Books [Declaration of Independence]
DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
“Take this load of wood in to Aunt Mary's, [?], and then go by [Emmetson's?] and get us something to eat. Tell Jeffers I'll go in one day next week and make a lien.” Papa spoke with a sort of ketch in his voice, and Mal knew what he was thinking; he got all choky mad himself.
But all he said, as he took up the lines and pulled gee on old Butler, was, “All right, Papa.”
With the gray mule solemnly pulling him and the load of wood, Mal had plenty of time to think on the three-mile trip to the village. But there was a bitter taste in his mouth, coming up from the feeling in his heart, and running plumb through his think-box as well.
On both sides of the road, the land was fresh-plowed, “To make crops for King George,” Mal thought. He had stuck the title on George Emmetson's name himself.
At Aunt Mary's he unloaded the wood, still [had?] enough to chew up sawdust and soit out scantlings. Aunt Mary asked about the family, and he couldn't even remember, later on, what he told her. He got back on the wagon and drove on up to the hitching rack where Main Street went to