Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XXXII: Conference and Confidence >> Page 275

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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She brought forth from her chamber a small bit of leather, on
which was rudely inscribed, with ink, the figure of a horse-shoe,
within which, traced in rude but distinct letters, were the initials
"C. C.," with a cross, or asterisk, between them.
"Jest you show that to Clym Carter, ef you meets him, and tell
him all what you know, of what's happened to you here. You won't
tell him any lie, for I sees that you're a gentleman; but even ef you
was to do so, he'd see through you in a twink, and a'ter that, he
wouldn't hear to a word that you could say. Clym's not a born gen-
tleman, mind you, I don't say that, but he's what a gentleman ought
to be, he's as honest as broad daylight ! I'm his mother, and ought
to know, young man, though, I reckon, you're a thinking in your
secret heart that I ought not to say it; but I only say it bekaise I
thinks it will be better for you to know what he jest is, as a man sf
sp errit ! "
She proceeded to indicate the route which Walter should pursue,
in which he would be most likely to find her son, and so direct was
her description, so clear, so free from unnecessary words or any cir-
cumlocution, that he felt no difficulty in fixing all the details in his
memory at once. This done, the good woman said:
"And now, young man, I'll give you a bite of breakfast, and then
the sooner you sets off the better. You've got no time to waste in
scratching the head after a thinking that is slow to come. You've got
all the thinking now in your head that's needful, and the next need-
ful thing is to work it out after the fashion of the thinking."
We must take for granted that, as a gentleman, Walter was duly
considerate in making his acknowledgments. He handed his saddle-
bags to the old woman.
"Good Lord! what a slash the villain made in 'ern! It was a sharp
hunting-knife, young man, that made that cut."
She proceeded, without more words, to tumble out the clothes,
which constituted the chief contents of the saddle-bags.
"The Lord save us!" she exclaimed, as she counted the several
articles "The Lord save us ! no less than seven fine shirts, of the
best Irish linen, and drawers to match, and gloves, and hank-chers,
and´┐Żoh! bless me, young man ! the only nation wonder is, how you
git on in the world at all, with all this luggage. Why, my Clym will
go off for a month, and ef he carries with him one shirt only, it's