Len tried not to listen. It seemed to go on and on.

Once Pa stepped forward and said, "David-" But

Uncle David only said, "Tend to your own whelp, Elijah. I always told you you were too soft with him." He turned again to Esau. "Have you changed your mind yet?"

Esau's answer was unintelligible but abject in surrender. "You," said Uncle David suddenly to Len, and jerked him around. "Look at that, and see what boasting and insolence come to in the end."

Esau was groveling on the barn floor, in the dust and straw. Uncle David stirred him with his foot.

"Do you still think you'll go to Bartorstown?" Esau muttered and moaned, hiding his face in his arms. Len tried to pull away but Uncle David held him, with a hot heavy hand. He smelled of sweat and anger. "There's your hero," he said to Len. "Remember him when your turn comes."

"Let me go," Len whispered. Uncle David laughed. He pushed Len away and handed Pa the harness strap. Then he reached down and got Esau by the neckband of his shirt and pulled him up onto his feet.

"Say it, Esau. Say it out."

Esau sobbed like a little child. "I repent," he said. "I repent."

"Bartorstown," said Uncle David, in the same tone in which Nahum must have pronounced the bloody city. "Get out. Get home and meditate on your sins. Good night, Elijah, and remember-your boy is as guilty as mine."

They went out into the darkness. A minute later Len heard the cart drive off. Pa sighed. His face looked tired and sad, and deeply angry in a way that was much more frightening than Uncle David's raging. He said slowly, "I trusted you, Len. You betrayed me."

"I didn't mean to."

"But you did."

"Yes."

"Why, Len? You knew those things were wrong. Why did you do them?"

Len cried, "Because I couldn't help it. I want to learn, I want to know!" Pa took off his hat and rolled up his sleeve. "I could preach a long sermon on that text," he said. "But I've already done that, and it was breath wasted. You remember what I told you, Len."

"Yes, Pa." And he set his jaw and curled his two hands up tight. "I'm sorry," said Pa. "I didn't ever want to have to do this. But I'm going to purge you of your pride, Len, just as Esau was purged." Inside himself Len said fiercely, No, you won't, you won't make me get down and crawl. I'm not going to give them up, Bartorstown and books and knowing and all the things there are in the world outside of Piper's Run!

But he did. In the dust and straw of the barn he gave them up, and his pride with them. And that was the end of his childhood.

7.

* He had slept for a while, a black heavy sleep, and then he had waked again to stare at the darkness, and feel, and think. His body hurt, not with the mere familiar smart of a licking but in a serious way that he would not forget in a hurry. It did not hurt anything like as much as the intangible parts of him, and he lay and wrestled with the agony in the little lopsided room under the eaves that was still stifling from the day's sun. It was almost dawn before anything stood clear from the blind fury of grief and rage and resentment and utter shame that shook around in him like big winds in a small place. Then, perhaps because he was too exhausted to be violent any more, he began to see a thing or two, and understand.

He knew that when he had groveled in Esau's tracks in the dust and forsworn himself, he had lied. He was not going to give up Bartorstown. He could not give it up without giving up the most important part of himself. He did not know quite what that most important part was, but he knew it was there, and he knew that nobody, not even Pa, had the right to lay hands on it. Good or bad, righteous or sinful, it lay beyond whim or attitude or passing play. It was himself, Len Colter, the individual, unique. He could not forswear it and live.

When he understood that, he slept again, quietly, and woke with a salt taste of tears in his mouth to see the window clear and bright and the sun just coming up. The air was full of sound, the screaming of jays and the harsh call of a pheasant in the hedgerow, the piping and chirping of innumerable birds. Len looked out, past the lightning-blasted stub of a giant maple with one indomitable spray of green still sprouting from its side, over the henhouse roof and the home field with the winter wheat ripening on it, to the rough hill slope and the upper wood rising to a crest on which were three dark pines. And a dull sadness came over him, because he was looking at it for the last time. He did not arrive at that decision by any conscious line of reasoning. He only knew it, immediately he waked.

He rose and went stiffly about his chores, white and remote, speaking only when he was spoken to, avoiding people's eyes. With rough kindness, Brother James told him, out of Pa's earshot, to buck up. "It's for your own good, Lennie, and someday you'll look back and be thankful you were caught in time. After all, it's not the end of the world."

Oh yes it is, thought Len. And that's all people know. After the midday meal he was sent upstairs to wash himself and put on the suit that ordinarily he wore only on the Sabbath. And pretty soon Ma came up with a clean shirt still warm from the iron and made a pretense of looking sternly behind his ears and under his back hair. All the while the tears stole out of her eyes, and suddenly she caught him to her and said rapidly in a whisper, "How could you have done it, Lennie, how could you have been so wicked, to offend the good God and disobey your father?"

Len felt himself beginning to crumble. In a minute or two he would be crying in Ma's arms and all his resolve gone for the time being. So he pushed away from her and said, "Please, Ma, that hurts."

"Your poor back," she murmured. "I forgot." She took his hands. "Lennie, be humble, be patient, and this will all pass away. God will forgive you, you're so young. Too young to realize-"

Pa hollered up the stairs, and that ended it. Ten minutes later the cart was rattling out of the yard, with Len sitting very stiffly beside his father, and neither of them speaking. And Len was thinking about God, and Satan, and the town elders and the preaching man, and Soames and Hostetter and Bartorstown, and it was all confused, but he knew one thing. God was not going to forgive him. He had chosen the way of the transgressor, and he was beyond all hope damned. But he would have all of Bartorstown to keep him company.

Uncle David's cart caught up with them and they went into town together, with Esau huddled in the corner and looking small and fallen-in, as though the bones had all been taken out of him. When they came to the house of Mr. Harkness, Pa and Uncle David got out and stood talking together, leaving Len and Esau to hitch the horses. Esau did not look at Len.

He avoided even turning toward him. Len did not look at him, either. But they were side by side at the hitching rack, and Len said fiercely under his breath, "I'll wait for you on the point till moonrise. Then I'm going on."

He could feel Esau start and stiffen. Before he could open his mouth Len said, "Shut up." Then he turned and walked away, to stand respectfully behind his father.

There was a very long, very unhappy session in the parlor of Mr. Harkness' house. Mr. Fenway, Mr. Glasser, and Mr. Clute were there too, and Mr. Nordholt. When they were through, Len felt as though he had been skinned and drawn, like a rabbit with its inmost parts exposed. It made him angry. It made him hate all these slow-spoken bearded men who tore and picked and peeled at him.

Twice he felt that Esau was on the point of betraying him, and he was all ready to make his cousin out a liar. But Esau held his tongue, and after a while Len thought he saw a little stiffening come back into Esau's backbone.

The examination was finished at last. The men conferred. At last Mr. Harkness said to Pa and Uncle David, "I'm sorry that such a disgrace should be brought upon you, for you're both good men and old friends. But perhaps it will serve as a reminder to everybody that youth is not to be trusted, and that constant watchfulness is the price of a Christian soul."

He swung about very grimly on the boys. "A public birching for both of you, on Saturday morning. And after that, if you should be found guilty a second time, you know what the punishment will be."

He waited. Esau looked at his boots. Len stared steadily past Mr. Harkness' shoulder.

"Well," said Mr. Harkness sharply. "Do you know?" "Yes," said Len. "You'll make us go away and never come back." He looked Mr. Harkness in the eye and added, "There won't be a second time."

"I sincerely hope not," said Mr. Harkness. "And I recommend that both of you read your Bibles, and meditate, and pray, that God may give you wisdom as well as forgiveness." There was some more talk among the elders, and then the Colters went out and got into their carts and started home again. They passed Mr. Hostetter's wagon in the town square, but Mr. Hostetter was not in sight.

Pa was silent most of the way, except that all at once he said, "I hold myself to blame in this as much as you, Len."

Len said, "I did it. It wasn't any fault of yours, Pa. It couldn't be." "Somewhere I failed. I didn't teach you right, didn't make you understand. Somewhere you got away from me." Pa shook his head. "I guess David was right. I spared the rod too much."

"Esau was in it more than me," said Len. "He stole the radio in the first place, and all Uncle David's lickings didn't stop him. It wasn't any way your fault, Pa. It was all mine." He felt bad. Somehow he knew this was the real guilt, and it couldn't be helped.

"James was never like this," said Pa to himself, wondering. "Never a moment's worry. How can the same seed produce two such different fruits?"

They did not speak again. When they got home Ma and Gran and Brother James were waiting. Len was sent to his room, and as he climbed the narrow stairs he could hear Pa telling briefly what had happened, and Ma letting out a little whimpering sob. And suddenly he heard Gran's voice lifted high and shrill in mighty anger.

"You're a fool and a coward, Elijah. That's what you all are, fools and cowards, and the boy is worth the lot of you! Go ahead and break his spirit if you can, but I hope you never do it. I hope you never teach him to be afraid of knowing the truth."

Len smiled and a little quiver went through him, because he knew that was meant for his ears as much as Pa's. All right, Gran, he thought. I'll remember.

That night, when the house was stone-dead quiet, he tied his boots around his neck and crept out the window to the

summer-kitchen roof, and from there to the limb of a pear tree, and from there to the ground. He stole out of the farmyard and across the road, and there he put his boots on. Then he walked on, skirting the west field where the season's young oats were growing. The woods loomed very dark ahead. He did not once look back.

It was black and still and lonely in among the trees. Len thought, It's going to be like this a lot from now on, you might as well get used to it. When he reached the point he sat down on the same log where he had sat so often before, and listened to the night music of the frogs and the quiet slipping of the Pymatuning between its banks. The world felt huge, and there was a coldness at his back as though some protective covering had been sheared away. He wondered if Esau would come.

It began to get light down in the southeast, a smudgy grayness brightening slowly to silver. Len waited. He won't come, he thought, he's scared, and I'll have to do this alone. He got up, listening, watching the first thin edge of the moon come up. And a voice inside him said, You can still run home and climb in the window again, and nobody will ever know. He hung on hard to the limb of a tree to keep himself from doing it.

There was a rustle and a thrashing in the dark woods, and Esau came.

They peered at each other for a moment, like owls, and then they caught each other's hands and laughed.

"Public birching," Esau said, panting. "Public birching, hell. The hell with them." "We'll walk downstream," Len said, "until we find a boat." "But after that, what?"

"We keep on going. Rivers run into other rivers. I saw the map in the history book. If you keep going long enough you come to the Ohio, and that's the biggest river there is hereabouts."

Esau said stubbornly, "But why the Ohio? It's way south, and everybody knows Bartorstown is west." "But where west? West is an awful big place. Listen, don't you remember the voice we heard? The stuff is on the river ready to load as soon as the something. They were Bartorstown men talking, about stuff that was going to Bartorstown. And the Ohio runs west. It's the main highway. After that, there's other rivers. And boats must go there. And that's where we're going."

Esau thought about it a minute. Then he said, "Well, all right. It's a place to start from, anyway. Besides, who knows? I still think we were right about Hostetter, even if he did lie about it. Maybe he'll tell the others, maybe they'll talk about us over their radios, how we ran away to find them. Maybe they'll help us, even, when they find a safe time. Who knows?"