walked off, without a farewell to any one. The whole of Springhaven that

could see saw it, and they never had seen such a thing before. Captain

Zeb stood up and stared, with his big forehead coming out under his

hat, and his golden beard shining in the morning sun; but the only

satisfaction for his eyes was the back of his son growing smaller and

smaller.

"Chip of the old block!" "Sarve 'ee right, Cap'en!" "Starve 'un back

to his manners again!" the inferior chieftains of the expedition cried,

according to their several views of life. But Zebedee Tugwell paid no

heed to thoughts outside of his own hat and coat. "Spake when I ax you,"

he said, urbanely, but with a glance which conveyed to any too urgent

sympathizer that he would be knocked down, when accessible.

But, alas! the less-disciplined women rejoiced, with a wink at their

departing lords, as Mrs. Zebedee set off in chase of her long-striding

Daniel. The mother, enriched by home affections and course of duties

well performed, was of a rounded and ample figure, while the son was

tall, and thin as might be one of strong and well-knit frame. And the

sense of wrong would not permit him to turn his neck, or take a glance

at the enterprise which had rejected him.

"How grand he does look! what a noble profile!" thought Dolly, who had

seen everything without the glass, but now brought it to bear upon his

countenance. "He is like the centurion in the painted window, or a Roman

medallion with a hat on. But that old woman will never catch him. She

might just as well go home again. He is walking about ten miles an hour,

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