American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
What we said, though perfectly proper and sensible, might not be
interesting in print, so I omit it. I will say, however, that my
longing—when I first saw Helen as a little girl—for a daughter just like
her, has been fulfilled so exactly, that I have named her Helen Markson
Raines, after her mother; and if she is not as much comfort to me as I
supposed she would be, it is no fault of hers, but rather because the
love of her mother makes me, twenty years after the incidents of this
story occurred, so constantly happy, that I need the affection of no one
else.
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GRUMP’S PET.
ON a certain day in November, 1850, there meandered into the new mining
camp of Painter Bar, State of California, an individual who was
instantly pronounced, all voices concurring, the ugliest man in the
camp. The adjective ugly was applied to the man’s physiognomy alone; but
time soon gave the word, as applied to him, a far wider significance. In
fact, the word was not at all equal to the requirements made of it, and
this was probably what influenced the pre-fixing of numerous adjectives,
sacred and profane, to this little word of four letters.
The individual in question stated that he came from “no whar in
pu’tiklar,” and the savage, furtive glance that shot from his hyena-like
eyes seemed to plainly indicate why the land of his origin was so
indefinitely located. A badly broken nose failed to soften the
expression of his eyes, a long, prominent, dull-red scar divided one of
his cheeks, his mustache was not heavy enough to hide a hideous
hare-lip; while a ragged beard, and a head of stiff, bristly red hair,
formed a setting which intensified rather than embellished the
peculiarities we have noted.
The first settlers, who seemed quite venerable and dignified, now that
the camp was nearly a fortnight old, were in the habit of extending
hospitality to all newcomers until these latter could build huts for
themselves; but no one hastened to invite this beauty to partake of
cracker, pork and lodging-place, and he finally betook himself to the
southerly side of a large rock, against which he placed a few boughs to
break the wind.
The morning after his arrival, certain men missed provisions, and the
ugly man was suspected; but so depressing, as one miner mildly put it,
was his aspect when even looked at inquiringly, that the bravest of the
boys found excuse for not asking questions of the suspected man.
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