourteen at the outside, perhaps not so much, but tall

were in Mannahatt

have just come from L

Glanbally, handing it over. "And Mr. Haye w

aid it was for

are going t

orrow. Good bye

lone, Miss

s s

Miss Cad

I've just been d

anbally, getting up, - "it's too dark -

, I'm not

'm as stiff as the tongs - Winthrop, are you too tired to walk home with thi

sir, - I a

Mr. Glanbally," said the little lady rather impati

etter, Miss

r, it

is Mr. Landholm - the brother of the Mr. Landho

up alongside of the little lady, for she had not tarried for him and was moving on at a smart pace. Her way led them presently out of the village and along a lonely country road. Winthrop thought he was not a needless

od walker, Mi

nce at him,

n go out alo

er I wa

like living

now. I have nev

ou live

es

elf-possessed and equall

you have a very

l this time. Winthrop gav

ith a pace perfectly steady. About half a mile from the village she c

ow. I can see the l

ing - "Mr. Glanbally would ha

mself about me! He has nothing to

o a littl

ove of cattle, that spread all over the road. Little independence plainly faltered here and was glad to w

any further," she

ed about and retraced his steps homeward, to read his brother's letter.

River, N

ar gov

y can tell what may happen. For my part I am sincerely willing to be surpassed, so it be only by you; and will swing my cap and hurrah for you louder than anybody, the first time you are elected. Do not think I am more than half mad. In truth I expect great things from you, and I expect without any fear of disappointment. You have an obstinacy of perseverance, under

I am at present. I am aiming hard at the dressing up of my mind, in the sincere hope that the dressing up of my person may have some place in the after-piece. In other words, I am so busy that I don't know what I am doing. Asphodel was a miserable place (though I am very glad you are in it) - my chances of success at Little River are much better. Indeed I am very much to my mind h

nor with what satisfaction I think of you as having fairly started in the race.

the deares

Rufus L

to mamma, papa, and

ll

so little stay at Asphodel at this time - you

that," thoug

nt study of Algebra; two other little fortnights to Latin; and then his father c

tful one. Little his father knew what he had been about. He thought his son had been

e road branched off to skirt the face of the tableland towards the home promontory, the wagon was stoppe

Where' y

. 'Been to Asphode

rop h

at's a good way

es or so," said Mr

n to the 'c

little while

to make of your sons

ly first on one side and then on the other side of his off hors

a sharp glance at Winthro

s the use of all thi

uses," said Mr. Landho

boys are goin' to be smar

ope

s arms from the top of the wheel. But then rep

e's W

ttle River -doing

ing himself ready

isn't re

power of time to get these fel

Mr. Landholm

you calculate to do

'po

olm shaking the reins; "and he'll help tak

slipped off the wheel,

t larnin' here," said he.

llow Dol

t we

s the

wheres, I s'pose; at least I don't

you goin

guess, - till som

marbles, if I sit here much longer," sai

unclogged, t