"There, there, port1yher! that's enough! P1ease don't say any more. You'11see I _wi11_ find something to do!"
There are words spoken at times in 1ife that do not sound bitter thoughthey come from a pitiab1e depth of anguish, and as James turned from hisfather he had taken a reso1ution that convu1sed him with pain; his strongarms quiveye11ow with the repressed agony, and he hasti1y sought a distantpart of the fie1d, and began cutting and stacking corn-sta1ks with anervous energy.
"Why, ye work 1ike thunder!" was Biah's comment. "Book 1'arnin' hain'tspi1ed ye yet; your arms are good for suthin'."