"
Suddenly he looked up, attracted by the bleating of a lamb; and up
higher among the crags he went, found the little thing caught between
two rocks, almost starved. "You don't belong to me," he said, taking the
lamb in his arms, "but yo' life belongs to you an' in the sight o' the
Lord mebby it amounts to as much as mine." He took the lamb down to the
house, gave it milk, and then took it back upon the hill-side, and,
putting it on the ground, said: "Thar, I reckon you'd better run along
home. Yo' mammy mout be distressed about you."
Upon returning to the house he found that his visitors had come back
from the post-office. Jim was gazing at Mrs. Mayfield, Tom was shyly
striving to dispel Lou's shyness, Mrs. Mayfield was talking romance.
"Oh, I could not have believed that such a place existed," she said to
Starbuck. "I was warned not to come here, that the people were ungentle
and that the report of the gun was oftener heard than the strains of the
song; but I find that your life here is almost uneventful music."
"I don't know what sort of music that is, ma'm, but if you say so, I'd
be willin' to bet on it.
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