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World\'s End
Chapter 12: Neeltje Waved Back
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Neeltje
Waved Back
It was late May, the planting was done and the
mornings were as gentle as a kiss on the cheek.
Joost had left the lower manor house at dawn
with a bundle of things for the patroon’s wife,
Gertruyd, who was in the midst of a religious
retreat at the upper manor house, and with
instructions from the patroon to arbitrate a dispute
between Hackaliah Crane, the new Yankee tenant,
and Reinier Oothouse. Neeltje, who’d turned Ufteen
the month before, had begged to come along,
ostensibly to keep her father company, but in truth
to buy a bit of ribbon or hard candy at Pieterse’s
with the stivers she’d earned dipping sacramental
candles for Vrouw Van Wart.
The weather was clear and fair, and the sun had
dried up the bogs and quagmires that had made
the road practically impassable a month before.
They covered the eight miles from Croton to the
upper manor house in good time, and were able to
meet with both Crane and Oothouse before noon.
(Reinier, who was drunk as usual, claimed that the
long-nosed Yankee had called him an “old dog”
after he, Reinier, had boxed the ears of the
Yankee’s youngest boy, one Cadwallader, for
chasing a brood of setting hens off their nests.
Reinier had responded to the insult by “twisting the
Yankee’s great [apping ears and giving him a
[athand across the bridge of his broomstick nose,”
immediately following which the Yankee had
“treacherously thrown [him] to the ground and
kicked [him] in a tender spot.” Crane, a learned
scion of the Connecticut Cranes, a family destined
to furnish the Colonies with a limitless supply of
itinerant pedants, potmakers and nostrum
peddlers, denied everything. The schout, attesting
Reinier’s drunkenness and perhaps a bit cowed by
the Yankee’s learning, found for Crane and Uned
Oothouse Uve guilders, payable in fresh eggs, to be
delivered to Vrouw Van Wart at the upper manor
house—raw eggs being the only foodstuff she
would consume while suffering the throes of
religious abnegation—at the rate of four per day.)
Afterward, father and daughter dined on eels, shad
roe and perch with pickled cabbage in the great
cool thick-walled kitchen at the upper manor
house. Then they stopped at Jan Pieterse’s.