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Can Solar Energy Change Your World?
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Top Solar United)
Wed Aug 10 21:36:22 2016
Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 21:21:27 -0400
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<p>" Fight? I' ll fight you with pleasure, but I shall probably kil=
l you if I do. Do you want to be killed?" Brief and contemptuous the q=
uestion fell. The speaker was a mere lad. He could not have been more than =
nineteen. But he held himself with the superb British assurance that has it=
s root in the British public school and which, once planted, in certain soi=
ls is wholly ineradicable. The man he faced was considerably his superior i=
n height and build. He also was British, but he had none of the other' s ca=
reless ease of bearing. He stood like an angry bull, with glaring, bloodsho=
t eyes. He swore a terrific oath in answer to the scornful enquiry. " =
I' ll break every bone in your body!" he vowed. " You little, sne=
ering bantam, I' ll smash your face in! I' ll thrash you to a pulp!" T=
he other threw up his head and laughed. He was sublimely unafraid. But his =
dark eyes shone red as he flung back the challenge. " All right, you d=
runken bully! Try!" he said. They stood in the garish light of a Queen=
sland bar, surrounded by an eager, gaping crowd of farmers, boundary-riders=
, sheep-shearers, who had come down to this township on the coast on busine=
ss or pleasure at the end of the shearing season. None of them knew how the=
young Englishman came to be among them. He seemed to have entered the drin=
king-saloon without any very definite object in view, unless he had been sp=
urred thither by a spirit of adventure. And having entered, a boyish intere=
st in the motley crowd, which was evidently new to him, had induced him to =
remain. He had sat in a corner, keenly observant but wholly unobtrusive, fo=
r the greater part of an hour, till in fact the attention of the great bull=
y now confronting him had by some ill-chance been turned in his direction. =
The man was three parts drunk, and for some reason, not very comprehensible=
, he had chosen to resent the presence of this clean-limbed, clean-featured=
English lad. Possibly he recognized in him a type which for its very clean=
ness he abhorred. Possibly his sodden brain was stirred by an envy which th=
e Colonials round him were powerless to excite. For he also was British-bor=
n. And he still bore traces, albeit they were not very apparent at that mom=
ent, of the breed from which he had sprung. Whatever the cause of his animo=
sity, he had given it full and ready vent. A few coarse expressions aimed i=
n the direction of the young stranger had done their work. The boy had rise=
n to go, with disgust written openly upon his face, and instantly the actio=
n had been seized upon by the older man as a cause for offence. He had not =
found his victim slow to respond. In fact his challenge had been flung back=
with an alacrity that had somewhat astonished the bystanders and rendered =
interference a matter of some difficulty. But one of them did at this junct=
ure make his voice heard in a word of admonition to the half-tipsy aggresso=
r. " You had better mind what you do, Samson. There will be a row if t=
hat young chap gets hurt." " Yes, he' d better get out of it,&quo=
t; said one or two. But the young chap in question turned on them with a fl=
ash of his white teeth. " Don' t you worry yourselves!" he said. =
" If he wants to fight--let him!" They muttered uneasily in answe=
r. It was plain that Samson' s bull-strength was no allegory to them. But t=
he boy' s confidence remained quite unimpaired. He faced his adversary with=
the lust of battle in his eyes. " Come on, you slacker!" he said=
" I like a good fight. Don' t keep me waiting!" The bystanders =
began to laugh, and the man they called Samson turned purple with rage. He =
flung round furiously. " There' s a yard at the back," he cried. =
" We' ll settle it there. I' ll teach you to use your spurs on me, my =
young game-cock!" " Come on then!" said the stranger. "=
P' r' aps I shall teach you something too! You' ll probably be killed, as =
I said before; but if you' ll take the risk I have no objection." Agai=
n the onlookers raised a laugh. They pressed round to see the face of the E=
nglish boy who was so supremely unafraid. It was a very handsome face, but =
it was not wholly English. The eyes were too dark and too passionate, the s=
traight brows too black, the features too finely regular. The mouth was mob=
ile, and wayward as a woman' s, but the chin might have been modelled in st=
one--a fighting chin, aggressive, indomitable. There was something of the a=
ncient Roman about the whole cast of his face which, combined with that hig=
h British bearing, made him undeniably remarkable. Those who looked at him =
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