Twice Told Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 524 pages of information about Twice Told Tales.

Twice Told Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 524 pages of information about Twice Told Tales.

“Because he could not spend it,” said Tabitha, “for as often as he went to unlock the chest the Old Scratch came behind and caught his arm.  The money, they say, was paid Peter out of his purse, and he wanted Peter to give him a deed of this house and land, which Peter swore he would not do.”

“Just as I swore to John Brown, my old partner,” remarked Peter.  “But this is all nonsense, Tabby; I don’t believe the story.”

“Well, it may not be just the truth,” said Tabitha, “for some folks say that Peter did make over the house to the Old Scratch, and that’s the reason it has always been so unlucky to them that lived in it.  And as soon as Peter had given him the deed the chest flew open, and Peter caught up a handful of the gold.  But, lo and behold! there was nothing in his fist but a parcel of old rags.”

“Hold your tongue, you silly old Tabby!” cried Peter, in great wrath.  “They were as good golden guineas as ever bore the effigies of the king of England.  It seems as if I could recollect the whole circumstance, and how I, or old Peter, or whoever it was, thrust in my hand, or his hand, and drew it out all of a blaze with gold.  Old rags indeed!”

But it was not an old woman’s legend that would discourage Peter Goldthwaite.  All night long he slept among pleasant dreams, and awoke at daylight with a joyous throb of the heart which few are fortunate enough to feel beyond their boyhood.  Day after day he labored hard without wasting a moment except at meal-times, when Tabitha summoned him to the pork and cabbage, or such other sustenance as she had picked up or Providence had sent them.  Being a truly pious man, Peter never failed to ask a blessing—­if the food were none of the best, then so much the more earnestly, as it was more needed—­nor to return thanks, if the dinner had been scanty, yet for the good appetite which was better than a sick stomach at a feast.  Then did he hurry back to his toil, and in a moment was lost to sight in a cloud of dust from the old walls, though sufficiently perceptible to the ear by the clatter which he raised in the midst of it.

How enviable is the consciousness of being usefully employed!  Nothing troubled Peter, or nothing but those phantoms of the mind which seem like vague recollections, yet have also the aspect of presentiments.  He often paused with his axe uplifted in the air, and said to himself, “Peter Goldthwaite, did you never strike this blow before?” or “Peter, what need of tearing the whole house down?  Think a little while, and you will remember where the gold is hidden.”  Days and weeks passed on, however, without any remarkable discovery.  Sometimes, indeed, a lean gray rat peeped forth at the lean gray man, wondering what devil had got into the old house, which had always been so peaceable till now.  And occasionally Peter sympathized with the sorrows of a female mouse who had brought five or six pretty, little, soft and delicate young ones into the world just in time to see them crushed by its ruin.  But as yet no treasure.

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