The daily Alaskan., 1919-04-10

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 "Why, Aunt Deel, what in the world do you mean?" l asked.
 "ItS Purvis' brain that does the poundin', 1 guess" said my uncle. "It's kind O got the habit. It's reg lar beetle brain. To hear him talk ye'd think he an you could clean out the hull Mexican nation-barrin' acci- dents. Why, anybody would suppose that yer enemies go to climbin' trees as soon as they see ye comin' an that you pull the trees up by the roots to git at 'em."
 b "A certain amount of such deyiltry is necessary to the comfort of MT. PurviS," I remarked. If there is mo- body else to take the responsibility for 1t he assumes it himself. His imag- inatlon has an intense craving for blood and violence. It's that type of American who, egged on by the slave power, is hurrying us into trouble with Mexico"
 PurviS came in presently with a look in his face which betrayed his knowledge of the fact that all the cob webs spun by his fancy were now to be brushed away. Still he enjoyed them while they lasted and there was kind of tacit claim In his manner that they were subjects regarding which no honest man could be expect ed to tell the truth.
 AS we ate our dinner they told me that an escaped slave had come into nelghbOriing county and excited the people with stories of the auction block and of negroes driven like yoked oxen on plantations in South Carolina, whence he had escaped on steam boat.
 T b'lievc I'm goin' to vote for abo- litiOn," said Uncle Peabody. "I won der what Sile Wright will say to that"
 Hen probably advise against 1t; the time isn't ripe for, so great q change" was my answer. He thinks that the whole matter should be left to the gla. cial action of times forces"
 Indeed I had spoken the view of the Sounder men of the North. The subject filled them with dread alarm, But the attitude of Uncle Peabody was significant. The sentiment in fa- yOr of change was growing, It was now to be reekoned with, for the abo- iitiOn party was said to hold the bal ance of power in New York and New England and was behaving itself like bull in china shop.
 After dinner I tried to put on some of my old clothes, but found that my nakedness had so expanded that they would not cover 1t, so I hltched my white mare on the spring wagon and drove to the village for my trunk,
 Every week day after that l worked in the fields until the senator arrived in Canton about the middle of August. On one of those happy days received 8 letter from old Kate, dated, to my surprise, in Saratoga. It said:
 Dear Barton Baynes: I thought would let you know that my father is dead. I have come here to rest and have found some work to do. am betr ter now. Have seen Sally. She Is very beautiful and kind. She does not know that am the old witch, have changed so. The others do not know-it Is better that way. I think 1t was the Lord that brought me here, He has a way of taking care of some people, my boy. Do you remember when I be- gan to call you my boy-yOu were very little. It Is long, long ago since first saw you in your fathers dooryard- you said you were going to mill on a butterfly's back. You looked just as thought my boy would look. You gave me a kiss. What wonderful gift it was to me then! I began to love you. have no one else to think of now. l hope you won't mind my thinking so much of you.
 "God bless you,
 KATE FULLERTON" understood now why the strong will and singular insight of this wom- an had so often exercised themselves in my behalf. I could not remember the far day and the happy clrcum- stance of which she spoke, but wrote her letter which must have warmed | her hS2rt am sure.
 Sila< Wright arrived in Canton and drove up to our home. He reached l our door at eight in the morning with his hound and rife. He had aged rap idly since I had seen him last. His hair was almost white. There were many new lines In his face. He seemed more grave and dignifed. He did not lapse into the dialect of his fathers when he spoke of the ancient pestimes of hunting and fishing as he had been wont to do.
 Bart" he said when the greetings were over, "let's you and me go and spend day in the woods. I'll leave my man here to help your uncle while you're gone"
 We went by driving south a few miles and tramping in to the foot of the saltwater on our river-a trail long familiar to me. The dog left us I . A