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1They swarmed up towards Sherburn's house, a-whooping and raging like Injuns, and everything had to clear the way or get
2run over and tromped to mush, and it was awful to see. Children was heeling it ahead of the mob, screaming and trying to
3get out of the way; and every window along the road was full of women's heads, and there was nigger boys in every tree,
4and bucks and wenches looking over every fence; and as soon as the mob would get nearly to them they would break and
5skaddle back out of reach. Lots of the women and girls was crying and taking on, scared most to death. They swarmed up
6in front of Sherburn's palings as thick as they could jam together, and you couldn't hear yourself think for the noise.
7It was a little twenty-foot yard. Some sung out "Tear down the fence! tear down the fence!" Then there was a racket of
8ripping and tearing and smashing, and down she goes, and the front wall of the crowd begins to roll in like a wave. Just
9then Sherburn steps out on to the roof of his little front porch, with a double-barrel gun in his hand, and takes his
10stand, perfectly ca'm and deliberate, not saying a word. The racket stopped, and the wave sucked back. Sherburn never
11said a word--just stood there, looking down. The stillness was awful creepy and uncomfortable. Sherburn run his eye slow
12along the crowd; and wherever it struck the people tried a little to out-gaze him, but they couldn't; they dropped their
13eyes and looked sneaky. Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you
14feel like when you are eating bread that's got sand in it. Then he says, slow and scornful: "The idea of you lynching
15anybody! It's amusing. The idea of you thinking you had pluck enough to lynch a man! Because you're brave enough to tar
16and feather poor friendless cast-out women that come along here, did that make you think you had grit enough to lay your
17hands on a man? Why, a man's safe in the hands of ten thousand of your kind--as long as it's daytime and you're not
18behind him. "Do I know you? I know you clear through. I was born and raised in the South, and I've lived in the North;
19so I know the average all around. The average man's a coward. In the North he lets anybody walk over him that wants to,
20and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear it. In the South one man all by himself, has stopped a stage full of
21men in the daytime, and robbed the lot. Your newspapers call you a brave people so much that you think you are braver
22than any other people--whereas you're just as brave, and no braver. Why don't your juries hang murderers? Because
23they're afraid the man's friends will shoot them in the back, in the dark--and it's just what they would do. "So they
24always acquit; and then a man goes in the night, with a hundred masked cowards at his back and lynches the rascal. Your
25mistake is, that you didn't bring a man with you; that's one mistake, and the other is that you didn't come in the dark
26and fetch your masks. You brought part of a man--Buck Harkness, there--and if you hadn't had him to start you, you'd a
27taken it out in blowing. "You didn't want to come. The average man don't like trouble and danger. You don't like trouble
28and danger. But if only half a man--like Buck Harkness, there--shouts 'Lynch him! lynch him!' you're afraid to back
29down--afraid you'll be found out to be what you are--cowards--and so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves on to that
30half-a-man's coat-tail, and come raging up here, swearing what big things you're going to do. The pitifulest thing out
31is a mob; that's what an army is--a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's
32borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any man at the head of it is beneath pitifulness.
33Now the thing for you to do is to droop your tails and go home and crawl in a hole. If any real lynching's going to be
34done, it will be done in the dark, Southern fashion; and when they come they'll bring their masks, and fetch a man
35along. Now leave--and take your half-a-man with you"--tossing his gun up across his left arm and cocking it when he says
36this. The crowd washed back sudden, and then broke all apart, and went tearing off every which way, and Buck Harkness he
37heeled it after them, looking tolerable cheap. I could a staid if I wanted to, but I didn't want to. I went to the
38circus and loafed around the back side till the watchman went by, and then dived in under the tent. I had my
39twenty-dollar gold piece and some other money, but I reckoned I better save it, because there ain't no telling how soon
40you are going to need it, away from home and amongst strangers that way. You can't be too careful. I ain't opposed to
41spending money on circuses when there ain't no other way, but there ain't no use in wasting it on them. It was a real
42bully circus. It was the splendidest sight that ever was when they all come riding in, two and two, a gentleman and
43lady, side by side, the men just in their drawers and undershirts, and no shoes nor stirrups, and resting their hands on
44their thighs easy and comfortable--there must a been twenty of them--and every lady with a lovely complexion, and
45perfectly beautiful, and looking just like a gang of real sure-enough queens, and dressed in clothes that cost millions
46of dollars, and just littered with diamonds. It was a powerful fine sight; I never see anything so lovely. And then one
47by one they got up and stood, and went a-weaving around the ring so gentle and wavy and graceful, the men looking ever
48so tall and airy and straight, with their heads bobbing and skimming along, away up there under the tent-roof, and every
49lady's rose-leafy dress flapping soft and silky around her hips, and she looking like the most loveliest parasol. And
50then faster and faster they went, all of them dancing, first one foot out in the air and then the other, the horses
51leaning more and more, and the ring-master going round and round the center-pole, cracking his whip and shouting
52"Hi!--hi!" and the clown cracking jokes behind him; and by-and-by all hands dropped the reins, and every lady put her
53knuckles on her hips and every gentleman folded his arms, and then how the horses did lean over and hump themselves! And
54so one after the other they all skipped off into the ring, and made the sweetest bow I ever see, and then scampered out,
55and everybody clapped their hands and went just about wild.
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