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'Jes'thought I d buy this fer fun;'said he; holding it down to the firelight。 'Dummed if I ever see the like uv it。 Whoa!'he shouted; as the cover flew open; releasing a jumping…jack。 'Quicker n a grasshopper! D ye ever see sech a sassy little critter? 

Then he handed it to Elizabeth。

'Wish ye Merry Christmas; Dave Brower!'said he。

'Ain't as merry as I might be;'said David。

'Know what's the matter with ye;'said Unde Eb。 'Searchin'after trouble … thet's what ye re doin 。 Findin'lots uv it right there 'n the fire。 Trouble 's goiti't'git mighty scurce 'round here this very selfsame night。 Ain't goin't'be nobody lookin'fer it … thet's why。 Fer years ye ve been takin'care o'somebody et 'II take care 'o you; long's ye live … sartin sure。 Folks they said ye was fools when ye took 'em in。 Man said I was a fool once。 Aiwuss hed a purty fair idee o'myself sence then。 When some folks call ye a fool 's a ruther good sign ye ain't Ye ve waited a long time fer yer pay … ain t much longer if wait now。 

There was a little quaver in his voice; We all looked at him in silence。 Uncle Eb drew out his wallet with trembling hands; his fine old face lit with a deep emotion。 David looked up at him as iihe wondered what joke was coming; until he saw his excitement。

'Here's twenty thousan'dollars;'said Unde Eb; 'a reel; genuwine bank check!'jist as good as gold。 Here 'tis! A Crissmus present fer you 'n Elizabeth。 An'may God bless ye both! 

David looked up incredulously。 Then he took the bit of paper。 A big tear rolled down his cheek。

'Why; Holden! Whatdoes this mean?'he asked。

''At the Lord pays Flis debts;'said Uncle Eb。 'Read it。 

Hope had lighted the lamp。

David rose and put on his spectacles。 One eyebrow had lifted above the level of the other。 He held the check to the lamplight。 Elizabeth stood at his elbow。

'Why; mother!'said he。 'Is this from our boy? From Nehemiah? Why; Nehemiah is dead!'he added; looking over his spectacles at Uncle Eb。

'Nehemiah is not dead;'said the latter。

'Nehemiah not dead!'he repeated; looking down at the draft。 They turned it in the light; reading over and over again the happy tidings pinned to one corner of it。 Then they looked into each other's eyes。

Elizabeth put her arms about David's neck and laid her head upon his shoulder and not one of us dare trust himself to speak for a little。 Uncle Eb broke the silence。

'Got another present;'he said。 'S a good deal better 'n gold er silver  tall; bearded man came in。

'Mr Trumbull!'Hope exclaimed; rising。

'David an' Elizabeth Brower;'said Uncle Eb; 'the dead hes come if life。 I give ye back yer son … Nehemiah。 

Then he swung his cap high above his head; shouting in a loud voice:

'Merry Crissmus! Merry Crissmus! 

The scene that followed I shall not try to picture。 It was so full of happiness that every day of our lives since then has been blessed with it and with a peace that has lightened every sorrow; of it; I can'truly say that it passeth all understanding。

'Look here; folks!'said Uncle Eb; after awhile; as he got his flute; 'my feelin's hey been teched hard。 If I don't hey some jollification  I'll bust。 Bill Brower; limber up yer leather a leetle bit。 

Chapter 44

Nehemiah; whom I had known as John Trumbull; sat a long time between his father and mother; holding a hand of each; and talking in a low tone; while Hope and I were in the kitchen with Uncle Eb。 Now that father and son were side by side we saw how like they were and wondered we bad never guessed the truth。

'Do you remember?'said Nehemiah; when we returned。 'Do you remember when you were a little boy; coming one night to the old log house on Bowman's Hill with Uncle Eb? 

'I remember it very well;'I answered。

'That was the first time I ever saw you;'he said。

'Why'you are not the night man?'

'I was the night man;'he answered。

I stared at him with something of the old; familiar thrill that had always come at the mention of him years agone。

'He's grown a leetle since then;'said Uncle Eb。

'I thought so the night I carried him off the field at Bull Run;'said Nehemiah。

'Was that you?'I asked eagerly。

'It was;'he answered。 'I came over from Washington that afternoon。 Your colonel told me you had been wounded。 

'Wondered who you were; but I could not get you to answer。 I have to thank you for my life。 

Hope put her arms about his neck and kissed him。

'Tell us;'said she; 'how you came to be the night man。 '

He folded his arms and looked down and began his story。

'Years ago I had a great misfortune。 I was a mere boy at the time。 By accident I killed another boy in play。 It was an old gun we were playing with and nobody knew it was loaded。 I had often quarrelled with the other boy … that is why they thought I had done it on purpose。 There was a dance that night。 I had got up in the evening; crawled out of the window and stolen away。 We were in Rickard's stable。 I remember how the people ran out with lanterns。 They would have hung me … some of them … or given me the blue beech; if a boy friend had not hurried me away。 It was a terrible hour。 I was stunned; I could say nothing。 They drove me to the 'Burg; the boy's father chasing us。 I got over into Canada; walked to Montreal and there went to sea。 It was foolish; I know; but I was only a boy of fifteen。 I took another name; I began a new life。 Nehemiah Brower was like one dead。 In 'Frisco I saw Ben Gilman。 He had been a school mate in Faraway。 He put his hand on my shoulder and called me the old name。 It was hard to deny it … the hardest thing I ever did。 I was homesick; I wanted to ask him about my mother and father and my sister; who was a baby when I left。 I would have given my life to talk with him。 But I shook my head。

'〃No;〃 I said; 〃my name is not Brower。 You are mistaken。〃

'Then I walked away and Nemy Brower stayed in his grave。

'Well; two years later we were cruising from Sidney to Van Dieman's Land。 One night there came a big storm。 A shipmate was washed away in the dark。 We never saw him again。 They found a letter in his box that said his real name was Nehemiah Brower; son of David Brower; of Faraway; NY; USA。 I put it there; of course; and the captain wrote a letter to my father about the death of his son。 My old self was near done for and the man Trumbull had a new lease of life。 You see in my madness I had convicted and executed myself。 

He paused a moment。 His mother put her hand upon his shoulder with a word of gentle sympathy。 Then he went on。

'Well; six years after I had gone away; one evening in midsummer; we came into the harbour of Quebec。 I had been long in the southern seas。 When I went ashore; on a day's leave; and wandered off in the fields and got the smell of the north; I went out of my head … went crazy for a look at the hills o'Faraway and my own people。 Nothing could stop me then。 I drew my pay; packed my things in a bag and off I went。 Left the 'Burg afoot the day after; got to Faraway in the evening。 It was beautiful … the scent o'the new hay that stood in cocks and wnrows on the hill … the noise o'the crickets …'the smell o'the grain … the old house; just as I  remembered them; just as I had dreamed of them a thousand
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