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Identifier: newenglandmagazi1891bost (find matches)
Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
Digitizing Sponsor: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center

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tell ye ! One after another slunk off through theunderbrush, with a look behind at the sadpicture by the log, till no one remainedbut Blake. Samanth, he said once more, canI do nothing to help you? No, she answered, in that samemechanical voice, which cut him like aknife ; no, yer cant do nothin Onlygo home, and leave him ter me — its bestso. She did not look up at him. She hadfelt, instinctively, that he would remainbehind the others. He felt that it wouldbe useless for him to try to stay with her,and useless now to say another word.Realizing that instant that a great barrierhad arisen between himself and her, inthat silent figure at his feet, he turnedand made his way to the edge of theclearing. But turning there to look oncemore upon the scene of his terrific en-counter, he saw her proud head bowedupon her fathers breast, and knew thatshe was sobbing. The winter had gone and the springhad come. Black Gulch and the sur-rounding country had emerged once A MASTER FROM THE STATES. 63
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One after another slunk off through the underbrush, one remained but Blake. more into their beauty of luxuriantfoliage and new life. Since the night of his terrible en-counter, Blakes position had been anassured one in the little settlement. Theone thing necessary to firmly establishthe already rising star of the masterspopularity, in such a community as BlackGulch, was the fact that he had openlymet and conquered, in fair fight, thebully of the town. The man who coulddo that was accepted as a man who wasnot to be trifled with ; and the fame andrespect which the exploit had gainedhim were not confined to the little town.Rough trappers who came in from themountain districts to buy provendereyed him as he passed down the street;and it was not an uncommon occurrencefor hats to be touched, in an awkwardmanner, by way of respectful salutation.All this would have been, to a certaindegree, pleasant, had it not been thatanother consequence of this fight in thewoods had driven all such things

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