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In a few minutes more we were all seated on the sand around a table-clothspread upon it. I shall never forgot the peace and the light outside andin, as far as I was concerned at least, and I hope the others too, thatafternoon. The tide had turned, and the waves were creeping up over thelevel, soundless almost as thought; but it would be time to go home longbefore they had reached us. The sun was in the western half of the sky, andnow and then a breath of wind came from the sea, with a slight saw-edge init, but not enough to hurt. Connie could stand much more in that way now.And when I saw how she could move herself on her couch, and thought howmuch she had improved since first she was laid upon it, hope for her keptfluttering joyously in my heart. I could not help fancying even that I sawher move her legs a little; but I could not be in the least sure; and she,if she did move them, was clearly unconscious of it. Charles and Harry wereevery now and then starting up from their dinner and running off with ashout, to return with apparently increased appetite for the rest of it;and neither their mother nor I cared to interfere with the indecorum. Doraalone took it upon her to rebuke them. Wynnie was very silent, but lookedmore cheerful. Connie seemed full of quiet bliss. My wife's face was apicture of heavenly repose. The old nurse was walking about with the baby,occasionally with one hand helping the other servants to wait upon us.They, too, seemed to have a share in the gladness of the hour, and, likeAriel, did their spiriting gently.

"I'll tellyou what, Cap," said Teague, as he flung himself into the saddle, "they er houndin'airter us. They er 'buzin' the wimmin an' killin' the childern; stidder carryin' out thelaw, they er gwine about a-shootin' an' a-murderin'. So fur, so good. Well, now,lemme tell you: the hawk 'a done lit once too much in the chicken-lot. This is a freecountry. I hain't a-layin' no blame on you. Me an' Sis stood by you when the boys s'orethey wuz a-gwine to rattle you up. We made 'em behave the'rse'ves, an' I hain't a-blamin'you, but they er houndin' airter us, an' ef I wuz you I wouldn't stay on this hill nary'nuther minnit longer than it 'ud take me to git offn it. When the boys git wind er thisongodly bizness, they ull be mighty hard to hol'. I reckon maybe you'll be a-gwine downabout Atlanty. Well, you thes watch an' see what stan' the Government's gwinetertake 'bout Ab Bonner, an' ef hit don't take no stan', you thes drap in thar an' tell 'emhow you seed er ole man name Teague Poteet, an' he 'lowed that the revenue fellersbetter not git too clost ter Hog Mountain, bekaze the hidin'-out bizness is done played.The law what's good enough fer pore little Ab Bonner is good enough fer the men what shot'im." 2b1af7f3a8