The mountaineer remembered the Lord of heaven and earth cradled, a little Child, in the manger. He remembered, too, the humble child smiling its guileless good-will at the fence. He broke out suddenly. “How kem the fields Purdee's,” he cried, leaning his back against the door and striking the puncheon floor with the butt of the gun till it rang again and again, “or the house, or the bin, or the barn? Did he plant 'em? Did he build 'em? Who made 'em his'n?” “The law!” exclaimed both women in a breath. “Thar ain't no law in heaven or yearth ez kin gin an' honest man what ain't his'n by rights,” he declared. An insistent feminine clamor arose, protesting the sovereign power of the law. He quaked for a moment; dominant though he was in his own house, he could not face them, but he could flee. He suddenly stepped out of the door, and when they opened it and looked after him in the snowy dusk and the whitened woods, he was gone. And popular opinion coincided with them when it became known that he had formally relinquished his right to that portion of the land improved by Grinnell. He said to the old squire who drew up the quit-claim deed, which he executed that Christmas Eve, that he was not willing to profit by his enemy's mistake, and thus the consideration expressed in the conveyance was the value of the land, considered not as a farm, but as so many acres of wilderness before an axe was laid to the trunk of a tree or the soil upturned by a plough. It was the minimum of value, and Grinnell came cheaply off. The blacksmith, the mountain fiddler, and the advanced thinker, who had been active in the survey, balked of the expected excitement attendant upon the ousting of Grinnell, and some sensational culmination of the ancient feud, were not in sympathy with the pacific result, and spoke as if they had given themselves to unrequited labors. “Thar ain't no way o' settlin' what that thar critter Purdee owns 'ceptin' ez consarns Moses' tables o' the Law. He clings ter them,” they said, in conclave about the forge fire when the big doors were closed and the snow, banking up the crevices, kept out the wind. “There ain't no use in percessionin' Purdee's land.”