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Title: All the Brothers Were Valiant

Author: Ben Ames Williams

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ALL THE BROTHERS WERE VALIANT

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ALL THE BROTHERS WERE VALIANT

by

BEN AMES WILLIAMS

New York
The MacMillan Company
1919

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Copyright, 1919, by
The Ridgway Company

Copyright, 1919
by The MacMillan Company

Set up and electrotyped. Published, May, 1919

ALL THE BROTHERS WERE VALIANT

ALL THE BROTHERS WERE VALIANT

I

The fine old house stood on Jumping Tom Hill, above the town. It had
stood there before there was a town, when only a cabin or two fringed the
woods below, nearer the shore. The weather boarding had been brought in
ships from England, ready sawed; likewise the bricks of the chimney.
Indians used to come to the house in the cold of winter, begging shelter.
Given blankets, and food, and drink, they slept upon the kitchen floor;
and when Joel Shore's great-great-grandfather came down in the morning,
he found Indians and blankets gone together. Sometimes the Indians came
back with a venison haunch, or a bear steak ... sometimes not at all.

The house had, now, the air of disuse which old New England houses often
have. It was in perfect repair; its paint was white, and its shutters
hung squarely at the windows. But the grass was uncut in the yard, and
the lack of a veranda, and the tight-closed doors and windows, made the
house seem lifeless and lacking the savor of human presence. There was a
white-painted picket fence around the yard; and