Off Santiago with Sampson

Stories of American HistoryIt was a small but by no means feeble-looking boy who stood in front of a driveway disclosed by the opening of huge gates which until they had been swung inward appeared to have been a portion of the high fence of boards.There was seemingly no inducement for a boy to linger in this vicinity unless indeed it might have been the sign posted either side the gate on which was painted in letters rendered conspicuous because of the vivid colouring the forbidding words Keep Out.I'll not keep out 'less I'm minded to an' him as can hold me this side the fence needs to be spry on his feet the small boy said half to himself and with a gesture of defiance which told he had not been accustomed to obeying commands that might be evaded.Through the gateway nothing could be seen save enormous heaps of coal some enclosed in pens formed of planks as if to prevent them from mingling with the others and between all a path or road of no more than sufficient width to permit the passage of a cart. In the distance a rough building abruptly closed the view and beyond it the puffing of steam and rattle of iron implements told of life and activity.Outside the fence it was as if this certain portion of the city had been temporarily deserted; but one could hear the rumble of wheels over the pavements on either hand giving token that the coalyard was situated just beyond the line of city traffic.The boy gazed into the uninviting-looking place as if fascinated only glancing up now and then at the signs which mutely forbade his entrance and as if unconscious of his movements stole slowly nearer and nearer the gateway until he stood directly on the line that separated the yard from the sidewalk.If I wanted to go in it's more'n a couple of signs that could keep me out he muttered threateningly and then with one backward glance to assure himself that no unfriendly policeman was watching from the distance the boy darted forward taking refuge behind the nearest heap of coal lest an enemy should be lurking near at hand.Save for the hum of labour everywhere around he heard nothing. No guardian of the smutty premises appeared to forbid his entrance and after waiting a full minute to make certain it was safe to advance yet farther he left one place of partial concealment for the next in his proposed line of march.So far as he could see there was no other guardian of the yard save the two signs at the entrance and the only purpose they served was to challenge him.CONTENTSKEEP OUTKEEP INOFF SANTIAGOTHE MERRIMACTHE CHASETEDDY'S DADDY