Pastoral Days; Or, Memories of a New England Year
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ..."But I wont go, and that settles it. It's confounded unjust that we're sent, anyhow, and I don't propose to stand it." "I think so too," answered Cuthbert, with hesitating emphasis; "but what '11 we do? We'll have to report to Mr. Snug, you know; that's the worst of it." "Well, I'll be spokesman, and I'll lie before I'll go on that trip." I was boiling over with righteous wrath, but Cuthbert never was known to boil; he only simmered a little, but readily seconded my plan. We stopped at Kirby Corners, and there, secluded from view in the bushes, we spent the interval. Cuthbert had a watch, and by the light of the rising moon we were enabled to fix the full period for the trip. One hour and a half we allowed--an abundant limit. During this time I had completely "cooled off," and had schooled myself to that point where I could tell a lie with a smooth face and a clear conscience. Accordingly, when the time came, we appeared at the door of the Tower. Mr. Snug was sitting in his accustomed place, and we entered and stood before him. "Well, sir," said he, with a polite bow of the head, dropping his paper and looking up at us. "Mr. Snug, we have come to report," said I, fearlessly. "We have been to Moody Barn." Instantly Mr. Snug straightened himself up in his chair, pushed back the gray locks from his high forehead, and, with an expression that I never shall forget, glared at me from under the frowning eyebrows. "You lie, sir r he exclaimed, in thundering tones that fairly made my hair stand on end, while Cuthbert trembled from head to foot; then followed a brief moment of consternation that seemed an age. "Now go!" continued he, as with an emphatic...
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