[Erema by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookErema CHAPTER IX 6/20
Sawyer Gundry could have taken him with one hand and tossed him over the undershot wheel. "You forget that I have not seen any thing," I said, "and understand nothing but 'needles and pins.' But, for fear of doing any harm, I will not even say that I have been down here, unless I am asked about it." "Miss Remy, you are a good girl, and you shall have the mill some day. Lord, don't your little great eyes see the job they are a-doin' of? The finest stroke in all Californy, when the stubborn old chap takes to quartz-crushing." All this was beyond me, and I told him so, and we parted good friends, while he shook his long head and went home to feed many pappooses. For the strangest thing of all things was, though I never at that time thought of it, that there was not any one about this place whom any one could help liking.
Martin took as long as any body to be liked, until one understood him; but after that he was one of the best, in many ways that can not be described.
Also there was a pair of negroes, simply and sweetly delightful.
They worked all day and they sang all night, though I had not the pleasure of hearing them; and the more Suan Isco despised them--because they were black, and she was only brown--the more they made up to her, not at all because she governed the supply of victuals. It was childish to have such ideas, though Suan herself could never get rid of them.
The truth, as I came to know afterward, was that a large, free-hearted, and determined man was at the head of every thing.
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