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<h2><abbr title="Seven">VII</abbr> HEROES AND HERO WORSHIP</h2> <h3>Saturday Bed-time.</h3> While the boys were scrubbing their rooms after breakfast this morning, Keats sauntered in, saying he had finished his job of cleaning the chicken-yard. I went back, found it anything but clean, and called up to Hen, who was sweeping the back steps, "Tell Keats to come back here and clean this yard better!" He had just passed the word along, "Hi, son, she says for you to come back and lick your calf over!" (I am becoming used to being "she" and "her" on all occasions) when Nucky appeared in the back door, waving excitedly for me. Not knowing what battle, murder or sudden death might be in progress, I flew up the walk. The boys were all hanging out the front door. Nucky shot me through them like a catapult, saying, "Take a look at that 'ere man,—it's Asher Hardwick, from over in Bloody Boyne. He's kilt twenty-four in war, and nine in peace, and wouldn't wipe his foot on Achilles!" A gray, venerable-looking man was passing down the road on an ambling nag. "That man wouldn't hurt a fly," I said; "you must be mistaken." "No, I haint,—I've seed him before. Of course he wouldn't hurt nobody less'n he was driv' to it; but the Mohuns just wouldn't give him no peace at all till they was all kilt off,—same as the Cheevers does us." "But how could he kill nine in peace?" I asked. "Kilt them just accidental,—they was witless folk that never knowed enough to keep out of his way when he was out after Mohuns. Asher he'd feel terrible about such as that." To-night as I related more Trojan War, there were frequent interruptions from Nucky (who, during the stories, holds the place at my right hand always) such as, "I can beat that with Asher Hardwick!", "Blant wouldn't have took no such sass from Agamemnon or nobody!", and then would follow stories which did indeed sometimes beat Greeks and Trojans. Later, he remarked, "If Hector and Achilles and them had a-lived now-a-days, they'd have got song-ballads made up about 'em, same as Asher and Blant. There's four or five about Asher—" "I know one," interrupted Absalom. "And there's one about Blant's revengement on the Cheevers when they laywayed him in April,—Basil Beaumont, over on Powderhorn, he made it." "I know that, too," said Absalom. "Achilles and Hector," I said, "did have song ballads made up about them, the very tales I am relating to you now; and a great blind poet, named Homer, went about singing them from palace to palace." "Same as Basil Beaumont," said Nucky; "he don't never do a lick of work,—folks gives him his bed and vittles just to set in the chimley-corner and pick and sing song-ballads." Geordie had left the room when Absalom spoke; he now returned with a small, homemade banjo—produced, I suppose, from the mysterious locked box he keeps there—and Absalom, tuning it, began to pick and sing an indescribably bloody and doleful song, "The Doom of the Mohuns," which fairly made my blood run cold. This finished, "Blant's Revengement" was demanded and sung, the words of it being as follows: <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> Blant Marrs he was a fighting boy, Most handy with his gun. On Trigger Branch of Powderhorn His famous deeds were done. </div> <div class="stanza"> For thirty year' the war it raged All o'er a strip of bottom. Sometimes the Marrses triumphed strong, Again, the Cheevers got 'em. </div> <div class="stanza"> His paw lamed up, his uncles kilt, Five year' Blant mourned his land, Until, good-grown, beside the fence He took his battle-stand. </div> <div class="stanza"> Then Ben and Jeems they bit the dust And perished in their gore, And many Cheevers his good gun Felt sharp, and dreaded sore. </div> <div class="stanza"> Elhannon, Todd and Dalton then Planned Blant for to layway All unbeknownst, while travelling Upon a fair spring day. </div> <div class="stanza"> Beneath a cliff where Trigger bends In ambush they lay low. Oh, Blant, you better say your prayers! Death lurks at your elbow! </div> <div class="stanza"> Oh, Blant, I wish you was safe at home; I think you'll never be; I would not give a tallow-dip For all your chance I see! </div> <div class="stanza"> He comes, he hears a swift lock click, And, swifter than the wind, He turns, six barrels emptying Before they can begin. </div> <div class="stanza"> Elhannon nevermore will see The sun rise o'er the peak; And Todd and Dalt, up from their wounds, Far, absent countries seek. </div> </div> During the singing, the other boys cast envious <ins title="Transcriber's Note: The original had 'glaces'">glances</ins> in Nucky's direction, and Philip probably voiced the sentiments of all when he exclaimed, "Dag gone, I wisht I had a big brother as mean as Blant!" <hr /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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