Read him again ; he 'll suit you even better now , and you 'll find his sins and repentance useful reading till you come to the life and work of a diviner example than he . You will do it , for love of mother Bhaer , who always loved her `` firebrand '' and hoped to save him ? ' ' I will , ' answered Dan , with a sudden brightening of face that was like a sunburst through a cloud , full of promise though so short-lived and rare . Mrs Jo turned at once to the books and began to talk of them , knowing well that Dan would not hear any more just then . He seemed relieved ; for it was always hard for him to show his inner self , and he took pride in hiding it as an Indian does in concealing pain or fear . ` Hallo , here 's old Sintram ! I remember him ; used to like him and his tantrums , and read about 'em to Ted . There he is riding ahead with Death and the Devil alongside . ' As Dan looked at the little picture of the young man with horse and hound going bravely up the rocky defile , accompanied by the companions who ride beside most men through this world , a curious impulse made Mrs Jo say quickly : ` That 's you , Dan , just you at this time ! Danger and sin are near you in the life you lead ; moods and passions torment you ; the bad father left you to fight alone , and the wild spirit drives you to wander up and down the world looking for peace and self-control . Even the horse and hound are there , your Octoo and Don , faithful friends , unscared by the strange mates that go with you . You have not got the armour yet , but I 'm trying to show you where to find it . Remember the mother Sintram loved and longed to find , and did find when his battle was bravely fought , his reward well earned ? You can recollect your mother ; and I have always felt that all the good qualities you possess come from her . Act out the beautiful old story in this as in the other parts , and try to give her back a son to be proud of . ' Quite carried away by the likeness of the quaint tale to Dan 's life and needs , Mrs Jo went on pointing to the various pictures which illustrated it , and when she looked up was surprised to see how struck and interested he seemed to be . Like all people of his temperament he was very impressionable , and his life among hunters and Indians had made him superstitious ; he believed in dreams , liked weird tales , and whatever appealed to the eye or mind , vividly impressed him more than the wisest words . The story of poor , tormented Sintram came back clearly as he looked and listened , symbolizing his secret trials even more truly than Mrs Jo knew ; and just at that moment this had an effect upon him that never was forgotten . But all he said was : ` Small chance of that . I do n't take much stock in the idea of meeting folks in heaven .
Guess mother wo n't remember the poor little brat she XXXXX so long ago ; why should she ? '
Devil Don Hallo Indian Indians Jo Sintram defile diviner left