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A Flight for Life.

           “Youshallsmartforthis!”Stangersoncried,whitewithrage. “YouhavedefiedtheProphetandtheCouncilofFour.Youshallrueittotheendofyourdays.” 

           “ThehandoftheLordshallbeheavyuponyou,”criedyoungDrebber; “Hewillariseandsmiteyou!” 

           “ThenI’llstartthesmiting,”exclaimedFerrierfuriously,andwouldhaverushedupstairsforhisgunhadnotLucyseizedhimbythearmandrestrainedhim. Beforehecouldescapefromher,theclatterofhorses’hoofstoldhimthattheywerebeyondhisreach. 

           “Theyoungcantingrascals!”heexclaimed,wipingtheperspirationfromhisforehead;“Iwouldsoonerseeyouinyourgrave,mygirl,thanthewifeofeitherofthem.” 

           “AndsoshouldI,father,”sheanswered,withspirit;“butJeffersonwillsoonbehere.” 

           “Yes.Itwillnotbelongbeforehecomes. Thesoonerthebetter,forwedonotknowwhattheirnextmovemaybe.” 

           Itwas,indeed,hightimethatsomeonecapableofgivingadviceandhelpshouldcometotheaidofthesturdyoldfarmerandhisadopteddaughter. InthewholehistoryofthesettlementtherehadneverbeensuchacaseofrankdisobediencetotheauthorityoftheElders. Ifminorerrorswerepunishedsosternly,whatwouldbethefateofthisarchrebel. Ferrierknewthathiswealthandpositionwouldbeofnoavailtohim. Othersaswellknownandasrichashimselfhadbeenspiritedawaybeforenow,andtheirgoodsgivenovertotheChurch. Hewasabraveman,buthetrembledatthevague,shadowyterrorswhichhungoverhim. 

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