Lewis Rand

"Eighteen shillings the hundred," he said, with grim satisfaction. "And the casks I sent by Mocket sold as w

bright islands. The sky above the bronze sycamores was very blue, the air crystal, the sunshine heavenly mild. The street was not crowded. A Quaker in a broad-brimmed hat went by, and then a pretty girl, and then a minister talking broad Scotch, and then a future chief justice who had been to market and had a green

Street, and a man to meet at the Indian Queen. And I think I'll go now wit

can look around this morning with Tom Mocket!" He glanced at his son's flushing face, and, being in high good humour, determined to give the colt a little

k strode away in the direction of the market, bu

, fa

ying any more bo

fore we part I'm going to talk to Gideon." He laughed. "Do you know what the Cherokees call me? They call me Golden-Tongue. Because, you see, I can persuade them

reeper mantled the tiny porch, and lilac bushes, clucked under by a dozen hens, hedged the grassy yard. As the hunter and Lewis Rand approached, a little girl, brown and freckled, barefoot and dressed in linsey, sprang up

id his companion. "Vini

nie. "Tom knows. Tom's down there

the brig from Barbadoes showed hull and masts. The hunter sat down upon the

times at Mrs. Selden's, on the Three-Notched Road. She's not freckled, and

asked the hunter,

ine Churchill. She

hty fine place,"

ine people.-Here's the partridge

d Lewis. "If Vinie's a p

toward the market looking for your father. That's a brig from the Indies down there, and the capt

. "Look here, little partridge

the two boys talked aside. "I've till dinner time to do

"Father, he don't care! Besides"-he swelled with pride-"

he's! What are

e, by and by, I'll

ther. "Do you mean

they talk about. I like it better than the wharf, anyhow. I

the ship down there, and then I'll meet a friend at the India

nie, her brown arm de

, the hunter and Vinie, the little green yard a

t place in Richmo

re's a shop near the bridge.

hem. We'll go to

's go over to Widewilt's Island. Well, they whipped a man this morning and he's in the pillory now, down by the market. Let's go look at him.-Pshaw! what's the

spectacles ran over the wares for Lewis Rand. "De Jure Maritimo, six shillings eightpence, my lad. Burnet's History and Demosthenes' Orations, two crowns

his head. "I w

e Principles of Equity

too

osed the book into which he had been dippin

dity, my lad," he said kindly

d a week for Mr. Douglas, and read The Law of Nations rest-hours. Mrs. Selde

ed. Young Mocket plucked Lewis Rand by the sleeve, but the la

man, "I am a lawyer. A

ou tell me what books I ought

books," he said. "You should enter some lawyer's office where you may have acce

I am Gideon

nd! Then Mary Wayn

s,

arried your father. She was a beautiful woman

nd had known his people, and had been to Paris. He saw a tall man, of a spare and sinewy frame, with red hair, lightly powdered, and ke

acious smile, irradiating his rud

rom Mon

ut a softening of the voice. "From Monticello," he said again. "There are books enough there,

roubled his vision. The shop, the littered counter, the guardian of the books, a

h, give the lad old Coke, yes, and Locke on Government,

ce. "Nowhere, sir-not now. My father hates learning, and I work in the fields. I am ver

Mr. Smith, give him Plutarch's Lives-Ossian, too. He's rich enough to buy Ossian.-As for law-books, my lad, if you will come to Monticello, I will lend you w

orrow

now. He must not keep the son of Mary Wayne in the fields. Some day I will ride down the Three-Notched Road, and exa

ed, my lad! Well, he's a great man, and he'll be a greater one yet. He's for the people, and one day the

on. Young Mocket, at his elbow, regarded him with something like awe. "That was Mr. Jefferson," he said. "He knows General Washington and Marquis Lafayette and Doctor Franklin. He's just hom

am going to have a house like it, with a terrace and white pillars an

s Fontenoy where L

Fontenoy.-Now we'll go see the Guard turn out. Is t

Bird in Hand. There in the bare, not over clean chamber which had been assigned to the party from Albemarle, he deposited his precious parcel first in the depths of an ancient pair of saddle-bags, then, thinking better of it, underneath the straw mattress of a small bed. It was probable, he

d. "You Stay-at-homes-you don't know what's in the wilderness! There's good

ky and the Mississippi. The dinner-bell rang. Adam fell pointedly silent, and his audience melted away. The hunter rose and stretched himself. "There is prime ven

and of a cheerful countenance. Rand was in high good-humour. "He's a runaway, Mocket says, but I'll cure him of that! He's strong as an ox and as li

er," he said, with candour. "Dat is my name dat sho' is! Jes' Joab. An' I is strong

tobacco-roller briefly

. "Kin I go tell my ole mammy good-by

sloping to Shockoe Creek, dark washer-women were spreading clothes. Th

ge birds and red-handkerchiefed pirates, and spent by Gideon first in business with the elder Mocket, and then in conversation with Adam Gaudylock. Lewis, returning at supper-time to the Bird in Hand, found the hunter altere

ness of his own upon the elm-shaded walk above the river. Over level autumn fields and up and down the wooded hills, father and son and the slave travelled briskly toward the west. As the twilight fell, they came up with three white wagons, Staunton bound, and convoyed by mountaineers. That night they camped with these men in an expanse of scrub and sassafras, bu

ephas, an' o

, an' de w'it

lern, follo

nd the ultimate sea. This stream had no babbling voice; its note was low and grave. Youth and mountain sources forgotten, it hearkened before the time to ocean voices. The boy, idle upon the lichened stone, listened too, to distant utterances, to the sirens singing beyond the shadowy cape. The earth soothed him; he lay with half shut eyes, and after the day's hot communion with old wrongs, he felt a sudden peace. He was at the turn; the brute within him quiet behind the eternal bars; the savage receding, the man beckoning, the after man watching from afar. The

kshop, that he would not have done or suffered for the approaching figure. All along the road from Richmond his imagination had conjured up a score of fantastic instances, in each of which he had rescued, or died for, or had in some impossibly romantic and magnificent fashion been the benefactor of the man who was drawing near to the river and camp-fire. As superbly generous as any other youth, he was, at present, in his progress through life, in the land of shrines. He must have his idol, must worship and follow after some visible hero, some older, higher, stronger, more subtle-fine and far-ahead adventurer. Here

his young voice there was both warning and appeal. Adam Gaudylock, he knew, had spoken to his father, but Gideon had given no sign. Suppose, no

Mr. Jefferson," he answered laconically. "He's

in men. The eagerness of the boy's face did not escape him; when he dismounted, flung the reins of Wildair to his groom, and crossed the bit

. It is a great thing to be the father of a son, for so one ceases to be a loose end and becomes a link in the great chain. Your son, I think, will do you honour. And, man to man, you must pay

at of homage. The yoke was not heavy, for, after all, the homage was to Ideas, to large, sagacious, and far-reaching Thought. It was in the year 1790 that he broke Gideon Rand's resistance to his son's devotion to other gods than those of the Rands. The year that foll