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My Terminal Moraine
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It was comparatively easy to walk down the shaft and enter the tunnel, and when it happened that the men were not at work I allowed visitors to go down and view this wonderful ice-cavern. The walls of the chamber appeared semi-transparent, and the light of the candles or lanterns gave the whole scene a weird and beautiful aspect. It was almost possible to imagine one’s self surrounded by limpid waters, which might at any moment rush upon him and ingulf him.
Every day or two Tom Burton came with a party of scientific visitors, and had I chosen to stop the work of taking out ice, admitted the public and charged a price for admission, I might have made almost as much money as I at that time derived from the sale of the ice. But such a method of profit was repugnant to me.
For several days after Susan’s communication to me I worked on in my various operations, endeavoring to banish from my mind the idle nonsense she had spoken of; but one of its effects upon me was to make me feel that I ought not to allow hopes so important to rest upon uncertainties. So I determined that as soon as my house and grounds should be in a condition with which I should for the time be satisfied, I would go boldly to Mr. Havelot, and, casting out of my recollection everything that Susan had said, invite him to visit me and see for himself the results of the discovery of which he had spoken with such derisive contempt. This would be a straightforward and business-like answer to his foolish objections to me, and I believed that in his heart the old gentleman would properly appreciate my action.
About this time there came to my place Aaron Boyce, an elderly farmer of the neighborhood, and, finding me outside, he seized the opportunity to have a chat with me.
“I tell you what it is, Mr. Cuthbert,” said he, “the people in this neighborhood hasn’t give you credit for what’s in you. The way you have fixed up this place, and the short time you have took to do it, is enough to show us now what sort of a man you are; and I tell you, sir, we’re proud of you for a neighbor. I don’t believe there’s another gentleman in this county of your age that could have done what you have done in so short a time. I expect now you will be thinking of getting married and startin’ housekeepin’ in a regular fashion. That comes just as natural as to set hens in the spring. By the way, have you heard that old Mr. Havelot’s thinkin’ of goin’ abroad? I didn’t believe he would ever do that again, because he’s gettin’ pretty well on in years, but old men will do queer things as well as young ones.”
“Going abroad!” I cried. “Does he intend to take his daughter with him?”
Mr. Aaron Boyce smiled grimly. He was a great old gossip, and he had already obtained the information he wanted. “Yes,” he said, “I’ve heard it was on her account he’s going. She’s been kind of weakly lately, they tell me, and hasn’t took to her food, and the doctors has said that what she wants is a sea voyage and a change to foreign parts.”
Going abroad! Foreign parts! This was more terrible than anything I had imagined. I would go to Mr. Havelot that very evening, the only time which I would be certain to find him at home, and talk to him in a way which would be sure to bring him to his senses, if he had any. And if I should find that he had no sense of propriety or justice, no sense of his duty to his fellow-man and to his offspring, then I would begin a bold fight for Agnes, a fight which I would not give up until, with her own lips, she told me that it would be useless. I would follow her to Kentucky, to Europe, to the uttermost ends of the earth. I could do it now. The frozen deposits in my terminal moraine would furnish me with the means. I walked away and left the old farmer standing grinning. No doubt my improvements and renovations had been the subject of gossip in the neighborhood, and he had come over to see if he could find out anything definite in regard to the object of them. He had succeeded, but he had done more: he had nerved me to instantly begin the conquest of Agnes, whether by diplomacy or war.