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"I'll take keer of her, pap," he had fervently sworn

Then, Henry South had lifted a treer, and pointed to the

wall above the hearth There, upon a set of buck-antlers, hung the

Winchester rifle And, again, Samson had nodded, but this time he did

not speak That moment was to his mind the most sacred of his life; it

had been a dedication to a purpose The arms of the father had then and

there been bequeathed to the son, and with the arms a mission for their

use After a brief pause, Samson told of the funeral He had a

reh speech the desolate picture; the

wailing mourners on the bleak hillside, with the Nove their wet streaon" had

carried the coffin in lieu of a hearse Saddled s that had followed their rave, and split the silence with

their yelps as the first clod fell He recalled, too, the bitter voice

hich his ed burying ground, where only the forlorn cedars were green She

was leaning on the boy's thin shoulders at the moment He had felt her

arm stiffen with her words, and, as her arm stiffened, his own positive

nature stiffened with it

"Henry believed in law and order I did, too But they wouldn't let us

have it that way Frooin' to raise my boy to kill

Hollmans"