Bricks Without Straw by Albion Winegar Tourgée
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it which gave it an unmistakable nobility of expression and prompted
one to look more closely at the man and his surroundings. The shoulders were broad and square, the chest was full, the figure erect, and the head finely poised. He was dressed with unusual neatness for one of his race and surroundings, at the time of which we write. One comprehended at a glance that this worker and learner was also deformed. There was that in his surroundings which showed that he was not as other men. The individuality of weakness and suffering had left its indelible stamp upon the habitation which he occupied. Yet so erect and self-helping in appearance was the figure on the cobbler's bench that one for a moment failed to note in what the affliction consisted. Upon closer observation he saw that the lower limbs were sharply flexed and drawn to the leftward, so that the right foot rested on its side under the left thigh. This inclined the body somewhat to the right, so that the right arm rested naturally upon the table for support when not employed. These limbs, especially below the knees, were shrunken and distorted. The shoe of the right foot whose upturned sole rested on the left leg just above the ankle, was many sizes too small for a development harmonious with the trunk. Nimbus sat down in the splint-bottomed chair by the door and fanned himself with his dingy hat while the other read. "How is dis, Nimbus? What does dis mean? _Nimbus Ware?_ Where did you get dat name?" he asked at length, raising his eyes and looking in pained surprise toward the new voter. "Now, Bre'er 'Liab, don't talk dat 'ere way ter Nimbus, ef |
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