there was a general uprising . But Daisy reached him first , and seemed to have lost her usual composure somewhere on the way , for she clung to him , sobbing with the shock of a surprise and joy too great for her to bear quietly . Everything was settled by that tearful and tender embrace , for , though Mrs Meg speedily detached her daughter , it was only to take her place ; while Demi shook Nat 's hand with brotherly warmth , and Josie danced round them like Macbeth 's three witches in one , chanting in her most tragic tones : ` Chirper thou wast ; second violin thou art ; first thou shalt be . Hail , all hail ! ' This caused a laugh , and made things gay and comfortable at once . Then the usual fire of questions and answers began , to be kept up briskly while the boys admired Nat 's blond beard and foreign clothes , the girls his improved appearance -- for he was ruddy with good English beef and beer , and fresh with the sea-breezes which had blown him swiftly home -- and the older folk rejoiced over his prospects . Of course all wanted to hear him play ; and when tongues tired , he gladly did his best for them , surprising the most critical by his progress in music even more than by the energy and self-possession which made a new man of bashful Nat . By and by when the violin -- that most human of all instruments -- had sung to them the loveliest songs without words , he said , looking about him at these old friends with what Mr Bhaer called a ` feeling-full ' expression of happiness and content : ` Now let me play something that you will all remember though you wo n't love it as I do ' ; and standing in the attitude which Ole Bull has immortalized , he played the street melody he gave them the first night he came to Plumfield . They remembered it , and joined in the plaintive chorus , which fitly expressed his own emotions : ` Oh my heart is sad and weary Everywhere I roam , Longing for the old plantation And for the old folks at home . ' ` Now I feel better , ' said Mrs Jo , as they all trooped down the hill soon after . ` Some of our boys are failures , but I think this one is going to be a success , and patient Daisy a happy girl at last . Nat is your work , Fritz , and I congratulate you heartily . ' ` Ach , we can but sow the seed and trust that it falls on good ground . I planted , perhaps , but you watched that the fowls of the air did not devour it , and brother Laurie watered generously ; so we will share the harvest among us , and be glad even for a small one , heart 's - dearest . ' ' I thought the seed had fallen on very stony ground with my poor Dan ; but I shall not be surprised if he surpasses all the rest in the real success of life , since there is more rejoicing over one repentant sinner than many saints , ' answered Mrs Jo , still clinging fast to her black sheep although a whole flock of white ones trotted happily before her . It is a strong temptation to the weary historian to close the present tale with an earthquake which should engulf Plumfield and its environs so deeply in the bowels of the earth that no youthful Schliemann could ever find a vestige of it . But as that somewhat melodramatic conclusion might shock my gentle readers , I will refrain , and forestall the usual question , ` How did they end ? ' by briefly stating that all the marriages turned out well . The boys prospered in their various callings ; so did the girls , for Bess and Josie won honours in their artistic careers , and in the course of time found worthy mates . Nan remained a busy , cheerful , independent spinster , and dedicated her life to her suffering sisters and their children , in which true woman 's work she found abiding happiness .
XXXXX never married , but lived , bravely and usefully , among his chosen people till he was shot defending them , and at last lay quietly asleep in the green wilderness he loved so well , with a lock of golden hair upon his breast , and a smile on his face which seemed to say that Aslauga 's Knight had fought his last fight and was at peace .
Bess Chirper Daisy Dan Macbeth Nat Plumfield fowls honours night