"Ha, ha, ha! Chub don't mind your hickories--Chub's fingers are long--he
will pull away all the stones of your house, and then you will have to
live in the tree-top."
But on a sudden his tune was changed, as Rivers, half-irritated by the
pertinacity of the dwarf, pull out a pistol, and directed it at his
head. In a moment, the old influence was predominant, and in undisguised
terror he cried out--
"Now don't--don't, Mr. Guy--don't you shoot Chub--Chub won't laugh
again--he won't pull away the stones--he won't."
The outlaw now laughed himself at the terror which he had inspired, and
beckoning the boy near him, he proceeded, if possible, to persuade him
into a feeling of amity. There was a strange temper in him with
reference to this outcast. His deformity--his desolate condition--his
deficient intellect, inspired, in the breast of the fierce man, a
feeling of sympathy, which he had not entertained for the whole world of
humanity beside.
Such is the contradictory character of the misled and the erring spirit.
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