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With his father's death Sa had ended His

responsibility noas far stoic for his ave up to a devouring sort of study, but his books were few

When, two years later, he laid the body of the Widow South beside that

of his father in the ragged hillside burying-ground, he turned his

nag's head away from the cabin where he had been born, and rode over to

make his home at his Uncle Spicer's place He had, in mountain

parlance, "heired" a farm of four hundred acres, but a boy of twelve

can hardly operate a farm, even if he be so stalwart a boy as Samson

His Uncle Spicer wanted hie of his property as guardian; placed a kinsman there to till

it, on shares, and faithfully set aside for the boy what revenue came

from the stony acres

He knew that they would be rich acres whendeeper than the hoe could scratch, and opened the veins

where the coal slept its unstirring sleep The oldas had Samson's father, and the little shaver's

education ended, except for what he could wrest fro Holleneral battle at a priht for the control that would insure the victors safety

against "law trouble," and put into their hands the weapons of the

courts

Saht, and

the account he had given of hihting effectiveness So sanguinary had been this