The Crossing -- The Dwelling Place of Light -- Mr. Crewe's Career -- A Far Country -- Coniston -- The Inside of the Cup -- Richard Carvel -- A Modern Chronicle -- The Celebrity -- The Crisis -- Dr. Jonathan (Play) -- A Traveller in Wartime -- An Essay on the American Contribution and the Democratic Idea
for my father, for he was a violent man. And a violent scene followed. They remained for a long time within the house, and when they came out the wagoner's face was red with rage. My father, too, was angry, but no more talkative than usual.
"Ye say ye'll not help the Congress?" shouted the wagoner.
"I'll not," said my father.
"Ye'll live to rue this day, Alec Trimble," cried the man. "Ye may think ye're too fine for the likes of us, but there's them in the settlement that knows about ye."
With that he flung himself on his horse, and rode away. But the next time I went to the Cross-Roads the woman drove me away with curses, and called me an aristocrat. Wearily I tramped back the dozen miles up the creek, beside the mare, carrying my pelts with me; stumbling on the stones, and scratched by the dry briers. For it was autumn, the woods all red and yellow against the green of the pines. I sat down beside the old beaver dam to gather courage to tell my father. But he only smiled bitterly when