Americans -- England -- Fiction; West Country (England) -- Fiction
"We had wolves here, too. I think the last was killed in
Tudor times. 'Twas an obligation under the old local laws that
the folk should slay them. Now we have little but foxes; and a
good, red Moor fox is the best in England."
"I never hunted, though I can ride sailor-fashion. Now I
should like to see you in the saddle, Mistress Grace!"
"Of course you hunt in the English way, if you have respectable
hound-fearing foxes?" she asked, ignoring his desire concerning
herself.
"Yes; many amongst us stick stoutly to New England ways,
which, indeed, are the same as old England ways for that matter.
But in states of society such as ours, the conditions make for
change. We are deeply interested in education and enterprise;
we marry early; we advocate equality of rights, because that is
natural where all men have the same interests. But equality
of power we never pretend to. The idea is nonsensical; Nature
herself shows that. Men are unequal in power and capacity--so
are all other animals. We are, I think, both economical and
hospitable. We resent control of religion, and hold liberty
of thought in that matter vital. We have an elastic mind in
affairs of government, and don't attempt to bind posterity to our
forms in your English fashion. In England men are full of
opinions and empty of information. We let opinions go hang
and never tire of learning. We keep fluid; we respect human
life very much. Instead of a hundred and sixty capital crimes, as
there are in Great Britain, we have but nine sins in Vermont for
which a man is punished by death. We marry early----"
"You said that before."
"Did I? Well--it's interesting."
"So it is."
"But I bore you to distraction--I am sure that I must do so,
Miss Malherb."
"Very far from it, Mr. Stark. You interest one and all of us.
It is marvellous to me how you tell each amongst us the sort
of things most likely to attract him, or her. You have made
every man your friend; and every woman too."
She dimly guessed his meaning when he dwelt so much upon
himself, and told of his honoured family, and of his future as the
survivor of the race.
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