Selections from the Quest of the Silver Fleece
Abstract10.1177/1086026603259897OTHER ORGANIZATION & ENVIRONMENT / December 2003Du Bois / THE QUEST OF THE SILVER FLEECE(SELECTIONS) SELECTIONS FROM THE QUEST OF THE SILVER FLEECE W. E. B. DU BOIS CHAPTER IV TOWN The Veil hung thick, sombre, impenetrable. Well, she [Miss Taylor, a school teacher] had done her duty, and slowly she nestled back and watched the far-off green and golden radiance of the cotton. "Bles," she said impulsively, "shall I tell you of the Golden Fleece?" He glanced at her again. "Yes'm, please," he said. She settled herself almost luxuriously, and began the story of Jason and the Argonauts. The boy remained silent. And when she had finished, he still sat silent, elbow on knee, absently flicking the jogging horse and staring ahead at the horizon. She looked athim doubtfully with some disappointment that his hearing had apparently shared so little of the joy of her telling; and, too, there was mingled a vague sense of having lowered herself to too familiar fellowship with this--this boy. She straight- ened herself instinctively and thought of some remark that would restore proper relations. She had not found it before he said, slowly: "All yon is Jason's." "What?" she asked, puzzled.