Cavalier County farmers press. (Langdon, N.D.) 1920-1921, 1920-07-08
CHAPTER I.
The Might Of the Reaeons.

< It is strange to me, Jack Calder Of
West Inch, to feel that though now,
in the very center Of the nineteenth
century, I am but fve-and-ifty years
Of age, and though it is only once a
week, perhaps. that my wife can
pluck out a little gray bristle from
over my ear, yet I have lived in q time
when the thoughts and the ways Of
men were as different Is though it
were another planet from this. For
when I walk in my fields I can see,
down Berwick way, the little tufts of
white smoke which tell me of this
strange, new, hundred-legged beast
with Goals for food and a thousand
men in its belly, forever crawling owe
the border. On a shiny day I a see
the CLINT Of the brass work as it takes
the curve neal Oorriemuir. And then,
IS I look out to sea, there is the same
beast again, or a dozen Of them, may
be, leaving a trail of black in the air
. and Of white in the water, and swim
ming in the face Of the wind as cas-
lily as a salmon up the Tweed. Such
a sight as that would have struck my
good old father speeches. with wrath
as well as surprise, for he was SO
stricken with the fear of offending the
Creator that he vas chary of contra
dieting Nature, and always held the
new thing to be nearly akin to the
blaspher1ous. As long as God made
the horse, and a man, down Birming-
ham way, the engine, my good old dad
would have stuck by the saddle and
the spurs.
When he died we had been fighting
with scare a break, save for two short
years, for very nearly a quarter of a
century. Babies who were born in the
war grew to be bearded men with ba-
bies of their own, and still the war
continued. Those who had served and
fought in their stalwart prime grew
stiff and bent, and yet the ships and
the armies were struggling. During
that long time we fought the Dutch,
we fought the Danes, we fought the
Spanish we fought the Turks, we
fought the Americans, we fought the
Montevideans, until 1t seemed that in
this universal struggle no ace was
too near of kin or too far away to be
drawn into the quarrel. But most Of
all it was the French whom we fought,
and the man whom Of all others we
loathed and feared and admired was
the great captain who ruled them.
1t was very well to draw pictures OF
him, and sing songs about him, and
make as though he were an impostor,
but I car tell you that the fear of that
man hung like a black shadow over
all Europe. and that there was a time
when the CLINT of a fire at night upon
the coast would set every woman
upon her knees and every man grip.
ping for his musket. He had always
won. That was the terror Of it. The
fates seemed to be behind him. And
now we know that he lay upon the
northern coast with a hundred and
fifty thousand veterans, and the boats
for their passage. But it is an old
STORY how a-third Of the grown folk
of our country took up arms, and how
our little one-eyed, one-armed man
crushed their fleet. There was still
to be a land of free thinking and free
speaking in Europe.
There was a great beacon ready on
the hill by Tweedmouth, built up of
logs and tar barrels, and I can well
remember how night after night
strained my eyes to see if it were
ablaze. I was only eight at the time
but it is an age when one takes a
grief to heart, and I felt as though
the fate Of the country hung in some
fashion upon me and my vigilance
And then one night as / looked I sud.
denly saw a little flicker on the bea.
con hill-a single red tongue of flame
/" in the darkness. And then the flame
shot higher, and I saw the red, quiv
ering line upon the water beyond, and
I dashed into the kitchen, screechine
to my father that the French had
crossed and the Tweedmouth light was
afame. I can see him now as he
knocked his pipe out at the side Of the
fire, and looked at nae from over the
top Of his horn %spectac1es.
"Are you sure, Jock?' says he.
"Sure as DEATH" I gasped.
He reached out his hand for the
Bible upon the table and opened !,
upon his knee as though he meant ta
read to us. but he shut it again II
silence and hurried out. We went
down to the gate which opens out
!. upon the highway. From there we
could see the red light Of the big bea,
con, and the glimmer of a smaller one
to the north Of us at Ayton. The ole
road had more folk on 1t than ever
passed along it at night before, fol
many of the yeomen up our way had
enrolled themselves and We're riding
now as fast as hoof could carry them
for the muster. Some had a stirrup cul
or two before parting, and ! cannot
forgot one who tore past on a huge
white horse, brandishing q great rusty
sword In the moonlight. They shouted