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His
one
secret
thought
became
like
a
chain
binding
down
his
spirit
and
like
a
serpent
gnawing
into
his
heart
;
and
he
was
transformed
into
a
sad
and
downcast
yet
irritable
man
.
In
the
course
of
a
few
years
after
their
marriage
changes
began
to
be
visible
in
the
external
prosperity
of
Reuben
and
Dorcas
.
The
only
riches
of
the
former
had
been
his
stout
heart
and
strong
arm
;
but
the
latter
,
her
father
’
s
sole
heiress
,
had
made
her
husband
master
of
a
farm
,
under
older
cultivation
,
larger
,
and
better
stocked
than
most
of
the
frontier
establishments
.
Reuben
Bourne
,
however
,
was
a
neglectful
husbandman
;
and
,
while
the
lands
of
the
other
settlers
became
annually
more
fruitful
,
his
deteriorated
in
the
same
proportion
.
The
discouragements
to
agriculture
were
greatly
lessened
by
the
cessation
of
Indian
war
,
during
which
men
held
the
plough
in
one
hand
and
the
musket
in
the
other
,
and
were
fortunate
if
the
products
of
their
dangerous
labor
were
not
destroyed
,
either
in
the
field
or
in
the
barn
,
by
the
savage
enemy
.
But
Reuben
did
not
profit
by
the
altered
condition
of
the
country
;
nor
can
it
be
denied
that
his
intervals
of
industrious
attention
to
his
affairs
were
but
scantily
rewarded
with
success
.
The
irritability
by
which
he
had
recently
become
distinguished
was
another
cause
of
his
declining
prosperity
,
as
it
occasioned
frequent
quarrels
in
his
unavoidable
intercourse
with
the
neighboring
settlers
.
The
results
of
these
were
innumerable
lawsuits
;
for
the
people
of
New
England
,
in
the
earliest
stages
and
wildest
circumstances
of
the
country
,
adopted
,
whenever
attainable
,
the
legal
mode
of
deciding
their
differences
.
To
be
brief
,
the
world
did
not
go
well
with
Reuben
Bourne
;
and
,
though
not
till
many
years
after
his
marriage
,
he
was
finally
a
ruined
man
,
with
but
one
remaining
expedient
against
the
evil
fate
that
had
pursued
him
.
He
was
to
throw
sunlight
into
some
deep
recess
of
the
forest
,
and
seek
subsistence
from
the
virgin
bosom
of
the
wilderness
.
The
only
child
of
Reuben
and
Dorcas
was
a
son
,
now
arrived
at
the
age
of
fifteen
years
,
beautiful
in
youth
,
and
giving
promise
of
a
glorious
manhood
.
He
was
peculiarly
qualified
for
,
and
already
began
to
excel
in
,
the
wild
accomplishments
of
frontier
life
.
His
foot
was
fleet
,
his
aim
true
,
his
apprehension
quick
,
his
heart
glad
and
high
;
and
all
who
anticipated
the
return
of
Indian
war
spoke
of
Cyrus
Bourne
as
a
future
leader
in
the
land
.
The
boy
was
loved
by
his
father
with
a
deep
and
silent
strength
,
as
if
whatever
was
good
and
happy
in
his
own
nature
had
been
transferred
to
his
child
,
carrying
his
affections
with
it
.
Even
Dorcas
,
though
loving
and
beloved
,
was
far
less
dear
to
him
;
for
Reuben
’
s
secret
thoughts
and
insulated
emotions
had
gradually
made
him
a
selfish
man
,
and
he
could
no
longer
love
deeply
except
where
he
saw
or
imagined
some
reflection
or
likeness
of
his
own
mind
.
In
Cyrus
he
recognized
what
he
had
himself
been
in
other
days
;
and
at
intervals
he
seemed
to
partake
of
the
boy
’
s
spirit
,
and
to
be
revived
with
a
fresh
and
happy
life
.
Reuben
was
accompanied
by
his
son
in
the
expedition
,
for
the
purpose
of
selecting
a
tract
of
land
and
felling
and
burning
the
timber
,
which
necessarily
preceded
the
removal
of
the
household
gods
.
Two
months
of
autumn
were
thus
occupied
,
after
which
Reuben
Bourne
and
his
young
hunter
returned
to
spend
their
last
winter
in
the
settlements
.
It
was
early
in
the
month
of
May
that
the
little
family
snapped
asunder
whatever
tendrils
of
affections
had
clung
to
inanimate
objects
,
and
bade
farewell
to
the
few
who
,
in
the
blight
of
fortune
,
called
themselves
their
friends
.
The
sadness
of
the
parting
moment
had
,
to
each
of
the
pilgrims
,
its
peculiar
alleviations
.
Reuben
,
a
moody
man
,
and
misanthropic
because
unhappy
,
strode
onward
with
his
usual
stern
brow
and
downcast
eye
,
feeling
few
regrets
and
disdaining
to
acknowledge
any
.
Dorcas
,
while
she
wept
abundantly
over
the
broken
ties
by
which
her
simple
and
affectionate
nature
had
bound
itself
to
everything
,
felt
that
the
inhabitants
of
her
inmost
heart
moved
on
with
her
,
and
that
all
else
would
be
supplied
wherever
she
might
go
.
And
the
boy
dashed
one
tear
-
drop
from
his
eye
,
and
thought
of
the
adventurous
pleasures
of
the
untrodden
forest
.
Oh
,
who
,
in
the
enthusiasm
of
a
daydream
,
has
not
wished
that
he
were
a
wanderer
in
a
world
of
summer
wilderness
,
with
one
fair
and
gentle
being
hanging
lightly
on
his
arm
?
In
youth
his
free
and
exulting
step
would
know
no
barrier
but
the
rolling
ocean
or
the
snow
-
topped
mountains
;
calmer
manhood
would
choose
a
home
where
Nature
had
strewn
a
double
wealth
in
the
vale
of
some
transparent
stream
;
and
when
hoary
age
,
after
long
,
long
years
of
that
pure
life
,
stole
on
and
found
him
there
,
it
would
find
him
the
father
of
a
race
,
the
patriarch
of
a
people
,
the
founder
of
a
mighty
nation
yet
to
be
.
When
death
,
like
the
sweet
sleep
which
we
welcome
after
a
day
of
happiness
,
came
over
him
,
his
far
descendants
would
mourn
over
the
venerated
dust
.
Enveloped
by
tradition
in
mysterious
attributes
,
the
men
of
future
generations
would
call
him
godlike
;
and
remote
posterity
would
see
him
standing
,
dimly
glorious
,
far
up
the
valley
of
a
hundred
centuries
.
The
tangled
and
gloomy
forest
through
which
the
personages
of
my
tale
were
wandering
differed
widely
from
the
dreamer
’
s
land
of
fantasy
;
yet
there
was
something
in
their
way
of
life
that
Nature
asserted
as
her
own
,
and
the
gnawing
cares
which
went
with
them
from
the
world
were
all
that
now
obstructed
their
happiness
.
One
stout
and
shaggy
steed
,
the
bearer
of
all
their
wealth
,
did
not
shrink
from
the
added
weight
of
Dorcas
;
although
her
hardy
breeding
sustained
her
,
during
the
latter
part
of
each
day
’
s
journey
,
by
her
husband
’
s
side
.
Reuben
and
his
son
,
their
muskets
on
their
shoulders
and
their
axes
slung
behind
them
,
kept
an
unwearied
pace
,
each
watching
with
a
hunter
’
s
eye
for
the
game
that
supplied
their
food
.
When
hunger
bade
,
they
halted
and
prepared
their
meal
on
the
bank
of
some
unpolluted
forest
brook
,
which
,
as
they
knelt
down
with
thirsty
lips
to
drink
,
murmured
a
sweet
unwillingness
,
like
a
maiden
at
love
’
s
first
kiss
.
They
slept
beneath
a
hut
of
branches
,
and
awoke
at
peep
of
light
refreshed
for
the
toils
of
another
day
.
Dorcas
and
the
boy
went
on
joyously
,
and
even
Reuben
’
s
spirit
shone
at
intervals
with
an
outward
gladness
;
but
inwardly
there
was
a
cold
cold
sorrow
,
which
he
compared
to
the
snowdrifts
lying
deep
in
the
glens
and
hollows
of
the
rivulets
while
the
leaves
were
brightly
green
above
.
