Farbach, turning again to stare at his chickens.
"Git owit."
"What?"
"Git owit," repeated the other, without passion, without anger, without any expression whatsoever.
"Git owit."
The reporter's prejudice against the German nation dated from that moment.
There were others, here and there, who were less self-contained than the brewer.A farm-hand struck a fellow laborer in the harvest-field for speaking ill of Joe; and the unravelling of a strange street fight, one day, disclosed as its cause a like resentment, on the part of a blind broom-maker, engendered by a like offence.The broom-maker's companion, reading the Tocsin as the two walked together, had begun the quarrel by remarking that Happy Fear ought to be hanged once for his own sake and twice more "to show up that shyster Louden." Warm words followed, leading to extremely material conflict, in which, in spite of his blindness, the broom-maker had so much the best of it that he was removed from the triumphant attitude he had assumed toward the person of his adversary, which was an admirable imitation of the dismounted St.George and the Dragon, and conveyed to the jail.Keenest investigation failed to reveal anything oblique in the man's record; to the astonishment of Canaan, there was nothing against him.He was blind and moderately poor;but a respectable, hard-working artisan, and a pride to the church in which he was what has been called an "active worker." It was discovered that his sensitiveness to his companion's attack on Joseph Louden arose from the fact that Joe had obtained the acquittal of an imbecile sister of the blind man, a two-thirds-witted woman who had been charged with bigamy.