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From: | Rose Tanner |
Subject: | [Info-gne] shopkeeper |
Date: | Wed, 9 Aug 2006 23:54:42 +0200 |
All that day Niels slept: a deep, sunken
sleep. Thefrown on his brow deepened into a scowl. A slow, numbing dread took
hold of Bobby . Thecreaking and rattling of the wheels echoed back to the
driver whosat hushed on the load. He went to the shack again and lighted the
stove.
He finished and made an attempt to rise: the
attempt failed or wasgiven up.
For a moment the sight of all the farms
recalled him toreality. On the yard man and wife werepitching off their
load.
And he that increasethknowledge increaseth
sorrow . It was Bobby, too, who, when winter came began the work in thebush. He
would never be quiteso happy again; but he would be more thoughtful . All was
still, so still that he heard the fluttering of the wingsof a bird flitting by.
In another half hour he was south of his yard; and then, behind
thegranary.
Niels, Bobby cried again, what are you going
to do? He brushed the horses, untied them, andopened the door to the
lot.
Bobby, he said at last, youve been a son to
me.
He went blindly, with unseeing eyes,
unthinking brain.
Niels watched this with fascination: he
counted the things whichthus disappeared.
He stopped at once: the sound jarred on the
silence. Atlast he turned north again, along pig-pens and milk-house, till
hereached the garden.
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