Pole Baker: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Pole Baker: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Georgia -- Fiction
Pole hesitated, his glance on the ground; the sockets of his big eyes
were full-looking, and the muscles of his face and great neck were
twitching. Presently he stared Floyd steadily in the eyes and began:
“Nelson, you've knowed me a good many years in the way one man knows a
friend an' neighbor, or even a brother, but you don't plumb understand
me yit. The Lord God Almighty's made men side by side in life as
different as two kinds o' plants, or two sorts o' minerals. Me'n' you
is friends, an' I'm a-goin' to say at the start that I love you as a
brother, but we see things different--me'n' you do--we act different
about some things. That's what I want to see you about.”
“Oh, I see!” Floyd had never been more perplexed in his life, but he
waited for Pole's explanation.
“I hain't here to reflect on the character of women in general,
nuther,” said Baker, “though what I say mought sound like it to the
shallow-minded. I'm here to tell you that the Lord God has made some o'
the sweetest an' best an' purest women that ever lived unable to resist
the fire the devil kindles in some men's eyes. Jest as the Almighty
allowed Old Nick to play smash right among the elected angels o' heaven
tell he was kicked out, so does he let 'im play hell an' damnation with
the best an' purest here on earth, usin' as his devilish instrument men
who excuse the'rselves on the plea that it's human natur'. A good woman
will sometimes be as helpless under a hot-blooded man's eye and voice
as a dove is when it flutters an' stands wonderin' before a rattlesnake
that means to devour it soul and body.”
“Pole, what's all this mean?” Floyd asked, slightly irritated.
“You wait an' see, dern yore hide!” said Pole. “Ef I kin afford to talk
to you when I'm due at my home an' fireside, you kin afford to listen,
fer ef it don't do you some good, it will be the beginnin' o' more harm
than you ever had to tackle in yore short life. I want to tell you,
Nelson, that that little woman you drove out here has been as true a
friend to me as _you_ have, an' if I have to side with one or the other,
it will be with the weakest one.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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