Silas. Cold day for him when he gave that away, for I threw him every time after that.
Vermont (excited). What! you threw the parson?
Silas. Just as easy as I laid you.
Vermont (excitedly shakes his hand). Silas, I'm proud of you. Look here, widder, Nevada, Tom, everybody, this is my son from Vermont. Look at him: he can throw the parson, the wrestling angel. Look at him.
Mother. Your son? then, you are married?
Vermont. Well, I hope so. I'm going home to see Hannah, and make up with the parson, after I've had a shy at his shins with the angel trip.
Moselle. And leave me, daddy?
Vermont. Ah, little one, that will be hard! but Nevada has jumped my claim with a prior claim. In you he's found his child.
Nevada. Yours and mine, Vermont. You must never forget, that, when I deserted her for love of gold, you took her to your heart.
Vermont. I couldn't help it. Blamed if the little thing didn't crawl right in, and nestle, as if she belonged there.