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laugh… the wild; screaming laugh of a born idiot… are sounds that we

sometimes tremble to hear; and would always willingly forget。 Poets

have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins so fearfully

appropriate as a laugh。 And even the obtuse lime…burner felt his

nerves shaken; as this strange man looked inward at his own heart; and

burst into laughter that rolled away into the night; and was

indistinctly reverberated among the hills。

   〃Joe;〃 said he to his little son; 〃scamper down to the tavern in

the village; and tell the jolly fellows there that Ethan Brand has

come back; and that he has found the Unpardonable Sin!〃

   The boy darted away on his errand; to which Ethan Brand made no

objection; nor seemed hardly to notice it。 He sat on a log of wood;

looking steadfastly at the iron door of the kiln。 When the child was

out of sight; and his swift and light footsteps ceased to be heard

treading first on the fallen leaves and then on the rocky mountain

path; the lime…burner began to regret his departure。 He felt that

the little fellow's presence had been a barrier between his guest

and himself; and that he must now deal; heart to heart; with a man

who; on his own confession; had committed the one only crime for which

Heaven could afford no mercy。 That crime; in its indistinct blackness;

seemed to overshadow him。 The lime…burner's own sins rose up within

him; and made his memory riotous with a throng of evil shapes that

asserted their kindred with the Master Sin; whatever it might be;

which it was within the scope of man's corrupted nature to conceive

and cherish。 They were all of one family; they went to and fro between

his breast and Ethan Brand's; and carried dark greetings from one to

the other。

   Then Bartram remembered the stories which had grown traditionary in

reference to this strange man; who had come upon him like a shadow

of the night; and was making himself at home in his old place; after

so long absence that the dead people; dead and buried for years; would

have had more right to be at home; in any familiar spot; than he。

Ethan Brand; it was said; had conversed with Satan himself in the

lurid blaze of this very kiln。 The legend had been matter of mirth

heretofore but looked grisly now。 According to this tale; before Ethan

Brand departed on his search; he had been accustomed to evoke a

fiend from the hot furnace of the lime…kiln; night after night; in

order to confer with him about the Unpardonable Sin; the man and the

fiend each laboring to frame the image of some mode of guilt which

could neither be atoned for nor forgiven。 And; with the first gleam of

light upon the mountain…top; the fiend crept in at the iron door;

there to abide the intensest element of fire; until again summoned

forth to share in the dreadful task of extending man's possible

guilt beyond the scope of Heaven's else infinite mercy。

   While the lime…burner was struggling with the horror of these

thoughts; Ethan Brand rose from the log; and flung open the door of

the kiln。 The action was in such accordance with the idea in Bartram's

mind; that he almost expected to see the Evil One issue forth; red…hot

from the raging furnace。

   〃Hold! hold!〃 cried he; with a tremulous attempt to laugh; for he

was ashamed of his fears; although they overmastered him。 〃Don't;

for mercy's sake; bring out your devil now!〃

   〃Man!〃 sternly replied Ethan Brand; 〃what need have I of the devil?

I have left him behind me; on my track。 It is with such halfway

sinners as you that he busies himself。 Fear not because I open the

door。 I do but act by old custom; and am going to trim your fire; like

a lime…burner; as I was once。〃

   He stirred the vast coals; thrust in more wood; and bent forward to

gaze into the hollow prison…house of the fire; regardless of the

fierce glow that reddened upon his face。 The lime…burner sat

watching him; and half suspected his strange guest of a purpose; if

not to evoke a fiend; at least to plunge bodily into the flames; and

thus vanish from the sight of man。 Ethan Brand; however; drew

quietly back; and closed the door of the kiln。

   〃I have looked; said he; 〃into many a human heart that was seven

times hotter with sinful passions than yonder furnace is with fire。

But I found not there what I sought。 No; not the Unpardonable Sin!〃

   〃What is the Unpardonable Sin?〃 asked the lime…burner; and then

he shrank further from his companion; trembling lest his question

should be answered。

   〃It is a sin that grew within my own breast;〃 replied Ethan

Brand; standing erect; with a pride that distinguishes all enthusiasts

of his stamp。 〃A sin that grew nowhere else! The sin of an intellect

that triumphed over the sense of brotherhood with man and reverence

for God; and sacrificed everything to its own mighty claims! The

only sin that deserves a recompense of immortal agony! Freely; were it

to do again; would I incur the guilt。 Unshrinkingly I accept the

retribution!〃

   〃The man's head is turned;〃 muttered the lime…burner to himself。

〃He may be a sinner; like the rest of us… nothing more likely… but;

I'll be sworn; he is a madman too。〃

   Nevertheless he felt uncomfortable at his situation; alone with

Ethan Brand on the wild mountain…side; and was right glad to hear

the rough murmur of tongues; and the footsteps of what seemed a pretty

numerous party; stumbling over the stones and rustling through the

underbrush。 Soon appeared the whole lazy regiment that was wont to

infest the village tavern comprehending three or four individuals

who had drunk flip beside the bar…room fire through all the winters;

and smoked their pipes beneath the stoop through all the summers;

since Ethan Brand's departure。 Laughing boisterously; and mingling all

their voices together in unceremonious talk; they now burst into the

moonshine and narrow streaks of fire…light that illuminated the open

space before the lime…kiln。 Bartram set the door ajar again;

flooding the spot with light; that the whole company might get a

fair view of Ethan Brand; and he of them。

   There; among other old acquaintances; was a once ubiquitous man;

now almost extinct; but whom we were formerly sure to encounter at the

hotel of every thriving village throughout the country。 It was the

stage…agent。 The present specimen of the genus was a wilted and

smoke…dried man; wrinkled and red…nosed; in a smartly cut; brown;

bob…tailed coat; with brass buttons; who; for a length of time

unknown; had kept his desk and corner in the bar…room; and was still

puffing what seemed to be the same cigar that he had lighted twenty

years before。 He had great fame as a dry joker; though; perhaps;

less on account of any intrinsic humor than from a certain flavor of

brandy…toddy and tobacco…smoke; which impregnated all his ideas and

expressions; as well as his person。 Another well…remembered though

strangely altered face was that of Lawyer Giles; as people still

called him in courtesy; an elderly ragamuffin; in his soiled

shirt…sleeves and tow…cloth trousers。 This poor fellow had been an

attorney; in what he called his better days; a sharp practitioner; and

in great vogue among the village litigants; but flip; and sling; and

toddy; and cocktails; imbibed at all hours; morning; noon; and

night; had caused him to slide from intellectual to various kinds

and degrees of bodily labor; till; at last; to adopt his own phrase;

he slid into a soap…vat。 In other words; Giles was now a

soap…boiler; in a small way。 He had come to be but the fragment of a

human being; a part of one foot having been chopped off by an axe; and

an entire hand torn away by the devilish grip of a steam…engine。

Yet; though the corporeal hand was gone; a spiritual member

remained; for; stretching forth the stump; Giles steadfastly averred

that he felt an invisible thumb and fingers with as vivid a

sensation as before the real ones were amputated。 A maimed and

miserable wretch he was; but one; nevertheless; whom the world could

not trample on; and had no right to scorn; either in this or any

previous stage of his misfortunes; since he had still kept up the

courage and spirit of a man; asked nothing in charity; and with his

one hand… and that the left one… fought a stern battle against want

and hostile circumstances。

   Among the throng; too; came another personage; who; with certain

points of similarity to Lawyer Giles; had many more of difference。

It was the village doctor; a man of some fifty years; whom; at an

earlier period of his life; we introduced as paying a professional

visit to Ethan Brand during the latter's supposed insanity。 He was now

a purple…visaged; rude; and brutal; yet half…gentlemanly figure;

with something wild; ruined; and desperate in his talk; and in all the

details of his gesture and manners。 Brandy possessed this man like

an evil spirit; and made him as surly and savage as a wild beast;

and as miserable as a lost soul; but there was supposed to be in him

such wonderful skill; such native gifts of healing; beyond any which

medical science could impart; that society caught
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