Abner Daniel: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Abner Daniel: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Georgia -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction
“Then they lit into me, an' showed me up in a light I'd never appeared
in before. They said I was the only man thar without a family to
support, an' the only one thar with ready cash in the bank, an' that
ef I'd let my own double fust cousin be jailed, I was a disgrace to 'em
all. They'd not nod to me in the big road, an' ud use the'r influence
agin my stayin' in the church an' eventually gittin' into the kingdom o'
Heaven. I turned from man to devil right thar. I got up on the head of a
tater-barrel behind the counter, an' made the blamedest speech that ever
rolled from a mouth inspired by iniquity. I picked 'em out one by one
an' tore off their shirts, an' chawed the buttons. The only one I let
escape was old Tommy; he never give me a chance to hit him. Then I
finally come down to the prisoner at the bar an' I larruped him. Ever'
time I'd give a yell, Jimmy ud duck his head, an' his wife ud huddle
closer over the baby like she was afeerd splinters ud git in its eyes. I
made fun of 'em till I jest had to quit. Then they turned the'r backs
on me an' begun to figure on doin' without my aid. It was mortgage
this, an' borrow this, an' sell this hoss or wagon or mule or cow, an' a
turrible wrangle. I seed they was gittin' down to business an' left 'em.
“I noticed old Tommy make his escape, an' go out an' unhitch his hoss,
but he didn't mount. Looked like he 'lowed he was at least entitled to
carryin' the news home, whether he he'ped or not. I went to the spring
at the foot o' the rise an' set down. I didn't feel right. In fact, I
felt meaner than I ever had in all my life, an' couldn't 'a' told
why. Somehow I felt all at once ef they did git Jimmy out o' hock an'
presented 'im to his wife an' baby without me a-chippin' in, I'd never
be able to look at 'em without remorse, an' I did think a lots o' Jimmy's
wife an' baby. I set thar watchin' the store about as sorry as a proud
sperit kin feel after a big rage. Fust I'd hope they'd git up the
required amount, an' then I'd almost hope they wouldn't. Once I actually
riz to go offer my share, but the feer that it ud be refused stopped me.
On the whole, I think I was in the mud about as deep as Jimmy was in the
mire, an' I hadn't tuck nobody's money nuther. All at once I begun to
try to see some way out o' my predicament. They wouldn't let me chip in,
but I wondered ef they'd let me pay it all. I believed they would, an'
I was about to hurry in the store when I was balked by the thought
that folks would say I was a born idiot to be payin' my lazy, triflin'
kinfolks out o' the consequences o' the'r devilment; so I set down agin,
an' had another wrastle. I seed old Tommy standin' by his hoss chawin'
his ridin'-switch an' watchin' the door. All at once he looked mighty
contemptible, an' it struck me that I wasn't actin' one bit better, so I
ris an' plunged fer the door. Old Tommy ketched my arm as I was about to
pass 'im an' said, 'What you goin' to do, Ab?' An' I said, 'Uncle Tommy,
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