Ferns Hollow | Page 7

we'll fight for it,' said Tim, clenching his fists and squaring his
arms, while the men and boys formed a ring round the two lads, and
one and another spoke encouragingly to Stephen, who was somewhat
slighter and younger than Tim. He had beaten Tim once before, but that
was months ago; yet the blood rushed into Stephen's face, and he set his
lips together firmly. Up yonder, just within the range of his sight, was

Fern's Hollow, with its neglected garden, and his supper waiting for
him; and here was the heavy sack of coals to be carried for a mile, or
the choice of fighting with Tim.
'I wish I knew what I ought to do,' he said, speaking aloud, though
speaking to himself.
'Ay, ay, lad,' cried Black Thompson; 'it's a shame to make thee fight,
and thy father not cold in the graveyard yet. I say, Tim, what is it thee
wants?'
'These coals,' answered Tim doggedly, 'are to be carried to the New
Farm; and if Stevie Fern won't take them one mile, he must fight me
afore he goes off this bank.'
'Now, lads, I'll judge between ye this time,' said Black Thompson.
'Stevie shall carry them to the end of Red Lane, and cut across the hill
home: that's not much out of the way; and if Tim makes him go one
step farther, I'll lick thee myself to-morrow, lad, I promise thee.'
Stephen hoisted the sack upon his shoulders in silence, and strode away
with a swelling heart, in which a tumult of anger and perplexity was
raging. 'If I had only a commandment about these things!' he thought.
He was not quite certain whether it would not have been best and
wisest to fight with Tim and have it out; especially as Tim was all the
time taunting him for being a coward. But his father had read much to
him during the last three months; and though he could not remember
any particular commandment, he felt sure that the Bible did not
encourage fighting or drunkenness. Suddenly, and before they reached
the end of Red Lane, a light burst upon Stephen's mind.
'I say, Tim,' he said, speaking to him for the first time, 'it's four miles to
the New Farm, and I'll go with thee a mile farther than Red Lane.'
'Eh!' cried Tim; 'and get Black Thompson to lick me to-morrow?'
'No,' said Stephen earnestly, 'I'll not tell Black Thompson; and if he
hears talk of it, I'll say I did it of my own mind. Come thy ways, Tim;

let's be sharp, for I've my potatoes to hoe when I get home to-night.'
The boys walked briskly on for a few minutes, past the end of Red
Lane, though Stephen cast a wistful glance up it, and gave an impatient
jerk to the load upon his shoulders. Tim had been walking beside him
in silent reflection; but at last he came to a sudden halt.
'I can't make it out,' he said. 'What art thee up to, Stephen? Tell me out
plain, or I'll fight thee here, if Black Thompson does lick me for it.'
'Why, I've been learning to read,' answered Stephen, with some pride,
'and of course I know things I didn't used to know, and what thee
doesn't know now.'
'And what's that to do with it?' inquired Tim.
'My chapter says that if any man forces me to go one mile, I am to go
two,' replied Stephen; 'it doesn't say why exactly, but I'm going to try
what good it will be to me to do everything that my book tells me.'
'It's a queer book,' said Tim, after a pause. 'Does it say a chap may
make another chap do his work for him?'
'No,' Stephen answered; 'but it says we are to love our enemies, and do
good to them that hate us, that we may be the children of our Father
which is in heaven--that is God, Tim. So that is why I am going a mile
farther with thee.'
'I don't hate thee,' said Tim uneasily, 'but I do love fighting; I'd liever
thee'd fight than come another mile. Don't thee come any farther, I've
been bone lazy all day, and thee's been at work. And I say, Stevie, I'll
help thee with the potatoes to-morrow, to make up for this bout.'
Stephen thanked him, and accepted his offer heartily. The load was
quickly transferred to Tim's broad back, and the boys parted in more
good-will than they had ever felt before; Stephen strengthened by this
favourable result in his resolution to put in practice all he knew of the
Bible; and Tim deep in thought, as was evident from his muttering

every now and then on his way to the