Tess of the Storm Country | Page 2

been goin' on
why ye ain't made no offer to find the fellow."
"Ain't had no time," said the desperate cleaner of fish; "had to get bread
and beans, to say nothin' of bacon."
"But why didn't ye send the brat to the workhouse?" asked Jake.
"Satisfied" Longman, as he was called, shook his head.
"I was satisfied to let it stay," was all he answered.
"My old mammy says," offered Ben Letts, "as how yer son Ezy asked
Tessibel Skinner to marry him and as how she slicked him in the face
with a dirty dishrag."
He slowly closed the scarlet lids over his crossed eyes, suspending the
pickerel in his hand the while.
"Tess ain't had no mother," remonstrated Longman, after a long silence,
pausing a moment in his bloody work and allowing his eyes to rest

upon the magnificent buildings of the University, rearing above the
town, "and Myry says that them what has ought to be satisfied."
Just then a shadow fell upon the shore of the lake near the fishermen.
"There air Tess now," muttered Letts and his two companions eyed a
figure clad in rags, with flying copper-colored hair and bare dirty feet,
which dropped down beside Longman without asking whether or no.
"Cleanin' fish?" she queried.
"Can't ye see?" growled Ben.
"'Course I can," she answered; "just wondered if ye knowed yerselves."
"Where be yer dad?" queried Longman, smiling as he caught up two
long fish, depositing one beside him where it flopped helplessly about
upon the hot sand.
"Gone to Ithacy," replied Tessibel, and without change of expression or
color caught the floundering fish in her dirty fingers.
"I air a hittin' the little devil on the head with a stone," said she, and
with a pointed rock she expertly tapped the fish three times behind the
beady eyes and threw him down again motionless.
"Suppose seein' the fish wrigglin' gives Tessibel mollygrubs in her
belly," grinned Jake Brewer, but Ben Letts broke in.
"How be yer toad to-day, Tessibel?"
This he said with a malevolent smile, as he took from his pocket a huge
hunk of tobacco and munched a generous mouthful therefrom.
"Pretty well," answered Tess pertly, and measuring the blue water with
her eye, she sent a flat stone skipping across it. Then with darkening
face she wheeled about upon the heavy squatter.
"But air it any of yer business how my toad air, Ben Letts?"

"Naw," laughed Ben, nudging Jake in the ribs with his bare elbow,
"only I thought as how he might be dead." Then he whispered to
Brewer, "Wait till I get at him."
"Dead--dead, who said as how he air dead? Ye in't been a rubberin' in
his hole, have ye, Ben Letts?"
Ben only laughed in reply.
"Ye have, Ben Letts, ye have, damn ye," screamed the girl now
glowering above the fishermen with eyes changing to the deep copper
of her hair. "Take that, and that, and that."
She had snatched the long fish from his fingers, and with swift swirls
slapped it thrice into the fisherman's face. Turning she flashed away,
her long shadows giving out the smaller ones of the tatters that hung
about her.
"I'll be goldarned," gasped Letts, "and I'll be goldarned twice if I don't
get even with her some of these here days. The devil's built his nest in
her alright, and if hell fire don't get her, it'll be 'cause she air burned up
by her own cussed wickedness."
He rubbed his face frantically with the soiled sleeve of his shirt,
spitting out the scales and blood that hat lodged between his
dark-colored teeth.
"Ye're always a tormentin' her, Ben," said Longman; "now if ye was
only satisfied to let her alone, I air a thinkin' that she wouldn't bother ye.
Tess air a good girl, for Myry says as how she can hush the brat when
he air a howlin' like a nigger."
"She'll cast a spell over him, that's what she will," muttered Ben Letts.
"Her ma could take off warts afore she was knee high to a grasshopper,
and so can Tess. Once she whispered ten off from Minister Graves'
hand under his very eyes when he was a laughin' at the idee."
"Wish they'd lit on his nose," broke out Jake Brewer, darkly, "he

wouldn't be makin' it so hard for us down here. He gets his bread on
Sunday if any man does. But they do say as how, when he sees Tess a
comin' along, he scoots like a jack-rabbit."
"Sposin' the Dominie don't laugh now, sposin' he don't," put in
Longman with a chuckle, "he air lost the ten warts, ain't he? Tess ain't
the worst in this here county."
"She can keep the bread-risin' from comin' up," objected Brewer; "she