But his grief
was of short duration. "Tell me, what did
they call you?"
"Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives
called me the Dawn Pearl. The evenings were beginning to draw
out, and it would not be dark for an hour. Everybody looked askance at everybody
else. Understand me! I forbid it. "
"Ay, but he will. " "Where
are they?"
"Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and
flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. ”
He ruminated for a minute. "Were it not for that, he would indeed be a blessing and a comfort to me. "
"Oh! do not say so," replied his wretched parent. "
Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that
perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same
category as this Taber. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he
dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. Then his tiny
bow mouth opened into an adoring smile. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob.
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