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DR. LEBARON AND HIS 
 DAUGHTERS 
 
 A STORY OF THE OLD COLONY 
 
 BY 
 
 JANE G. AUSTIN 
 
 AUTHOR OF "A NAMELESS NOBLEMAN," " STANDISH OF STANDISH," ** TriU 
 
 DESMOND HUNDRED," " NANTUCKET SCRAPS," "MRS. BEAUCHAMP 
 
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 THE AUTHOR. 
 
 193624 
 
A WORD OF EXPLANATION. 
 
 It is with some hesitation that I offer to the public 
 this story of Doctor LeBaron, including, as it does, so 
 many other of the Old Colony chronicles ; and this, for 
 the trite old reason that truth is stranger than fiction, 
 and therefore more incredible. It is these incredible 
 truths, however, that give its color to the folk-lore of 
 any given epoch, and every student of our country s 
 early history has discovered that our forefathers lived 
 quite as intensely, if not as scientifically, as we do. They 
 had, to be sure, no railway accidents, steamboat explo 
 sions, or " tramp-wire " catastrophes, but they supped 
 full of horrors in the way of witchcraft, cursing, demo 
 niacal possession, murder, lawless love, and broken 
 hearts ; in fact, found in their own surroundings all that 
 vital stimulus which we are apt to count as outgrowth of 
 our advanced civilization. 
 
 The story of Mother Crewe s curse, with its results, 
 is substantially true, and the scene depicted in chapter 
 xliv. is literally so. 
 
 The tragedy embodied in chapter xxiv. is also mat 
 ter of history, and its veracity must apologize for its 
 horror. 
 
vi A WORD OF EXPLANATION. 
 
 In fact, there is no memorable incident related in 
 these pages that is not matter either of history or well- 
 founded tradition in the Old Colony, and though our 
 modern taste may revolt at the crude coloring and real 
 istic limning of these pictures of the past, we must 
 piously preserve them as the shadows of those who, be 
 ing dead, yet speak, and that in the language of their 
 own day rather than ours. 
 
 I also think it right to say that Quasho s jokes, al 
 though many of them are threadbare now, were posi 
 tively original with him, as authenticated by the family 
 of his master. 
 
 In parting, let me thank those friends who have taken 
 so gratifying an interest in the story of Standish of 
 Standish, and promise them some farther details of his 
 life in connection with that of his young friend, BETTY 
 AXDEN. 
 
 JANE G. AUSTIN. 
 
 BOSTON, November, 1890. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 I. " DON T BE IN A HURRY, WIDOW n . . . . 1 
 
 II. SILVER-HEAD TOM 8 
 
 III. BATHSHEBA CREWE S LOVER 18 
 
 IV. JUDAS 28 
 
 V. THE DOCTOR S DEN 37 
 
 VI. THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR .... 57 
 VII. MOTHER CREWE S CURSE AND ELDER FAUNCE S 
 
 BLESSING 65 
 
 VIII. A LIFE FOR A LEMON 76 
 
 IX. QUASHO S CALABASH 86 
 
 X. MOTHER CREWE AT WORK ; AND HOW TO 
 
 MAKE CHEESE-CAKES 93 
 
 XI. MOTHER CREWE is PLEASED 101 
 
 XII. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE Ill 
 
 XIII. A TRAP 123 
 
 XIV. LUCY HAMMATT S SUFFLET 128 
 
 XV. THE KING is DEAD ! LONG LIVE THE KIWG ! . 138 
 
 XVI. MARGOT 147 
 
 XVII. " WHO SALTED THIS PUDDING ? " 155 
 
 XVIII. AN ACADIAN PRIVATEER 165 
 
 XIX. SAMSON IN PETTICOATS 172 
 
 XX. PHILIP DE MONTARNAUD 183 
 
 XXI. NAUGHTY LITTLE DEBORAH 193 
 
 XXII. THE INDIAN SUMMER AND O BERRY .... 200 
 
 XXIII. THE PRICE OF A WOMAN 209 
 
 XXIV. A SCENE OF HORROR 221 
 
 XXV. THE LETTER 227 
 
 XXVI. ELIZABETH BOBBINS LETTER HOME .... 232 
 
 XXVII. SUCCATACH 244 
 
 XXVIII. THE LAST OF THE RINGS 250 
 
 XXIX. SOME OLD RECORDS ... .258 
 
viii CONTENTS. 
 
 XXX. How THE HOUSE OF LEBAKON REJOICED . . 269 
 
 XXXI. THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE 283 
 
 XXXII. " HURRAH FOB DAWSON !" 294 
 
 XXXIII. A WORM IN THE ROSE-HEART 301 
 
 XXXIV. WHAT THE POST-RIDER BROUGHT 311 
 
 XXXV. A PRIVATE LOG 321 
 
 XXXVI. PARSON HOVEY. T. FOR T is AND T. FOR 
 
 T is N T 337 
 
 XXXVII. A MYSTERY 3cO 
 
 XXXVIII. A WOFUL DAY. A PITEOUS SIGHT .... 358 
 XXXIX. DEBORAH FIRES A SALUTE OF HONOR . . . 368 
 
 XL. MADAM WINSLOW S ARMCHAIR 373 
 
 XLI. A QUILTING BEE AND A SING 381 
 
 XLII. ROBERT SHURTLIFFE 394 
 
 XLIII. HORATIO NELSON AND LUCY HAMMATT . . . 401 
 
 XLIV. MOTHER CREWE S LAST CURSE 412 
 
 XLV. A DAY OF TERROR 422 
 
 XL VI. PHAIRO! PHAIRO! PHAIRO! 435 
 
 XLVII. THE WOMAN SOLDIER 447 
 
 XL VIII. OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY . . 454 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 CAPTAIN SAMSON S PETITION TO THE PROVINCIAL CON- 
 
 459 
 
DR. LEBAEON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 " DON T BE IN A HUBBY, WIDOW ! " 
 
 THEBE was a funeral in Elkanah Cushman s new house 
 on Court Street, corner of Court Square as we now say, 
 although in those days the old folk still spoke of the 
 Great Gutter, while the modish young people called it 
 Framing Green, because the Gutter had been leveled 
 and smoothed into a grass plot convenient for laying 
 together the frame of a house. 
 
 Elkanah himself called it Framing Green, when he 
 told Lydia Bradford that he had bought of Parson 
 Leonard the house on its northerly corner, and asked 
 her to come and be its mistress. 
 
 Lydia was barely nineteen, and had always lived in 
 Kingston, so that the idea of becoming suzeraine of a big 
 house on the corner of Framing Green and Court Street, 
 Plymouth, was rather attractive ; and she had no dislike 
 to Elkanah Cushman, though she privately thought him 
 too old for love or marriage, his two-and-thirty years 
 having done themselves full justice upon the stooping 
 figure and lengthy face of the suitor. 
 
 David Bradford, with his large family and small in 
 come, was also quite alive to the advantage of marrying 
 a daughter into the wealthy Cushman connection ; and 
 
2 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 the mother, as she kissed her child good-by upon the 
 wedding day, said, with a smile and a tear, 
 
 " Well, daughter Cushman, I shall often be over to 
 see you, for Plymouth is more home to me than Kings 
 ton, for all I ve married out o town ! " 
 
 So Elkanah brought home his bride to the goodly 
 house he had prepared for her, and when in another 
 year a baby Elkanah came to help fill its lonely chambers, 
 Lydia felt that life had really something to offer worth 
 the living for; but then the silent, reserved husband 
 sickened and died, and to-day he was buried. 
 
 The dreary memory of all these things mingled itself 
 with Parson Leonard s drearier prayer in the young 
 widow s ears, as she sat in the little room dedicated to 
 the chief mourners, and wept some natural tears, but not 
 enough to satisfy Mrs. Elkanah Cushman senior, who 
 sternly watched her daughter-in-law, and would have been 
 glad to attend her to some modified form of suttee. 
 
 The prayer, following the usual course, did justice to 
 the good qualities of the deceased, and they were many, 
 and carefully avoided all mention of, or all petition for, 
 the state of the departed soul ; for, so fearful were the 
 colonists of Roman error in the matter of masses for the 
 dead or purgatorial interference, that it was only of late 
 any religious services at all had been held at funerals ; 
 and now, when the parson, softening his Calvinistic voice, 
 alluded with as much tenderness as was in him to the 
 young widow and fatherless child, Lydia raised her 
 heavy eyes, and cast one look of affectionate regret 
 toward the coffin visible through the open door, with the 
 spare figure of the preacher at its head. Behind him, 
 however, stood another man, and as the widow s tearful 
 eyes met his, a gleam of gratitude and childish appea) 
 
"DON T BE IN A HURRY, WIDOW!" 3 
 
 shot through the tears, and softened the lines of the 
 pretty baby mouth quivering so piteously. 
 
 Lazarus LeBaron caught the expression, read it truly, 
 and cast his own eyes thoughtfully down upon the 
 pinched features of the dead man lying so quietly in 
 the midst. 
 
 He had done all that in him lay to save this man s 
 life, and he was glad to remember it now. He had not 
 liked him nor pretended to, but he had watched by his 
 bedside night and day with unremitting care ; nay, he 
 had stolen from the hours of needful repose the time to 
 con over and over not only the medical books his father 
 had found sufficient for every need, but those imported 
 by himself from London, Paris, and Germany. 
 
 He had expended upon this case all the care and all 
 the skill at his command ; and these were no ordinary 
 gifts, for not only was Lazarus LeBaron a born physi 
 cian, but he was son of that Francis LeBaron described 
 as A Nameless Nobleman because of the mystery that 
 shrouded his origin, but of whom it was soon discovered 
 with absolute certainty that he was possessed of ex 
 traordinary medical and surgical skill, besides knowing 
 how to hold his tongue more persistently than any other 
 man on record, at least in the annals of the Old 
 Colony. 
 
 The mantle of the father s skill had fallen squarely 
 upon the shoulders of the son, and Doctor Lazarus Le 
 Baron was a recognized power for life and death any 
 where inside a hundred miles from Plymouth. 
 
 Moreover, since his widowerhood, now some twelve 
 months old, many a woman, maid or widow, within that 
 radius, had quietly noted the doctor s stalwart, deep- 
 chested figure, fresh coloring, and noble if haughty head. 
 
4 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Many an one, too, had discussed the color and meaning 
 of the steady eyes, whose power all had felt in one way 
 or another, but in what different ways ! 
 
 Elkanah Cushman had known them keen, thoughtful, 
 and peremptory ; Lydia, in her sorrow and bereavement, 
 had found them the kindest, gentlest, most encouraging 
 eyes she had ever met ; her mother-in-law, Mrs. Cushman 
 senior, felt them to be sarcastic, quizzical, mocking, or, 
 as she briefly phrased it, hateful. His late wife had 
 found them very patient, but generally very inscrutable 
 eyes, and his children knew them to be affectionate, 
 humorous, and occasionally stern. 
 
 And now Parson Leonard had finished his prayer 
 with a grewsome warning to all present that, however 
 strong or well or young they might be to-day, the time 
 was short ere they must follow their deceased brother 
 to the silent tomb, and after that to judgment. 
 
 Then he drew back to the doctor s side, and six men, 
 carefully selected as contemporary with Elkanah Cush 
 man, came forward, and raising the coffin laid it upon 
 the hand-bier waiting at the door, for a hearse had never 
 yet been seen in Plymouth. The procession, of men only, 
 was formed, and, preceded by the bier with its relay of 
 bearers, passed solemnly through the village, turned up 
 through Town Square, and, painfully climbing Burying 
 Hill, paused at the grave dug near that great ancestor 
 of the dead man, the famous Elder, whose modern monu 
 ment is so dwarfed by the ancient gravestone beside it. 
 
 Here they laid Elkanah, third of the name, to his rest ; 
 and when all was done, Doctor LeBaron quietly detached 
 himself from the crowd, and, passing on in a southerly 
 direction, stood for a few moments beside a gray head 
 stone, whose recent inscription told that here reposed 
 
"DON T BE IN A HURRY, WIDOW!" 
 
 "Lydia, wife of Doctor Lazarus LeBaron," hardly a 
 twelvemonth dead. Long he looked, and perhaps that 
 expression of patience and sadness Lydia Bartlett so 
 well had known was strongest among the many that 
 passed across his face ; but at the last he stooped to 
 gather a weed from out the turf over that unquiet heart, 
 and muttered, " Poor girl ! Poor girl ! It cannot fret 
 thee now." 
 
 A few steps beyond lay his father s grave, and beside 
 it a more recent one, telling that here slept Mary Wilder, 
 who, having married Return Waite as a second husband, 
 had on her death-bed pleaded to be laid in her last sleep 
 beside her first love, her true husband. 
 
 Reading the brief lines that seem framed to avoid 
 confession of this faithful infidelity, Lazarus shook his 
 head. 
 
 " Poor mother ! " whispered he, " thou hadst better 
 been content with thy widowhood ! Perhaps one happy 
 marriage is all that is granted howbeit " 
 
 And with the air of one whose mind is resolved the 
 doctor strode along the brow of the hill, turned down its 
 northern slope, and, crossing the Great Gutter near its 
 head, approached the house of the widow Cushman, as 
 Lydia was already called, from the rear. Here in the 
 horse-shed, then hospitably provided for the use of his 
 guests by every householder, stood the doctor s horse 
 munching his measure of oats, while the saddle and 
 saddle-bags hung upon a hook above the rack, the mer 
 ciful man being merciful to his beast then as now. 
 
 " Come, Pegasus ! Leave the rest for another day, 
 boy ! We re wanted in Plympton before night." 
 
 And the doctor, who like his father was a little givei 
 to soliloquy, as indeed are most men not quite in sym 
 
6 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 pathy with their surroundings, led out Pegasus, still 
 munching the last of the oats, and proceeded to bridle 
 and saddle him upon the grass patch close behind the 
 house. Before the operation was complete the back 
 door opened, and a very black woman, her face preter- 
 naturally solemn, as befitted a house of mourning, came 
 forward. 
 
 " Mist ss says, Mas r Doctor, you had n t ought to go 
 furder widout freshments. Please fer ter walk in de 
 dining-room where dey s laid out fer de mourners." 
 
 " Oh, thank you, Violet. Tell Mrs. Cushman that I 
 cannot wait" 
 
 But here a window was softly raised, and a blond 
 head quaintly adorned with a widow s cap appeared. 
 The doctor looked up and took off his hat, but the apol 
 ogy upon his lips was forestalled. 
 
 " Surely, Doctor, you won t refuse a glass of wine and 
 a mouthful of meat before your long ride. You will not 
 be so unfriendly, I hope." 
 
 The sweet voice had a tremble in it which made it 
 irresistible, and Doctor Lazarus answered by throwing 
 the bridle over a hook set for that purpose at the door 
 of the shed. 
 
 The window was closed as softly as it had been 
 raised, and when Violet showed the guest through the 
 great homely kitchen into the dining-room, he found 
 it deserted, although a door at the other side of the 
 room closed as he entered. A smaU smile brightened 
 the somewhat sombre eyes that observed the incident, 
 but the doctor said nothing until he had hastily swallowed 
 some of the food and wine profusely set forth by way of 
 " funeral baked meats," and rose to depart. Then, hat 
 in hand, he too passed through the door in question, and 
 
"DON T BE IN A HURRY, WIDOW!" 7 
 
 found himself in the family sitting-room. Here, in a 
 low chair beside the hearth, sat Lydia Cushman, some of 
 her cumbrous mourning laid aside, and little Elkanah 
 upon her knees. At sight of her guest, however, she 
 put the child upon his feet, and rose, with a pretty flush 
 in her cheeks. 
 
 " I hope you took something I knew you would ex 
 cuse me mother Cushman says I can t be too particu 
 lar now that I am left alone but I hope you won t 
 be a stranger, Doctor " 
 
 The fluttering voice died away in a little sob, and 
 Doctor Lazarus took the soft white hand in his own. 
 
 " I sha n t come unless I am needed, and mother Cush 
 man need not be alarmed but don t be in a hurry r , 
 widow f " 
 
 And with this somewhat enigmatical advice Doctor 
 Lazarus took his departure, nor crossed that threshold 
 again for several months. 
 
 " She s sly enough for anything," said mother Gush 
 man. 
 
CHAPTER H. 
 
 SILVER-HEAD TOM. 
 
 PEGASUS trotted steadily on, occasionally indulging in 
 a canter on some inviting bit of descent, and subsiding 
 to a walk upon the steep ascents, until within the bor 
 ders of Kingston his hoofs clattered over the bridge 
 spanning Jones River, and a salt breath of the incoming 
 tide fell refreshingly upon the doctor s cheek. 
 
 Drawing rein, he sat for a moment gazing upon the 
 fair scene which a century and well nigh a half has 
 hardly changed : the calm river sliding seaward between 
 its grassy banks, the wide marshes bourgeoning into 
 glory as the sun s level rays strike athwart their ripe 
 wet grasses, the verdure of Clark s Island in the offing, 
 the graceful Gurnet, the fair green slopes of Captain s 
 Hill, where Standish lived and died, curving far out into 
 the bay, and beneath all and over all the soothing blue 
 of sea and sky, out of whose hollow ever flows that 
 sweet salt breath, pungent and wooing as the kiss of an 
 Amazon. 
 
 The doctor threw back his shoulders and inhaled it 
 eagerly, then smiled in a dry, whimsical fashion all his 
 own, and as he tightened the rein muttered behind his 
 teeth a line of Virgil, to the effect that men, who call 
 themselves the head of creation, are but impertinent 
 ephemera, flitting for a brief moment through the exter 
 nal spaces of nature s stability. 
 
SILVER-HEAD TOM. 9 
 
 From which one infers that love was not as yet lord 
 of all in the doctor s life. 
 
 A mile or two beyond the bridge, as Pegasus trotted 
 stolidly past a lonely farmhouse, his progress was ar 
 rested by a sturdy little fellow, perhaps six years old, 
 who, rushing down the path from the door to the bars, 
 shouted, 
 
 "Ma am wants Mister Doctor! She says stop a 
 minute." 
 
 " What s the matter, Sim ? Does ma am want some 
 senna-and-salts for you ? " 
 
 " No, sir. I ain t ailing," replied Simeon, with a grin 
 and a puppy-like twist of his fat little body. " May be 
 it s Silver-head Tom. He was talking to ma am about 
 you here s ma am ! " 
 
 And to be sure, a comely young matron now appeared 
 upon the scene, an apron thrown over her head, and a 
 baby in her arms. 
 
 " Oh, Doctor, I hope you 11 excuse my stopping you, 
 and I hope Simeon has said naught amiss " 
 
 " Not he ! Sim s one of my greatest friends, and by 
 and by shall marry one of my daughters ; for he 11 make 
 his way in the world, and that s more than ever I did, 
 or shall." 
 
 " More than his own father has done, and that s not 
 joking, as you are, Doctor," said Mary Samson in 
 rather an offended tone ; for nothing irritates really un 
 fortunate people like the mock humilty of those whom 
 they believe more happy. 
 
 " Nay, then, good wife, but what do you hear from 
 Peleg ? I know Captain John Winslow sent home let 
 ters the other day from the West Indies, and I dare say 
 one was for you. 
 
10 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Yes, Doctor, I got a scrape of the pen ; but my poor 
 man is no penman at the best, and he hardly said more 
 than that he was sick and had been nigh unto death 
 with yellow fever, caught in one of those dreadful nigger 
 holes" 
 
 " Niggers don t often have yellow fever. Jack likes 
 white meat better," said the doctor absently ; and Mrs. 
 Samson, with rather a toss of the head, turned toward 
 the house. The doctor followed, but happily refrained 
 from speaking aloud his thought, which was, " I wish 
 Winslow would bring me home a case of Yellow Jack. 
 I d like to try conclusions with him ! " 
 
 " Well, there, now," cried the soldier s wife, turning 
 round on the doorstep, once a millstone, and smiling as 
 good-humoredly as ever, " I ve never told you yet why 
 I hailed you. It s Silver-head Tom, and here he is. 
 Come in, and sit down a minute with him." 
 
 Following the wave of her hand, the doctor entered 
 the great cool kitchen of the farmhouse, and confronted 
 a patriarchal old man who stood leaning upon a crutch- 
 stick and anxiously watching the door. As the doctor 
 approached he made a tremulous reverence, touched his 
 white hair, and said : 
 
 " I m proud to see you, sir. I ve always laid out to 
 go to Plymouth some day, just to look at your father s 
 son." 
 
 " My father ! Did you know him ? " cried Doctor 
 Lazarus eagerly, and with an air of interest not many 
 subjects could call to his face. 
 
 " Know him ! I guess I did, young man. Why, I was 
 a fool, and he cured me ! " 
 
 "And never left the prescription for curing fools 
 behind him to make his son s fortune ! " murmured the 
 
SILVER-HEAD TOM. ll 
 
 doctor. " Come, now, sit down and tell me the whole 
 story, grandsir. What name did Mrs. Samson give you, 
 but now ? " 
 
 " Perhaps she said Silver-head Tom, for that s what 
 I m mostly called," replied the old man, with an air of 
 injured dignity. " But my name s Clark, Thomas 
 Clark." 
 
 " And why do they call you Silver-head, Mr. Clark ? 
 for your hair is no whiter than that of most men at your 
 age." 
 
 " That s the peth of the whole matter, Doctor. That s 
 why I wanted to get speech of you all these years." 
 
 And the old man chuckled so immoderately over his 
 little jest that he coughed nearly as long, and Mary 
 Samson came to bring him a cocoanut shell of water, 
 to thump his back, and to say reprovingly, 
 
 " Now, grandsir, now ! You d ought to know better 
 than set yourself off that way, an old man like you ! " 
 
 " There, there, that 11 do, woman ! " gasped the old 
 man at last. " I m right enough now, and the doctor s 
 heerd a man cough before to-day, hain t you, Doctor ? " 
 
 " To be sure I have. Well, then ? " 
 
 " Well, when I was a boy my folks lived over to Ply 
 mouth, Eel River way, you know. Do they call it Eel 
 River now ? " 
 
 " Yes, just the same. Well ? " 
 
 " Well, t was in the time of the Injun troubles along 
 about well, about " 
 
 " About 1676, perhaps ? " 
 
 " Yes, along about there. I never had no head for 
 numbers, and it holds to reason the French doctor 
 could n t give me what I never had before." 
 
 "That is Doctor Francis LeBaron, my father?" 
 asked Doctor Lazarus suggestively. 
 
12 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " The same, though he was n t round in these parts 
 when I got the wownd. Guess he was in France, or 
 may be he was n t born " 
 
 " Never mind which, grandsir, but get on with your 
 story, for I m in haste." 
 
 " Well, I was just a-saying it was in the time of the 
 Injun troubles, and uncle Clark s house was a kind of 
 garrison, where the neighbors could run in, or leave 
 the women and children, case o danger. 
 
 " T was of a Sunday it happened, and father and 
 mother d gone to Plymouth to meeting, and left us 
 young ones into the garrison, with a whole lot more, 
 women and children and old folks. Then them red div 
 vies, Totoson and Tispequin s band it was, they got their 
 chance somehow, and first we knew Lord ! T seems 
 as though I heerd em now how they screeched and 
 how they yelled Lord ! " 
 
 And the old man s voice quavered, while the piteous 
 tears of old age rose in the rheumy caverns of the past, 
 and coursed idly down the cheeks so ashen, so seamed, 
 so sunken. 
 
 " Don t mind that part, grandsir," said Mary Samson 
 gently. " Here, now, take a sup of cider, and mind you 
 that it s all long gone by." 
 
 " Yes, long gone by, and I m a-going too. May be I 11 
 see little Lois the way she used to be, and not well, 
 well, it don t do for me to picter it out too partikeler, or 
 I could n t tell what comes after. But just as I was 
 running to catch Lois out o that red divvle s hand, an 
 other feller s tommyhawk ketched me right atop of my 
 head, and I did n t know no more. No, nor did n t know 
 no more for most twenty year ; I was a fool, same as 
 any fool up to the poor-farm, or anywhere you like. 
 
SILVER-HEAD TOM. 13 
 
 You see that there tommyhawk had split a piece offen 
 my skull., and it had kind o settled down onter the brain, 
 and that made a fool out o one o the smartest boys ever 
 you see." 
 
 " Yes, and then ? " asked the doctor eagerly, as the 
 old man paused to chuckle feebly and rub his hands. 
 
 " Well, the doctor came, all the doctor there was, 
 one Brown ; but he wa n t more n half-wit himself, and 
 he never found out what was the real matter, only 
 healed up the scalp-wownd and called it done, and there 
 was I a fool ! All this, mind you, is hearsay, for I don t 
 know nothing about it, not the first thing after I see my 
 little sister hanging over that Injun s arm, the blood run 
 ning down her yaller curls " 
 
 " And my father found you so ! " 
 
 " No, he did n t find me, but my folks heerd of the 
 great French doctor over to Plymouth, for they d moved 
 to Kingston then, and father was dead; but mother 
 she heerd tell of how he d cured Mis Hunter, and many 
 a one more, and she sot her mind on trying if he could n t 
 help her poor fool, for I d been such a bright boy, you 
 see, and t was most a pity, now, wa n t it ? " 
 
 " The poor mother, yes," replied the doctor softly, 
 as he bent forward, his arm upon his knee, his eyes 
 eagerly fixed upon the old man s face, while a tenderer 
 smile than usual played around his thin lips. 
 
 " Well, she harnessed up the old horse, for she was 
 pretty poor since father died, and she did n t have no 
 hired man to help her, and she got me in the cart, a 
 lund of a drag it was, and kep me there with apples ; for 
 I was such a fool that if I see a bright blow on the road 
 side, or anything else I wanted, like as not I d pitch nght 
 out after it, a real reg lar fool, mind you " 
 
14 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " I see, yes." 
 
 " Well, we got to the doctor s, so ma am used to say, 
 and she told him all about it, and got me to set down and 
 let him feel of my head. Then he looked inter my eyes, 
 and took my pulse, and so forth and so on, and fin lly 
 he told my mother that ef she d resk it, he d perform an 
 operation that might cure me, and then ag in might kill, 
 but he rather thought it d turn out all right. Well, 
 ma am she was an awful spunky woman, and not used 
 to backing out when once she d got under way for a 
 p int, so after thinking it over some, she said she d resk 
 it, for a man might as well be dead as be a fool. The 
 doctor he said she was some kind of a mother ma am 
 never could call to mind just what kind, but twa n t 
 French, though you d suppose he d kind o favored his 
 own native talk, but she was main sure it wa n t French ; 
 and then he said he could n t do it right off, for he d got 
 to hev some things from Boston to do it with, and he 
 could n t get em till some one was going, or he went 
 himself, and then he asked her if she could afford to 
 pay what it would cost. 
 
 " Well, that was kind o discouraging to mother, for 
 like as not she had n t over a fo pence-ha penny in her 
 pocket that minute, and wa n t dead sure where she d 
 get the next one. But she kep a stiff upper lip, and she 
 says she did n t know as t would be right convenient to 
 pay the whole expense to once, but if the doctor could 
 wait a little, or if he d take it out in truck, her apples 
 was as good as anybody s, specially the high-top sweet 
 ings ; yes, I see you re in a hurry, Doctor, so the long 
 and the short on t is, your father he said he d leave it 
 that last way, and he d come and get the apples, or what 
 ever, along as he wanted em ; and sure nough, while 
 
SILVER-HEAD TOM. 15 
 
 mother lived, and that wa n t but two-three years, the 
 French doctor d come riding up same as you did to-day, 
 and he d set and eat an apple and have a drink of cider, 
 for he said that was apples too, and mabbe he d put 
 half a dozen or so of high-tops into his saddle-bags and 
 carry home for Mis LeBaron to bake ; and I do suppose 
 he took up most two shillin of his bill that way, and as 
 fer the rest, why, the Lord s a good paymaster." 
 
 " And what did he do to you, my friend ? " asked Doc 
 tor Lazarus, with infinite patience in his voice. 
 
 " Lord, yes, I was nigh forgetting that part, kind o 
 lost my landfall. Well, after a while he sent word to 
 mother to fetch me over and leave me for two-three days 
 and his wife would take keer of me, for I d need be 
 kep very quiet after the operation ; an mother she done 
 it, only she asked Mis LeBaron to let her stop too, and 
 do some work or nother to pay for her board, and she 
 give her word she would n t interfere with what the doc 
 tor see fit to do, let it be what it might. She had good grit, 
 ma am had, and the doctor see it, and he let her stop 
 right through ; but I never could get her to tell me about 
 it very clear, for the thought on t always made her feel 
 faint and squalmish ; but as near as I can make out, the 
 doctor strapped me down tight on a kind of frame he d 
 fixed, and then he took and sawed a piece right outen 
 my skull, and then he poked in and got the piece o bone 
 that had caved in and laid onter my brain all them 
 years, and pulled it out and showed it to ma am. Then 
 he took a silver plate he d got all ready there, and just 
 kivered the whole right over and pegged it down, and 
 there tis to-day." 
 
 Arriving at which climax, Silver-head Tom pulled off 
 the little black cap he always wore in the house, and dia* 
 
16 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 played a silver plate glistening with ghastly effect upon 
 the crown of his bald head. 
 
 Doctor Lazarus examined it with breathless interest 
 and admiration. 
 
 " I am proud once more of my father. Forty years 
 ago or more, and few men would do as well to-day ! But 
 here are letters engraved upon the silver." 
 
 " Ay, all one, my old woman used to say, as if t was 
 a coffin plate, * replied Silver-head Tom rather resent 
 fully. " T is his name, and the year, and some gibberish 
 of doctor s talk, they tell me, for I never see the top of 
 my own head yet." 
 
 "Oh, ay, <F. LeB. fecit 1699, plain enough, 
 and more like a monument, my friend, than like a coffin 
 plate, for it tells not of the emptiness that lies beneath, 
 but of something better, gone before. And now, Silver- 
 head Tom, for the sake of that story, and for my 
 father s sake, I am your friend and your physician for 
 the rest of your life. Never shall you lack for tobacco 
 when you re well, nor physic when you re sick, and 
 when you die I promise you a silver coffin plate twice 
 as big as that upon your head." 
 
 " There, now, grandsir, now you re wholefooted, ain t 
 you ! " exclaimed Mary Samson, well pleased, as the old 
 man choked and gurgled his thanks. " You see, Doctor, 
 he s a man that s been unfortunate, and all his folks 
 are dead, and he s got no means left and no home, and 
 so for old times sake for the Clarks and the Rings 
 and the Samsons have always been neighbor-folk 
 Peleg and I we asked him to make his home with 
 us, and kind o chore round a little. I m glad to do 
 what I can for the old man, and I guess he s pretty 
 contented, ain t you, grandsir ? " 
 
SILVER-HEAD TOM. 17 
 
 Yes, oh, yes, I s pose I be, Mis Samson. I d 
 like well enough to have a glass o grog sarved out a 
 leetle oftener " 
 
 But Doctor Lazarus, rising to take his leave, caught 
 a warning glance shot over the speaker s head, and he 
 answered promptly : 
 
 " Oh, no, Clark, not grog for a man with a silver plate 
 in his head. Why, man, it s sure death for you, soon or 
 late. Cider, now, cider s the drink for you, and I know 
 Mistress Samson has a capital brew of cider on tap, but 
 even that you must take in moderation, Tom. A man 
 with a silver plate in his head has got to be careful. 
 And now good-day to you both, for really I must be in 
 Plympton. Sim, my boy, here s a penny for you, and 
 mind you grow up straight and handsome for one of my 
 girls!" 
 
CHAPTER III. 
 
 BATHSHEBA CREWE s LOVER. 
 
 " Now, then, Pegasus, we must make up for lost time," 
 remarked the doctor, gathering up the reins and touching 
 the good horse with his heel, a liberty Pegasus resented 
 by boring forward at the rate of twelve miles an hour, 
 and carrying his master out of Kingston and into Plymp- 
 ton almost before he was saddle-fast. The twilight had 
 already fallen, and as the doctor turned a sharp corner 
 into the narrow and wooded lane leading to the Widow 
 Crewe s lonely farmhouse, both he and Pegasus were 
 startled by the sudden whinny of another horse, who, 
 quietly feeding along the roadside, narrowly escaped 
 collision with the doctor s steed. 
 
 " Who s there ? " sharply demanded the doctor, peer 
 ing into the shade of a clump of birches, where some 
 figures appeared to be stealthily moving out of sight. 
 
 " Oh, it s you, Doctor ! " replied a man s voice rather 
 sheepishly, as a young fellow made his way through the 
 bushes into the road, while his companion continued her 
 retreat. 
 
 " Yes, Ansel Ring, it is I, coming to see your wife 
 that is to be. How does she fare to-day ? " And the 
 doctor, drawing his shaggy brows together, watched with 
 some disfavor the motions of the young man as he 
 caught and mounted his horse, reining him in behind 
 that of the doctor. 
 
 " I say, how does Bathsheba feel to-day ? " reiterated 
 he peremptorily. 
 
BATHSHEBA CREWE S LOVER. 19 
 
 " Oh I I Ve not seen her yet, Doctor. I was 
 just going there I just came over from Plymouth." 
 
 " And did n t Molly Peach give you news of her 
 friend just now? I thought she was here to nurse 
 Bathsheba." 
 
 " Yes, certainly oh, I suppose so yes, but I only 
 just met her. She said she was tired, and stepped down 
 the lane for a mouthful of fresh air, and so I happened 
 to come along " 
 
 u Hm ! " replied the doctor, and the two rode on in 
 silence until the road ended in front of a little un- 
 painted cabin, never very substantial, and now falling 
 into ruin, which a prevailing air of untidiness and un- 
 thrift degenerated into squalor. 
 
 The doctor, dismounting, threw the bridle over a 
 familiar hook, and strode into the house, paying no 
 further attention to the young man, who somewhat dis 
 consolately rode his own horse round to a wretched shed, 
 where he stabled him beside the widow s meagre cow 
 and in unsavory proximity to the pig and fowls, com 
 prising the live-stock of the farm. Pegasus would prob 
 ably have kicked the shed down before he would have 
 accepted its shelter. 
 
 But Ansel Ring s horse was of meeker mould, and 
 his master, having provided him with such food and bed 
 ding as were to be had, let himself quietly in at the 
 back door of the house, and passing through a scullery 
 ensconced himself in the end of the great fireplace, 
 where besides a fire of three-foot logs was ample room 
 for a bench, whose occupant could look straight up the 
 wide, short chimney, and make observations upon the 
 weather or the stars. 
 
 A door opposite this fireplace stood open, and Ansel 
 
20 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 moved farther into the chimney, so as not to see the 
 corner of the great bedstead with its curtains of dingy 
 homespun, and the figure of Molly Peach stooping over 
 the pillow. 
 
 A pretty creature this Molly Peach, with a white and 
 pink skin and yellow hair, and those greenish-gray eyes 
 that often go with a pure blond complexion and which 
 wise men do not trust. 
 
 At the other side of the bed stood Doctor LeBaron, 
 and between them lay the worn face and gaunt figure 
 of Bathsheba Crewe, the betrothed of Ansel Ring, the 
 friend of Molly Peach, and the only child of the dark, 
 uncanny middle-aged woman who stood at the foot of 
 the bed, her snake-like black eyes roving rapidly from 
 face to face of the three silent figures before her. 
 
 The doctor laid down the attenuated hand, and re 
 placed his watch in his pocket. 
 
 " She took the draught I left, and the cordial, and 
 the powders ? " asked he, looking at Molly. 
 
 "Yes, sir, she took them all," replied the girl, not 
 raising her eyes. 
 
 " She took them all, for I never let them out of my 
 sight till I saw them down her throat," muttered the 
 mother, with a suspicious glance at Molly. 
 
 "And who watches to-night?" asked the doctor 
 briefly. 
 
 " Her man said he would," croaked the widow. " He 
 came along with you, did n t he, Doctor ? " 
 
 " Yes. He s out in the kitchen. But you d better 
 sit up too, widow. She s a very sick girl, Bathsheba 
 is, and there d better be two watchers. Molly Peach 
 might go upstairs to bed." 
 
 "All right, Doctor," replied the woman eagerly 
 
BATHSHEBA CREWE S LOVER. 21 
 
 " that s the way it 11 be, and you 11 tell me about the 
 medicine. I can give it to her full as well as any 
 flibbertigibbet that comes along, I guess." 
 
 " I 11 tell you and Ansel both ; I m going out to my 
 saddlebags for what is wanted, and I 11 speak to him." 
 
 " Give me something to make me sleep, Doctor ! 
 I m so tired, so tired ! " moaned the sick girl, open 
 ing her great dark eyes for the first time. 
 
 " No, she does n t sleep at all," said Molly officiously. 
 " And she s so restless by times, and then all gone, like 
 this." 
 
 " Well, child, you shall have something to make you 
 sleep, and Ansel will sit beside you and see that you 
 are not disturbed. Ah, that pleases you, does n t it ? " 
 And the doctor hailed with kindly approval the faint 
 gleam of satisfaction flitting across the sick girl s ghastly 
 face. 
 
 Passing out through the kitchen, he beckoned Ansel 
 to follow him, and as the two stood beside Pegasus the 
 doctor, rummaging his saddlebags, turned a keen eye 
 upon the young man and said : 
 
 " Hark you, now, Ring ! That is a very sick girl, and 
 a feather s weight more may be the feather s weight too 
 much." 
 
 He waited a moment, but receiving no reply went on 
 a shade more sternly : 
 
 "You are to watch with her to-night, for the old 
 woman amounts to nothing, and Molly is to stay up 
 stairs, mind you. If you are going to play this girl 
 false, I don t suppose you want to kill her into the bar 
 gain." 
 
 " I don t know as you ve any call to say I m going 
 to play anybody false," began the young fellow sul- 
 
22 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 lenly ; but the doctor put him aside with an impatient 
 " Pshaw ! " and returning to the kitchen began to meas 
 ure out and compound his drugs in the generous doses 
 of that day. 
 
 "Now look you here, mother Crewe, and you too, 
 Ansel Ring, no, not you, Molly, for you ve nothing to 
 do with the night work this time, this powder is to 
 make her sleep quietly ; but it need not be given until 
 bedtime, nine o clock or so, if you ve any time 
 piece " 
 
 " I ve got a watch, Doctor," interrupted young Ring 
 in eager boastfulness, dragging up from his fob an enor 
 mous silver turnip and holding it affectionately to his 
 ear. " She s going ! She s all right ! " added he in 
 a tone of relief, as he turned the dial toward Doctor Le- 
 Baron s quizzical gaze. 
 
 " Well, if she keeps on going until nine o clock, you 11 
 give Bathsheba this powder in jam, or applesauce, or 
 best of all in the pulp of a roast apple ; but before that, 
 just now if she will, she is to drink as much as can be 
 got down of the herb tea I ordered before, and you are 
 to keep the dock leaves to her feet, and have her covered 
 close and warm ; in the morning, early, give her this 
 draught ; draw the curtain across the foot of the bed, 
 but not at the sides, for I hold that there is but little 
 danger in a moderate circulation of air around a fever 
 ish patient indeed hm " and the doctor finished 
 his wise heresy to himself with an inarticulate murmur. 
 
 Mother Crewe, whose toothless jaws worked inces 
 santly, as if she chewed thoughts too venomous for 
 speech, made no reply to these instructions, which in 
 deed she hardly heard, for her rheumy eyes were fixed 
 upon the fair face of Molly Peach, thrust forward out 
 
BATHSHEBA CREWE S LOVER. 23 
 
 of the shadow of the bedroom, whither at the doctor s 
 rebuff she had retreated. Ansel Ring, standing close 
 beside the table, seemed both listening and watching 
 intently, as the doctor laid down the medicines he had 
 prepared and with his last words took up his hat and 
 gloves and moved toward the door. 
 
 " I am going on to Goodman Ryder s," said he, paus 
 ing on the threshold, " and if I find him no better than 
 I fear, may like enough stay there all night. In that 
 case I will look in again in the morning as I ride past. 
 Good-e en to ye." 
 
 But Ansel Ring followed the doctor, and, officiously 
 helping him to the saddle, blurted out : 
 
 " I m none so bad as you re thinking, Doctor. I m 
 not one to hurt a poor sick wench like that, I m not 
 bad"- 
 
 " Not so much bad as weak, my boy," replied the doc 
 tor, kindly enough, if a little contemptuously. " And 
 that s a good deal more dangerous, both for yourself 
 and others. But I ve hopes you 11 prove man enough 
 to hold the straight course until Bathsheba is out of dan 
 ger, at least." 
 
 u You re very hard on me, Doctor " began Ansel ; 
 but already Pegasus feet were clattering on the stones 
 of the lane outside, and in another moment his rider was 
 hidden in the leafy gloom. 
 
 Turning into the house, the young man found Molly 
 stirring the fire to a blaze, hanging on the kettle, and 
 making various preparations for supper ; not tea, for 
 that necessity of ours was almost an unknown luxury 
 of our great-grandfathers, and was ill represented by 
 various decoctions of herbs, by cider posset, by molasses 
 and water, or by milk in various forms. 
 
24 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 The old woman was gathering up the medicines in hei 
 claw-like fingers, and mumbling maliciously over them, 
 with side glances at Molly, who now brought forward 
 some wooden plates and iron spoons, and waited beside 
 the table till she could lay them upon it. 
 
 " Yes, I 11 take care of em," muttered the crone ; " I 11 
 see that my poor gal gets em. I 11 leave em to none 
 of your flibbertigibbets and light o loves to mix and 
 meddle with, and " 
 
 She hobbled off as she spoke, and Molly, swiftly pass 
 ing to Ansel s side, whispered, " See where she puts 
 them ! " and was back at the table before mother 
 Crewe, jealously turning round on the threshold, could 
 see or hear her. Without reply Ansel followed into the 
 bedroom, and apparently bending over Bathsheba, who 
 again lay with closed eyes, pale and still, he saw how her 
 mother hid the medicines under a candlestick upon the 
 high mantelpiece ; then softly passing out again, he 
 seized a bucket, and had left the house before mother 
 Crewe returned, and sat down at the table chuckling to 
 herself in a ghastly fashion. Ansel presently came in 
 with a bucket of water, and Molly placed a bowl of In 
 dian mush, a pitcher of milk, and another of molasses 
 upon the table, to which she added a platter of bannocks 
 of rye meal mixed with sour milk, and baked upon a 
 board before the fire ; this was an unusually elabo 
 rate repast, and Molly had made the bannocks as a 
 treat for Ansel, who was fond of them. The brief and 
 gloomy meal over, Molly proceeded to clear it away, 
 while the old woman wandered in and out of the sick 
 room, guarding her child from some vague danger, with 
 t^e pathetic restlessness of suspicious and helpless age. 
 Ansel sat wretchedly beside the fire, wishing this, wish- 
 
BATHSHEBA CREWE S LOVER. 25 
 
 ing that, wishing most of all, perhaps, that Ife was on 
 board the " Enterprise," far away from his native shores. 
 To him presently came Molly, whispering, as she thrust 
 a little package into his hand, " When she comes out, go 
 and put this under the candlestick, and fetch me the 
 one that s there now." 
 
 "What! What s in this?" demanded the young 
 man, a cold dew springing upon his forehead, and his 
 lips turning white. 
 
 " Rye meal, you silly fellow ! Do you think I d hurt 
 Bathsheba ? " demanded the girl, leaning toward him, 
 until her sweet breath intoxicated him, and he grasped 
 at her hand, murmuring, 
 
 " Oh, Molly ! " 
 
 " Hush ! She 11 be back in a minute. Do as I tell 
 you, and we 11 have hours to ourselves hush ! " 
 
 And as the old woman reappeared, the girl was 
 placing the trenchers upon the dresser at the other side 
 of the room. 
 
 " How is Bathsheba now ? " inquired Ansel, rising 
 hastily from his bench in the chimney corner, a feverish 
 light in his eyes, but a strange pallor upon his cheek. 
 
 " Sything and moaning, poor wench," replied the 
 mother tremulously. " Go and speak a comfortable word 
 to her, Ansel, boy. And get you to bed, Molly Peach ; 
 there s naught for you to do in there to-night, nor here 
 neither." 
 
 " I m going, mother, but I d fain toast my feet a bit 
 first," replied the girl mildly, as she took possession of 
 the chimney corner seat, and, removing her ill-shapen 
 shoes, thrust her feet out toward the smouldering logs. 
 
 Even mother Crewe could say nothing against so usual 
 a proceeding, and. with one malevolent glance at the 
 
26 DR. L* BARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 golden head glittering against the sooty background of 
 the chimney, she returned to the bedroom, meeting 
 Ansel in the door. 
 
 " She s sleeping, I think," said he softly. 
 
 " Go down, Ansel, and draw a jug of cider to keep 
 awake on, for we two are to watch, lad, you and me. 
 And if you fancy an apple or two, they re there in a 
 kilderkin, all I ve got, all the poor old tree bore, 
 poor old tree, poor old woman, but I 11 watch, I 11 
 watch my gal " 
 
 Muttering and mowing, she wandered back to the 
 bedside, and Ansel hurriedly tossed the powder into 
 Molly s lap. 
 
 " You re sure there s no danger for Bathsheba ? 
 What are you going to do ? " whispered he hoarsely. 
 
 " Get the cider quick, quick ! " returned the girl ; and 
 as the bewildered youth, seizing a stone pitcher and the 
 candle, disappeared down the ladder into the rough cave 
 serving as a cellar, Molly, in her stocking feet, stole 
 swiftly to the dresser and brought back a small iron 
 vessel which she called a skillet, and, hastily wiping it 
 out, shook the stolen powder into it. In a moment the 
 light of the candle showed that Ansel was returning, 
 and the girl quietly went to meet him, holding the skillet 
 toward the light. 
 
 " Put some cider in there, and warm it, with a little 
 molasses and a scrape of nutmeg," said she softly. 
 " Mix the powder in well, and give it to the old woman. 
 She 11 sleep, and I 11 come down and sit with you." 
 
 " Oh that s what but MoUy Bathsheba " - 
 
 " She 11 sleep well enough without it," replied Molly 
 coldly. " But if you don t care, I don t, do as you 
 like." 
 
BATHSHEBA CREWE S LOVER. 27 
 
 And with a toss of her golden head she snatched the 
 candle and disappeared up the stairs to the loft, leaving 
 the skillet on the dresser. 
 
 " Has n t that hussy gone yet? What was she saying ? 
 Why do you look so, boy ? " demanded the old woman 
 tottering across the room and peering into that white 
 and guilty face. 
 
 "I I don t know. She snatched my candle and 
 was off so sudden I thought there was something 
 wrong " 
 
 " Well, she s gone, and you and me s to watch, An 
 sel, you and me. Have a drink of cider, and give 
 me some, boy, for I m all of a chill, somehow." 
 
 " I 11 warm you some, if you say so, mother ; just as 
 you, say though, just exactly " And the poor tool 
 turned to the dresser, and laying a hand upon the skillet 
 paused for the oracle he had invoked. 
 
 " Yes, yes, warm me a drop," said the old woman 
 eagerly ; " it 11 be comforting. Warm me a drop." 
 
CHAPTER IV. 
 
 JUDAS. 
 
 IT was two o clock in the morning, that dreary time, 
 that dying time, when earth has lost the vitalizing in 
 fluence of yesterday s sun, and has not yet caught the 
 first promise of the coming day ; the time when to the 
 insomnist comes the true torture of wakefulness, and 
 when the weary watcher finds sleep most imminent be 
 cause strength most wasted ; the hour when sorrow is 
 sorest and trouble most carking ; the hour when many a 
 life loses hold of the things that are seen, and drifts out 
 into the shadowy ocean of the unseen. 
 
 Waking from the uneasy doze that ill supplied the 
 place of sleep, Bathsheba Crewe turned painfully upon 
 her pillow, moaning, " Water ! water ! " 
 
 No one replied, although the soft sounds of whisper 
 ing voices disturbed the stillness, and as the sick girl 
 tried to move she was aware of a weight across her feet 
 and the sound of heavy breathing close at hand. 
 
 Painfully raising her head, she made out by the dim 
 light the figure of her mother thrown across the foot of 
 her bed, asleep and breathing stertorously ; but unable 
 to arouse her, and exhausted with the effort, Bathsheba 
 fell back again, repeating, "Water! Oh, give me 
 water ! " 
 
 And still the sleeper never stirred, and still between 
 the heavy sounds of her breathing came that faint mur 
 mur of whispering voices beyond. 
 
JUDAS. 29 
 
 For a while the girl lay listening vaguely in the 
 drowsy indifference of fever, but suddenly a tone louder 
 than the rest, her own name spoken in her lover s voice, 
 drew her to a startled consciousness of her surroundings, 
 and dragging herself to the edge of the bed she peered 
 out through the open door into the kitchen beyond. 
 The sight that met her eyes was as the sting of the lash 
 to an exhausted horse, and thrusting her head still 
 further out of the bed, to which she clung with a strength 
 no one could have believed latent in those attenuated 
 hands, she looked and listened eagerly. 
 
 Side by side upon the chimney bench sat the false 
 lover and false friend, their arms entwined, her head 
 upon his shoulder, the bright hair fallen from its coil 
 and trailing down serpent-wise across his breast, his 
 head bent upon hers. A little tongue of blue flame 
 shooting up from the buried *log at their feet shed fitful 
 light upon the picture, and as it rose and fell, the golden 
 serpent trailing across both evil hearts seemed to writhe 
 in joy- 
 
 Preternaturally sharpened, the sick girl s ears caught 
 enough of that whispered talk to guess the rest : they 
 loved each other ; they rebelled against the fate that 
 bound him to one he pitied, but loved no more ; they 
 longed, it was the girl who said it, but the man s 
 silence consented, they longed that she should die and 
 leave them free, or, as Ansel feebly amended, that she 
 should recover, and see that it was not best to hold him to 
 his word. But at this temporizing Molly flared out : 
 
 " Don t try to cheat yourself, Ansel ! She 11 never 
 give you up till she gives up life. You 11 never be 
 happy till she s dead." 
 
 The man made no reply, but stirred uneasily, and that 
 glittering snake athwart his breast gleamed joyously. 
 
30 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 How long the tragedy went on no one now can tell, 
 but it was cut short by a terrible interruption ; for of a 
 sudden a tall white apparition, black hair flowing around 
 a ghastly face, and great dark eyes flaming feverishly 
 from deep caverns of woe, stood before them, one long 
 pale hand extended, while from the lips, blue and life 
 less as if already dead, burst the one word 
 
 "Judas!" 
 
 Then swaying back and forward, like a tree smitten 
 through the heart, the murdered girl fell crashing to 
 the floor, and from the bedroom staggered the old 
 mother, not yet fully awake, and threw herself upon the 
 body of her child with suffocating cries of mingled grief 
 and wrath. Shrieking wildly, Molly Peach started 
 from her lover s side and fled out into the night, while 
 he, his manhood roused at that piteous sight of dying 
 daughter and stricken mother, ran to raise them and do 
 what yet remained possible of his forgotten duty to both. 
 
 A few hours later, Dr. Lazarus LeBaron, riding 
 quietly along the road from Goodman Ryder s, and 
 thinking of the placid sleep in which he had left that 
 aged Christian in the hope of a joyful waking in the 
 Great Day, was startled at sight of a woful and dishev 
 eled figure, with a scared face set in unkempt yellow 
 hair, rising from beneath a clump of bushes at the way 
 side. 
 
 " Molly Peach ! " exclaimed he sternly. " What brings 
 you here, girl ? " 
 
 " Oh, Doctor LeBaron, I m so sorry it was n t my 
 fault and I m so sick and frightened, and I don t 
 dare go back to that old witch, and will you take me 
 home to Plymouth behind you ? I don t care for a pil 
 lion nor anything, only help me get away from here." 
 
JUDAS. 31 
 
 She was crying and wringing her hands, and very 
 honestly in trouble ; but Doctor LeBaron looked coldly 
 upon her for a moment, and then said : 
 
 " I m going to mother Crewe s. You can, if it suits 
 you, follow me there, and I will then answer your peti 
 tion according to what I hear." 
 
 As he spoke he touched Pegasus with his heel and 
 rode on. The girl, drying her eyes, looked venomously 
 after him for a moment, then, arranging her dress a lit 
 tle, walked on with an air of determination, and before 
 noon reached Plymouth, footsore and weary, but obsti 
 nate. 
 
 Arriving at the Crewe cabin, the doctor softly raised 
 the latch and went into the forlorn kitchen, where the 
 fireless hearth, the candle burned down in its socket, 
 the cheerless table and shuttered windows, made a pic 
 ture of squalid desolation, fair sequel of the night s ad 
 venture. From the bedroom came the sounds of fierce 
 sobs, mingled with muttered imprecations and passion 
 ate appeals to one who made no reply. 
 
 Throwing open the windows and door, to admit the 
 morning light, the doctor passed into the bedroom, and 
 stood aghast, for half upon the floor and half upon the 
 bed lay the unconscious form of the sick girl, while be 
 side it, closely clasping the rigid limbs, knelt her mother, 
 with gray hair falling in elf-locks around her shoulders, 
 and grimy face seamed and furrowed with tears torn 
 from the very life-springs in a torrent of passionate 
 emotion. 
 
 " What is this ? What has happened, mother ! Here, 
 let me lay this poor girl decently upon her bed. What 
 has happened since I was here, and where are the 
 others?" 
 
32 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Suiting the action to the word, the doctor easily 
 raised the skeleton form of the poor old crone, and seat 
 ing her in an armchair, where she passively remained, 
 wringing her hands and moaning, he laid Bathsheba 
 upon the bed, put his hand over her heart, looked at her 
 eyes, and felt of her extremities. 
 
 " She s not dead, but could scarce be nearer," pro 
 nounced he. " I want hot water, mustard, aqua vitae 
 but where is nay, where is Ansel, where is any 
 body ? " 
 
 And throwing all the coverings he could find, over 
 the lifeless body of Bathsheba, the doctor hastened out 
 to his saddlebags to bring some spirits and other re 
 storatives, without which he never traveled. 
 
 Returning, he cast an eye upon the empty fireplace, 
 and to his great astonishment perceived the figure of a 
 man seated upon the hearth, his head laid upon the arm 
 he had folded on the chimney bench, and actually fast 
 asleep. It was Ansel Ring, who, driven from the bed 
 room by the fierce invective of that wolf-like mother 
 mourning over the body of her injured nursling, had 
 thrown himself upon the hearth, and consistently with 
 his weak, passionate nature, had sobbed himself to sleep. 
 
 Rousing him with a thrust of his foot, the doctor per 
 emptorily bade him get the fire to burning, and heat 
 some water as soon as might be, adding that what 
 chance of life was left to Bathsheba Crewe hung mostly 
 upon the speed with which remedies could be made 
 ready. 
 
 " She s not dead, then ! " quavered the wretched fel 
 low, avoiding the doctor s gaze. 
 
 " Not quite. Don t stop for questioning, but do as I 
 tell you." And the doctor returned to the bedroom to 
 
JUDAS. 33 
 
 pour his cordials down the lifeless throat, to chafe the 
 temples, the hands and wrists, and to listen anxiously for 
 some response from the poor broken heart, while the 
 old mother, at his direction, feebly rubbed the icy feet, 
 and in a rasping voice, broken by sobs and curses, 
 told the story of the night, so far as she knew or sur 
 mised it. 
 
 " The water is hot now, Doctor," announced Ansel 
 timidly, and the croaking voice rose in wild maledic 
 tion. 
 
 " Get out of my house and out of my hearing, you 
 hound ! " screamed the old woman ; but as the white 
 face of the youth disappeared, the doctor sternly said : 
 
 " Look you here, mother Crewe ! This girl s life 
 hangs on the balance. Let Ansel Ring, or for that 
 matter Molly Peach, do all that they can to help me, or 
 I cannot bring her back. Wait for your anger till your 
 child cannot be harmed by it." 
 
 " I 11 wait. Never another word will I speak to 
 either Judas till you say it s safe," promised the old 
 woman promptly ; and the doctor, knowing she was to be 
 trusted, took courage, and calling Ansel gave directions 
 for a bath and other matters to be made ready. 
 
 " If Molly Peach is outside, bid her come in and help 
 you," added he coldly ; but as we know, Ansel sought in 
 vain for the late companion of his treachery, and moved 
 by remorse, shame, and the compelling influence of two 
 severe gray eyes, proved himself so efficient and willing, 
 that with what help the old woman could give, matters 
 were soon in train, and in an hour or two from the doc 
 tor s arrival Bathsheba lay much as she had lain the 
 day before, very weak and low, but alive and quite con* 
 scious. 
 
34 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Leaving her thus, with many charges to his two un* 
 trusty assistants, the doctor mounted, and, urging Peg 
 asus to unwonted speed presently found himself again 
 at the Samson homestead, where Mary, warned by 
 Simeon s eager outcry, met him upon the step. 
 
 " Good-morrow, dame. No, I am in too much haste 
 to enter. I want you to do a deed of neighborly charity, 
 and go to mother Crewe s as soon as may be." 
 
 " Oh, Doctor, I m loath to say you nay " 
 
 " You can t say me nay, woman ! T is life or death 
 for Bathsheba Ore we," interrupted the doctor positively ; 
 and then in curt phrases he related so much as was 
 necessary of the past night s work, and set forth the 
 present emergency. 
 
 "I think the girl will die," said he in conclusion. 
 "But what chance is left to her lies between now and 
 this time to-morrow, and that chance I put into your 
 hands, Mary Ring, and remember that Ansel is your 
 own brother s son." 
 
 " Good land, Doctor, you need n t take my head off 
 to get me to go and save a girl s life ! " cried Mistress 
 Samson, rather angrily, as she began to untie her 
 checked apron, and glanced hastily at her short home 
 spun skirts and tidy foot-gear. 
 
 " The only reason," added she, her indignant mood 
 lapsing into perplexity, " I kind of doubted about it is, 
 that mother Samson and Priscilla Fuller she that s 
 my man s twin, you know, and he s dreadful fond of 
 her, Peleg is they ve come to spend the day, and " 
 
 " All the better," broke in the doctor. " They will 
 look after the house, and widow Fuller will have a 
 special care of baby Priscilla, her namesake. But if 
 Peleg s mother is here I will step in and speak to her, 
 
JUDAS. 35 
 
 for her grandsire s sake. Captain Myles Standish is an 
 ancestor to be proud of, let me tell you, dame." 
 
 " So Peleg is always saying and telling his boys," 
 replied the hostess, well pleased, as she ushered her 
 guest into the house. " There s nothing suits him bet 
 ter than to sit of an evening alongside his mother, and 
 get her to tell over the old-time stories she got from her 
 father." 
 
 " Her father would remember his father, old Myles 5 
 very clearly, I suppose ? " 
 
 " Why, yes, he was a man grown when the old cap 
 tain died. Here s mother." 
 
 " Good-morrow to you, Mistress Samson ! I came in 
 on purpose to salute you, madam." 
 
 And the doctor, with a certain foreign grace of man 
 ner inherited from his father, stooped and kissed the 
 cheek of a beautiful old woman, with soft white hair 
 and wonderful blue eyes, who came forward, dropping 
 her formal little " curtsey," and smiling graciously ; 
 a tiny little old lady, for the Standishes are small of 
 stature, but mighty of spirit ; and this granddaughter of 
 the great captain had ruled her house and her family 
 and herself, both wisely and strongly, all her life long 
 until to-day, when, with her seventieth birthday behind 
 her, she stood straight and active among her children 
 and grandchildren, and planned their duties for them. 
 
 " We heard what you were saying to Mary, Doctor," 
 began she, when the first greetings were over, " and it 
 seems to me better that my daughter Fuller here, who 
 is a wonderful good nurse, and has neither chick nor 
 child to hinder her, should go and take care of the sick 
 girl as long as she needs care, while Peleg s wife could 
 only stay a short season at any rate, having her own 
 
86 DR. LEBARON AND ins DAUGHTERS. 
 
 duties to look after. So Priscilla shall go as soon as 
 Tom Silver-head can put the saddle on our old white 
 mare again." 
 
 " Yes, yes, that is by far the best way to manage it, 
 madam. I know what a famous nurse widow Fuller is, 
 and, as you say, she has no other ties if you can spare 
 her." 
 
 " I can spare her as well as she can spare me, Doctor 
 LeBaron," replied the old lady a little stiffly. " My 
 children have never had to stay or to go on my ac 
 count yet. As for poor Lyddy, you know for your 
 self, sir, how she would have fared, if it had not been 
 for her mother." 
 
 " Yes, indeed, madam ; and how is Lydia now ? " 
 
 " Lively as a cricket, Doctor. She s gone to spend 
 the day with cousin Peddy s girls ; they Ve got an 
 apple-bee at their house, a ad Lyddy must be there to 
 help." 
 
 "Ah, these girls ! " exclaimed the doctor, smiling in 
 the depths of his heart, remembering that Lydia had 
 passed her fortieth birthday ; and then, as stirring Pris 
 cilla Fuller came clattering down the stairs in her hood 
 and riding- jacket, and Silver-head Tom brought the old 
 white horse to the door, the doctor mounted Pegasus 
 and rode swiftly home. 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 THE DOCTOR S DEN. 
 
 DEEP in reverie, Dr. LeBaron rode steadily on, 
 hardly noting the familiar objects upon the roadside, 
 until Pegasus halted so suddenly and decidedly upon 
 the brink of a bright little stream bordering the way 
 as nearly to throw his rider over his head. 
 
 " What whoa oh, t is Cold Spring, and you 11 
 not pass it, Master Pegasus, save under stress of whip 
 and spur ! Well, then " and the doctor, leaping lightly 
 to the ground, suffered the horse to thrust his muzzle 
 into the sun-warmed waters where he had paused, and 
 then, leading him some twenty feet further to the spot 
 where the spring bubbled out cold and clear from be 
 neath a great rock, he picked up the clam-shell care 
 fully laid hi a clean spot, and emptied it again and 
 again. 
 
 " Ah ! " exclaimed the doctor, with a long expiration 
 of joyous breath, as he replaced the clam-shell and 
 swung himself into the saddle, " t is a good draught, 
 Pegasus, none better, that is, when none better may 
 be had ! " 
 
 And smiling at his own conceit, LeBaron rode 
 merrily on, until just before entering the town he came 
 upon a saucy-looking young negro perched on a rail 
 fence and munching an apple. 
 
 At sound of a horse s feet he rolled his great eyes 
 
38 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 lazily around, but, recognizing the rider, made haste to 
 jump from his roost into the field, just in time to avoid 
 a whistling cut from the doctor s riding wand. 
 
 " Quash ! You lazy black-skin ! Did n t I tell you 
 yesterday if I caught you idling again I d give you a 
 whipping ? " 
 
 " Lord, yes, mas r Doctor, and I had n no fawts o 
 idling o course I had n ." 
 
 " What do you mean by that, you imp of darkness, 
 when I caught you at it ? " 
 
 " Did n cotch me, mas r. Look yere, mas r, did n 
 you tell me eberybody got to wuk, quality same as 
 niggers ? " 
 
 "Yes well?" 
 
 " Well, mas r, did n I ask you dat time wat wuk 
 mas r Doctor did, an mas r Parson Leonard, an " 
 
 " Well, well, I told you we did head-work, and you 
 did hand-work ; but what s all that to do with it ? " 
 
 " W y, mas r Doctor, I faut dat I d jes like ter try 
 changin wuks, jes a leetly bit, an I was doin head- 
 wuk a-settin top o dat ar fence w en mas r come 
 along and kind of misunderstooded wat I was about." 
 
 " Got clear of your whipping this time, Quash, you 
 sinner," replied the doctor, with an expectant smile. 
 " What was the head-work, boy ? " 
 
 " W y, mas r, I was jes a clim in ober de fence, goin 
 fer pull termits, same as mas r tole me, and fus ting I 
 see was four five leetly sparrers a-pickin up grub-worms 
 out n de hills. So jes den I kinder lighted onter a 
 apple dat was a-layin round, an I sez to myself : 
 
 " Hi, den, Quash, s pose you frow de core o dat apple 
 right mongst dat leetly crowd o birds, one, two, free, 
 fo , five of em, an s posin you hit two o dem, how 
 
THE DOCTORS DEN. 39 
 
 many d be lef ? Now how many does you make it, 
 mas r Doctor?" 
 
 " Two out of five leaves three, according to my arith 
 metic, Quash," replied the doctor carelessly ; " what does 
 your wisdom say ? " 
 
 " Well, mas r, I s pose you s right ; any ways, t ain t 
 likely a pore nigger do head-wuk same as a ge man ; 
 but de way I was reck nin was dat dey d all fly away, 
 an dere would n t be so much as one leetly fedder lef. 
 But you see, mas r, I had n got de apple eat off de cere, 
 so I had n had a chance to fling it fore mas r come 
 along." 
 
 " Quash ! Cut me a good stick from that birch tree, 
 and come here." 
 
 " Lordy, mas r, you ain t a-goin ter lick pore nigger 
 boy fer not knowin no better, be you, mas r ? " 
 
 " If I don t, it s only because I m in too great a hurry, 
 you rascal ; but look out for the next time, sir " 
 
 " Oh, mas r, I clean forgot fer tell you dat ar arrant 
 from Miss Lyddy " 
 
 " An errand from Miss Lydia ! Now see here, Quash, 
 you 11 get that whipping yet, if you re so careless. What 
 is your errand, sirrah ? " 
 
 " W y, Miss Lyddy, she tell me to kinder wander out 
 t orst Kingston, an w en I see mas r Doctor comin , tell 
 him to hurry long good, cause young mas r Laz ru? 
 come last night from Barbadoes, an fetch a young 
 ma am, Marg et." 
 
 " Lazarus come, and brought a wife ! " echoed the 
 doctor, in astonishment. 
 
 " Jes so, mas r. Dat w at Miss Lyddy say tell mas r 
 Doctor." 
 
 Without reply, the doctor touched Pegasus with the 
 
 OF THE 
 
40 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 whip so often idly menacing Quasho, and hastened for 
 ward, leaving the slave to chuckle rapturously over his 
 own skill, to eat another apple, pull a few turnips, and 
 finally to saunter home to an abundant dinner ; for the 
 slavery of Massachusetts was actually the benignant and 
 patriarchal institution so loudly claimed farther south, 
 at a later day. 
 
 Riding rapidly past the widow Cushman s house, with 
 only one sidelong look at its empty windows, the doc 
 tor was reluctantly halted before a substantial mansion, 
 whose site is now occupied by Davis Hall. It was the 
 house built by Francis LeBaron for his bride, Mary 
 Wilder, almost fifty years before ; it was the birthplace 
 of his three children, and had until lately been the home 
 of Francis, his youngest son, whose widow, sister of Doc 
 tor Lazarus first wife, now stood forth to intercept him. 
 
 " What is it, Sarah ? I m in haste," demanded the 
 doctor impatiently, for he was not fond of his doubly 
 related sister-in-law, and liked her all the less that she 
 was about to marry Joseph Swift, and carry the old 
 house out of the family. 
 
 " Why, I wanted to tell you, Lazarus, that your boy 
 Lazarus has got home from Barbadoes, and brought a 
 wife and two or three blacks, and " 
 
 " In that case, I had best get home myself, and take 
 some order in the matter," interposed the doctor with a 
 smile, and touching his cocked hat with a gesture which 
 Sarah LeBaron suspected, and perhaps not unjustly, of 
 mockery, he rode on. 
 
 A few rods further brought Pegasus to the end of 
 Main Street, and nearly opposite to a large gambrel- 
 roofed and somewhat imposing-looking house, built in 
 1703 by Doctor Francis LeBaron, who just as it was 
 
THE DOCTORS DEN. 41 
 
 completed went to occupy a very narrow and quiet 
 dwelling upon Burying Hill, leaving this estate to his son 
 Lazarus. A big meetinghouse now covers its site, but 
 more interesting discourses still come out of the phantom 
 walls of the old than the visible inclosure of the new 
 building. 
 
 Pegasus, feeling that he was master of the situation, 
 stiffened his neck, quickened his gait, and resistlessly 
 bore round the eastern corner of the house, and down a 
 narrow driveway to his stable in the rear, where both 
 Pompey and Prince, Quasho s co-laborers, stepped for 
 ward to take the bridle, with a grin of welcome. 
 
 Two more black fellows lay sprawling in the sunshine, 
 upon the barn floor, but the doctor, only glancing at them 
 enough to see that they were strangers, and that he had 
 interrupted a luxurious gossip, made his way into the 
 house. As he opened the kitchen door, he paused in 
 dismay, for Pandemonium and Babel are hard for a 
 quiet man to encounter, without some long breath of 
 preparation. The great kitchen, and not only that, but 
 the sitting-room beyond, as could be seen through the 
 open door, seemed full of men, women, children, negro 
 servants, and little dogs, while a great green parrot, 
 chained to a perch in the window, was shrieking pro 
 fanity and maniacal laughter to the extent of his 
 powers. 
 
 " There s father ! Children, hush ! Lazarus, here s 
 father ! Hannah and Teresa, stop that noise ! Mary, do 
 pick up Bartlett ! Joseph, throw something over the 
 parrot ! Sister Margaret, can t that black woman of 
 yours carry your baby upstairs for a little ? " 
 
 " Lydia, you seem to be the only responsible person 
 left in the house," suggested the doctor, rather severely ; 
 " your brothers and sisters are all distraught." 
 
42 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " My duty to you, father ! " exclaimed a blithe voice, 
 while a slighter, milder copy of the doctor s own marked 
 personality extricated himself from the crowd, and came 
 forward with extended hand. 
 
 " Glad to see you, son Lazarus," replied the father, 
 cordially taking the proffered hand, but looking past the 
 young man at a pallid, dark-eyed girl, who timidly ap 
 proached, with a half smile upon her sweet lips. 
 
 " And this is my wife, Margaret, father," added the 
 young man, turning to take her hand and convey it to 
 that he still held. " There has never been the opportu 
 nity of writing to tell you of my marriage, until of late, 
 and so I thought best to come myself and show you my 
 fair excuse." 
 
 " I did not know there had been so strange a ch^ck of 
 communication with Sent Luzee, in the last year " 
 began the doctor. 
 
 " Oh, I beg pardon, but I have been gone from there 
 this six months. Peter Newsome, Margaret s father, of 
 fered me a fair opening for practice " 
 
 " Well, well, we shall have time to speak of all that, 
 my boy, and need not keep your wife waiting just now," 
 interposed the father, courteously bowing to the new 
 comer. " You are very welcome, daughter Margaret, and 
 Lazarus shall be pardoned some inattention to his father, 
 if he does not neglect his wife." 
 
 He drew her nearer, and kissed the smooth, creamy 
 cheek, through which, at the salute, a rich color glowed. 
 
 " I thought she d be my best excuse, sir," said the 
 proud young husband. "And Flora, bring lilly mas r 
 here. There, father, there s your namesake ; there s 
 Lazarus number three ! " 
 
 The grinning negress, resplendent in her bandana 
 
THE DOCTORS DEN. 43 
 
 turban and Turkey-red cotton gown, drew near, and, as 
 she held her nursling up to his grandfather s grave in 
 spection, it was pretty to see the likeness in unlikeness 
 of the three Lazarus LeBarons, and mark how all repro 
 duced the features of Francis, the founder of their house. 
 
 " A fine little lad, a sturdy boy," said the elder, lightly 
 touching the child s brow, "and I shall see more, both 
 of him and his mother, later ; just now, I will ask you 
 for a little breakfast, Lydia, and then must visit some 
 sick folk hereabout. Have there been any calls, Jo 
 seph?" 
 
 Joseph, a young fellow, not yet twenty-one, but study 
 ing medicine with his father, and acting as his assistant, 
 was about to reply, when his sister Mary, a sprightly girl, 
 just entering her teens, suggested with elaborate inno 
 cence : 
 
 " You were called to Parson Leonard s last night, you 
 know, Joe, and had to stay till the nine o clock bell 
 rang." 
 
 " Is any one sick at the parson s ? " began the doctor, 
 but seeing the angry color flash up into Joseph s face, 
 and catching the flicker of mischief in Mary s blue eyes, 
 the father closed his lips rather tightly, and left the 
 room to go to his own private den. For this was the 
 age of parental reserve and of filial reverence, and had 
 Mary LeBaron s mother been alive, and the family in 
 the bands of strict discipline, she would never have 
 dared to jest in her father s presence, even upon so 
 tempting a theme as her brother s courtship. 
 
 Something of this the doctor felt as he strode through 
 the hall and mounted the shallow stairs, with their 
 carved balusters and rail, fmported by his father from 
 England. 
 
44 DR. LE BARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Yes," muttered he, taking the key of his study from 
 a pocket in the long-flapped waistcoat showing far be 
 neath the claret-colored riding-coat still buttoned across 
 his chest, " yes, they need a mother, Lyddy as well as 
 the young ones, and the house cries out for a housewife 
 it is no self-seeking folly " 
 
 And then the doctor stood and looked thoughtfully 
 around the dingy back room into which he had locked 
 himself ; a very unattractive room to most observers, 
 with sad-colored walls, broken only by a torn and 
 patched map of Europe, and some rude shelves holding 
 a few French books, a score or so of leather-covered 
 medical works, with about half as many choice volumes 
 of Homer and some of the Latin poets, daintily bound 
 in white and gold vellum, and bringing their price even 
 then in the Dutch and German marts whence they came. 
 To-day they would be priceless. 
 
 Above the high mantelshelf with its plated candle 
 sticks and snuffers, not ranked then as ornaments, but 
 articles of homely necessity, was tacked a piece of red 
 cloth, called harrateen, left over from covering the seats 
 of the best bedroom chairs, and stolen by the doctor 
 while his wife s back was turned, much to her bewil 
 derment. 
 
 If, however, disembodied spirits are allowed to return 
 and fulfill the unsatisfied aspirations of this life, sure it 
 is that Lydia Bartlett, mother of the seven children we 
 have just encountered, had long ere this crept through 
 the keyhole into this forbidden chamber, whose interior 
 she bad never in the flesh beheld. 
 
 And, granting this possibility, one can imagine the 
 satisfaction with which she would exclaim in her new 
 tongue, " If there is n t my piece of crimson harra 
 teen!" 
 
THE DOCTOR S DEN. 45 
 
 No doubt, also, this gentle ghost would curiously ex 
 amine the relics to which the harrateen formed a back 
 ground, a silver spoon with a perfectly round bowl, 
 a broken ring empty of its gem, and a pair of tiny bal 
 ances, the scales and beam of chased silver, and the cords 
 of green silk ; the weights lay beneath in the round-cor 
 nered tortoise-shell case that had traveled many a mile, 
 some fifty years earlier, in the pocket of Francis, father 
 of Lazarus LeBaron. A little lock of light brown hair 
 lay in one of these scales upon a bit of paper whereon 
 was written the one word Faith ; the other was weighed 
 down by a silver penny, beneath which was written 
 Lucre. 
 
 The hair was his father s, the faith was his mother s, 
 and the Queen Anne penny represented the comfortable 
 property of that mother s second husband. 
 
 It was a neat little epigram, kept by the doctor for 
 his own private enjoyment, unless indeed poor Lydia s 
 ghost had ere this wondered feebly over it. 
 
 For the rest, the room contained a large table crowded 
 with papers, memorandum books, a great wooden ink 
 stand supporting a thicket of quill pens, a pounce box, 
 some wax and a taper, various specimens of drugs in 
 various stages of preparation, some vials, and the name 
 less litter of a student s table ; disorderly, to be sure, but 
 scrupulously neat, for no woman ever yet excelled Laza 
 rus LeBaron in this feminine virtue. 
 
 A great leather-covered armchair was placed at the 
 end of the table nearest to the fireplace, while a piece of 
 homespun carpet and a footstool suggested cozy visions 
 of a pair of slippered feet propped upon the stool and 
 toasting their soles, as eyes of dreamy content watched 
 the flames flaring up the wide chimney, and the fra* 
 
46 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 grance of cedar logs and pitch-pine and bayberry twigs 
 floated through the room. At the corner of the hearth 
 stood a clay furnace, a box of charcoal, some crucibles, 
 and a small still, while on shelves above lay retorts, and 
 various glass utensils of strange shape and air, brought 
 home from Holland by the doctor, and never exhibited 
 either to his family or his townsmen. 
 
 There were those who whispered that "the French 
 doctor " had bequeathed to his son uncanny secrets 
 bordering upon art magic ; that the herbs he so care 
 fully culled in the fields, or cultivated in the lush 
 garden stretching down behind his house to the Town 
 Brook, were components of the Elixir Vitse whose for 
 mula the doctor was always striving to reproduce. They 
 said that he sought for the Philosopher s Stone ; they 
 said all the things their forefathers had said in the 
 beginning, of Faustus, and Grandier, and Galileo, and 
 many another man too learned and too reticent for the 
 comprehension of his neighbors. Lucky was it for Laz 
 arus LeBaron that he lived in an age when these begin 
 nings of gossip had ceased to lead to any deadly end, 
 and were perhaps rather an advantage than a danger to 
 their object. 
 
 None the less was the student very careful of allow 
 ing any, even the nearest and dearest of his household, 
 to inquire too curiously into the occupations or the in 
 struments confined within those sacred walls, and it was 
 no doubt some resolution to continue this reserve that 
 formed itself in the man s mind, as, leaning an elbow 
 on the mantelshelf, his eyes wandered from the relics 
 upon their harrateen background to the crucibles at his 
 feet. 
 
 " No, my dear, you 11 never come in here ! " muttered 
 he, with a slow, serene smile. 
 
THE DOCTORS DEN. 47 
 
 A broad leather - covered sofa, or settee, as it was 
 called, stood against the wall opposite the windows, and 
 now served as the doctor s nightly couch ; for since his 
 wife s death he had given up the great northeast cham 
 ber to his four daughters and baby son ; the other front 
 bedroom was a guest-chamber ; and Joseph with Lazarus 
 before he went away had occupied the fourth room, a 
 rambling barrack, out of which a curious low-browed 
 door led into the slave quarters, where, in two little bed 
 rooms over a joyous, disorderly kitchen, Pompey with 
 Phyllis his wife, Prince, a fine stalwart young fellow, 
 and Quasho, already introduced, feasted, laughed, and 
 slept in great peace and contentment. 
 
 But now Lazarus, who a couple of years before had 
 gone forth to seek his professional fortunes in the West 
 Indies, had come home in the double dignity of married 
 man and guest, and must be promoted to the spare 
 chamber. Let us pause a moment to inspect it. Behold 
 an imposing room, with both bed and window curtains 
 as well as chair bottoms of the famous crimson harra- 
 teen; a " chist-of-draws," such as is nowadays called a 
 chiffonier, (a name not more correct, and not nearly so 
 expressive as the old one), made of black walnut tree 
 wood, a rare and precious material in those days when 
 no white man knew that it grew abundantly in our own 
 Western States, or could have brought home more than 
 his own back-load if he had ; a tall spindle-legged toilet 
 table, also furnished with drawers, many and compli 
 cated, and covered with white fringed dimity, stood be 
 tween the front windows, with a mirror above it, the 
 carved and gilded wooden frame representing a twining 
 rose-stem, finished at the top with a cluster of blossoms 
 and foliage. The doctor had himself bought this in Paris, 
 
48 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 whither he went before his first marriage, and it was 
 respectfully looked upon not only by his own household, 
 but by all his townsfolk. 
 
 The painted and polished floor of this stately bower 
 was partly covered by a square of English carpet, and 
 the fireplace was surrounded by Dutch tiles represent 
 ing with minute fidelity various Scriptural scenes ; upon 
 the red sandstone hearth were arranged a ponderous 
 fender, andirons, and fire set, all of brass and polished 
 like the sun. A fire artistically laid with backlog, top- 
 log, forestick, lightwood, and kindlers, with shavings 
 invitingly peeping out to welcome the match, gave 
 promise of a comfortable blaze by and by, which should 
 dispel the chill and forbidding atmosphere of this closed 
 room, which, truth to tell, had proved a little overwhelm 
 ing in its heavy grandeur to Margaret, the young wife, 
 who in her tropical home had never seen a fireplace or 
 its furnishing, a carpet, or even so much as a suit of har- 
 rateen curtains. Nay, even the feather bed with its su 
 perincumbent sack of eider down, which when warmed 
 by the body rose gradually in stifling billows of irrita 
 ting heat around the sleeper, was a surprise and a terror 
 to her, accustomed as she was to simply a sacking with 
 one linen sheet fastened tightly over it, and another to 
 use as the only covering. 
 
 Furthermore, this enormous pile of feathers and down 
 was heaped with English blankets, a crimson quilted 
 spread, and more of that horrible eider down, tacked 
 into a puff made of two old brocade dresses. 
 
 No wonder Lazarus the younger found his Barbadoes 
 wife in tears when he followed her to that sombre guest- 
 chamber, on the night of their arrival, and was obliged 
 to reassure her with many tender jests and caresses. 
 
THE DOCTOR S DEN. 49 
 
 The doctor s reverie has lasted quite through this 
 long digression, and might have lasted longer but for 
 a timid tap on the door. 
 
 " Who is it ? " demanded he impatiently. 
 
 " It s me, father, and " 
 
 " Say It s I, father, if you please, Lydia, before yon 
 go on." 
 
 " It s I, father," responded Lydia meekly, although 
 so small a store of meekness went to her composition 
 that she reserved it all for filial use. " And I came up 
 to tell you that two of the selectmen, Squire Lothrop 
 and Mr. James Warren, are below, seeking you." 
 
 " I hope you put them in some other place than that 
 Bedlam I found you in," remarked the doctor, without 
 opening the door ; and Lydia, always meekly, replied : 
 
 " Yes, sir, I put them in the northwest parlor." 
 
 " They won t want to stay long in that chilly room," 
 muttered the host, and, waiting until he heard Lydia s 
 steps upon the stairs, he cast one regretful look around 
 his study, and followed her, locking the door and put 
 ting the key in his pocket. 
 
 The northwest parlor, where the visitors stood await 
 ing their host, was a room of even sterner majesty 
 than the best bedroom, inasmuch as a long mirror at 
 either end reflected its chilly dignity, and multiplied to 
 infinity the square mahogany table, the eight great 
 chairs covered in scarlet morocco, the rosewood case 
 standing open to display the handles of twelve knives 
 and twelve forks made of solid silver, not the poor shells 
 one may so cheaply buy to-day, the two penitential " loll- 
 ing-chairs," whose straight backs, long legs, and slippery 
 leather seats were a satire upon their name, the floor 
 painted and varnished like polished white marble, and 
 
50 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 the square of Turkey carpet, coming just inside the legs 
 of the chairs, stiffly ranged around the room. The only 
 spot offering a timid hope of comfort was the fireplace, 
 where shone a magnificent copper set of andirons, with 
 shovel, tongs, and poker all elaborately tipped with 
 lion s-heads. But although the chimney-back, itself an 
 heraldic casting, was blackened by the genial blaze of 
 bygone fires, it was to-day painfully cold and clean, and 
 the two men leaning on either end of the high mantel 
 piece, with its decoration of conch shells and some curi 
 ous bits of glass and china, looked as chill and miserable 
 as the complimentary mourners at a winter funeral. 
 
 "Ugh! " shivered the doctor, giving his hand to each 
 with cordial grasp. " This room is worse than out-of- 
 doors. Come into the other room, gentlemen, where, 
 though there may be some disorder , isere is also a fire." 
 
 He turned and laid his hand upon the brass thumb- 
 latch, bright and cold as ice ; but Isaac Lothrop stepped 
 forward, and said in a voice of mysterious meaning, 
 
 " Nay, Doctor ! The weather is not yet so very cold, 
 and some matters are best treated behind closed doors ; 
 surely a little chill is not to be set against our duty of 
 warding off the fires of hell." 
 
 " Surely not, Judge Lothrop," replied the doctor, 
 with a faint gleam of humor in his eyes. " But where do 
 these fires threaten to break out, in our little town ? " 
 
 " James Warren can tell you, and as his house is but 
 across the way from Consider Howland s " 
 
 " Your own is as near, Judge," interrupted Warren, 
 pleasantly. " But to make the matter short, Doctor, both 
 Lothrop and I have marked how a certain strapping 
 young fellow, calling himself master and part owner of 
 the schooner Dolphin, trading coastwise for the most 
 
THE DOCTORS DEN. 61 
 
 part, makes Plymouth his principal port of entry, 
 whithersoever his charter party may lay the voyage." 
 
 " Yes, my son Lazarus came but now passenger in 
 the Dolphin from Barbadoes," said the doctor. " He 
 spoke of Captain Hammatt as a pleasant fellow and 
 good navigator." 
 
 "He did!" exclaimed Lothrop. "That is well, and 
 to the purpose. We knew that Lazarus came by the 
 Dolphin, and it was partly to have his opinion of the 
 young man that we are here." 
 
 " But what has Hammatt done amiss, or why does 
 the town take order with him ? " demanded the doctor. 
 
 " That is the very matter in hand. Speak out, War 
 ren, and tell what has come under your eyes." 
 
 "Well, nothing so very unheard of." And genial 
 James Warren smiled good-naturedly, in spite of 
 Lothrop s magisterial frown, while the doctor s gleam of 
 satiric humor answered the smile. 
 
 " I was standing idly by the window in my study, 
 which, as you know, looks across North Street to Con 
 sider Rowland s house, on the opposite corner ; and as 
 the casement lay open, I saw this Hammatt standing 
 with his arm -around the waist of Mistress Lucy How- 
 land ; and as I still looked, in some bewilderment, for 
 the maiden is reputed as good as she is fair " 
 
 " Nay, she is very brown, like all the Rowlands," in 
 terposed the doctor whimsically, and Warren indulged 
 in a constrained smile, as he replied : 
 
 " You have reason, Doctor. Black but comely, if one 
 may quote " 
 
 " Pardon me, brethren, but are not we rather straying 
 from the record ? " interrupted the judge dryly. " As 
 you looked in at the open casement of Mr. Howland s 
 house, you saw " 
 
52 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " I saw Captain Hammatt put his arm around Lucy 
 Rowland s waist, and kiss her heartily, and more than 
 once," replied Warren succinctly. 
 
 " And did the maid resist ? " inquired the doctor, re 
 pressing a smile. 
 
 "Nav, I marked not that she did. In very truth, I 
 withdrew from the window, feeling myself in a dishonor 
 able position." 
 
 " Why, yes, one does not willingly enact the part of 
 Peeping Tom of Coventry. And what is your purpose 
 in this matter, Judge ? " 
 
 " To ascertain at once whether the young man s views 
 are honorable, and whether Master Rowland is cognizant 
 of these proceedings," replied Lothrop promptly. " I 
 for one am not minded to give in to the sinful laxity of 
 morals and the weakening of discipline that marks our 
 day. I hold with those who have gone before, that the 
 fathers of a community are set to watch as them who 
 must give account, over the doings of those in their 
 charge ; and I opine that it is our duty, as selectmen of 
 this town of Plymouth, to assure ourselves of the charac 
 ter and purpose of every stranger who sets foot within 
 our limits, and to take heed that no wolf creeps in to 
 molest our lambs." 
 
 " Surely, surely ! " exclaimed the doctor, more gravely, 
 as his mind reverted to his own motherless girls, es 
 pecially handsome and headstrong Lydia, Lucy How- 
 land s great friend and confidante. " I agree with you, 
 Judge Lothrop, and am right glad you will take some 
 steps to sustain the purity and order of our town. What 
 measures do you propose ? " 
 
 " To summon the young man and woman before my 
 justice court, and admonish them," replied Lothrop 
 
THE DOCTOR S DEN. 53 
 
 severely, but Warren, mild and indulgent as his wont, 
 shook his head, 
 
 " Nay, brother, that seems to me an extreme measure 
 for the first. Let us remember the fable of the furious 
 blast, which only caused the traveler to wrap his cloak 
 more tightly round him, while under the warmth of sun 
 shine he willingly cast it off. I would in turn suggest that 
 our good doctor here, who is the family physician of 
 the Rowlands, should make a friendly visit, and in 
 course of talk with Consider should tell him what has 
 been seen " 
 
 " Nay, Master Warren, but I have seen nothing, and 
 so can tell nothing," interrupted the doctor decidedly. 
 " It is for you who have spied this unholy sight to de 
 scribe it to our friend Consider, and bear the brunt of 
 the tempest that shall surely break upon your head." 
 
 " Sider hath a fiery temper," remarked Warren 
 meditatively. 
 
 " Then, since you gentlemen find me too hard, and 
 I must think you far too soft, suppose we all go together 
 and investigate this matter," suggested Lothrop, with a 
 little impatience. " Come, Doctor, get on your hat, and 
 we will move at once." 
 
 " May I beg five minutes grace while I swallow some 
 meat and drink, for none save a draught of milk and a 
 bannock at Plympton has passed my lips to-day. And 
 let me offer you both a glass of wine or aqua vitae ; it 
 must be near eleven o clock." 
 
 " A little past," replied Warren with a smile. " We 
 found many of our friends at the Bunch of Grapes as 
 we came up the street, and joined Josiah Cotton and 
 some of the rest in a glass of bitters, so no more for 
 me." 
 
54 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Ever a temperate man, Warren ; and you, Judge, are 
 almost too much so for your own good. Follow Paul s 
 advice to Timothy, my friend, and do not ill treat your 
 stomach. It is your best friend." 
 
 " Why, if my doctor orders me to do so, I can but 
 obey," replied the judge, relaxing his grave visage to a 
 smile. " And yet no more just now, I am obliged to 
 you." 
 
 " Well, then, I will be at Master Warren s in a quarter 
 of an hour, if that suits you both," and the doctor has 
 tened with numbed fingers to open the hall door and 
 ceremoniously attend his guests to the top of the steps. 
 
 " I am so glad, father, that they are gone, for you 
 will be starved with cold and hunger," said a voice be 
 hind him, as Lydia peeped out of the sitting-room door. 
 " See, all is ready for you." 
 
 " Ah, that looks pleasant ! " exclaimed her father, 
 striding over to the fireplace, and seating himself in the 
 roundabout leather-bottomed chair drawn up beside a 
 little table laid with a very comfortable breakfast, or 
 rather lunch. 
 
 A steaming tankard of spiced ale, with a roasted 
 crab-apple bobbing up and down upon its frothy sur 
 face, was the central ornament, and the doctor took a 
 hearty draught with the eagerness of a chilled and hun 
 gry man. 
 
 "Ah, that is comfortable, Lyddy," said he, rubbing 
 his hands over the fire, and munching a slice of warm 
 gingerbread. " And what have you done with the mob 
 that was here but now ? " 
 
 " I sent them all different ways before I made ready 
 for you," replied Lydia, with the air of one who knew 
 what she did and how to do it. " Margaret and little 
 Lazarus " 
 
THE DOCTORS DEN. 55 
 
 " Call him the child, or the baby, or what you will ; 
 only do not din my own name into my ears perpetu 
 ally, or I shall grow to loathe it," exclaimed the doc 
 tor more irritably than he often spoke, and, with a hasty 
 good-by, he snatched up his hat and left the house. 
 
 His tall fair daughter went to the window and 
 watched him down the street. A handsome young wo 
 man, as all men allowed, with the grand figure and bear 
 ing of her sires, and with a peculiar creamy velvety 
 complexion, richly but not deeply tinted with the red of 
 a peach s sunny cheek ; her eyes, bluer than her father s 
 and very bright, had perhaps a little too much of the 
 same keenness and criticism, and at times accented too 
 strongly the somewhat haughty curve of the nose and 
 lips. A woman to gallantly hold her own whether for 
 right or wrong, and command respect whether she won 
 love or not. 
 
 " He does n t like to have his grandson called Laza 
 rus," murmured she, watching her father s back, in its 
 claret-colored coat and cocked hat, with the black-tied 
 cue beneath. " Is it that he would not have Lazarus 
 married ? Is it Margaret no, she is so pretty all men 
 must like her. Is it yes, yes, it is a grandchild, and 
 he not yet an old man. Perhaps, why, yes, what 
 more like than that he should marry again ! And how 
 hard I have tried to make home homely for him ! " 
 
 " S pose I take dese yer things way, Miss Lyddy," 
 suggested a cheerful voice at her back, and, turning 
 sharply, Lydia confronted a portly, genial-faced negress, 
 dressed in a homespun check petticoat-and-short-gown, 
 with a portentous turban on her head, and a string of 
 Guinea-gold beads around her neck. 
 
 " Yes, take them away, Phyllis, and lay the table for 
 dinner. It must be near noon." 
 
56 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Sun jes a-crapin roun to de noon-mark on de 
 phial, Pomp sez," replied Phyllis, with an air of impor 
 tance. 
 
 " Dial ! Dial, Phyllis ! How often I ve told you that ! 
 And what have you got those beads on for ? They look 
 very absurd with your working clothes ; I suppose you 
 want to show off before Mr. Laz rus s servants." 
 
 " Pears like you could n nebber bear to see dese yer 
 beads, Miss Lyddy, dough you knows well nough, chile, 
 dat I airnt em honest, wif de venters mas doctor 
 lowed me to make in mas Watson s schooner " 
 
 " There, there, don t stand talking, and don t be im 
 pertinent. Of course the beads are your own " 
 
 " Spec s if dey was Miss Lyddy s own, she d like de 
 looks ob em better," grumbled the negress as she 
 flounced away with her tray, but her young mistress 
 had turned back to the window, and deep in reverie 
 seemed to hear nothing. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. 
 
 To understand how Mr. James Warren and Squire 
 Lothrop were both of them in a position to overlook the 
 domestic affairs of Consider Howland s house, it is nec 
 essary to know something of the topography of Plym 
 outh. 
 
 The Main Street of the village, then as now, was a 
 short straight bit of highway, its southern end opening 
 on Leyden Street, where stood Dr. LeBaron s house 
 nearly opposite this opening. Proceeding north, a few 
 doors from the corner where Governor Bradford s house 
 had once stood, one arrived at the Bunch of Grapes 
 tavern, a genial hostelry built in the Dutch fashion, 
 with the upper story projecting some eighteen inches 
 over the lower, and ornamented at either corner with a 
 great pendulous bunch of grapes carved in wood, a de 
 vice as suggestive of the good cheer within as the 
 " bush " of olden times. 
 
 Still trending north, Main Street stopped in a vague, 
 confused sort of way in an open space, now called Shir 
 ley Square, whence opened a road pursuing the same 
 direction, variously called the Kingston Road, the Bos 
 ton Way, the King s Highway, and nowadays Court 
 Street ; for at its westerly side lies, as we have seen, 
 the Great Gutter, now become Court Square, for the 
 sufficient reason that the Court House stands at its head. 
 On the corner of this road and this square stands a 
 
58 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 goodly brick mansion upon the site of that earlier house 
 where pretty widow Cushman sat and pondered smil 
 ingly her doctor s last advice. 
 
 Returning to Shirley Square, we find another short 
 straight street opening from its lower or eastern side, 
 and running down to the water s edge and around 
 Cole s Hill, where slept, and still sleep, the Pilgrims in 
 their undistinguishable graves, with the gray Rock be 
 tween them and the water. 
 
 This, now called North Street, was then generally 
 known as Rowland Street, most of the land upon its 
 northern side remaining in possession of the grandchil 
 dren and great-grandchildren of the Pilgrim John, to 
 which latter category belonged Consider Rowland, whose 
 house and grounds formed the upper northern corner. 
 On the opposite corner, facing on Main Street, stood a 
 great gambrel-roofed colonial structure, built by that 
 Colonel John Winslow just now fighting for Great 
 Britain in the West Indies, and leading poor Peleg 
 Samson into great fatigues and dangers. But as a 
 soldier who is also a widower does not need a big colo 
 nial house, the colonel, before leaving home, sold his 
 Plymouth property to his brother-in-law, James Warren, 
 husband of handsome, haughty Penelope Winslow. 
 
 Forming a triangle with these two houses, as it stood 
 on the other side of Shirley Square facing the head 
 of North Street, was a large arid imposing mansion 
 owned and occupied by Colonel, or Judge, or as he was 
 familiarly called, Squire Lothrop, who, standing upon his 
 front doorsteps, could look down North Street and his 
 own new wharf at its foot to the sea beyond, or into the 
 windows of his neighbors Warren or Rowland, as the 
 fancy seized him. In fact, very little could or did occur 
 
THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. 59 
 
 in either house without becoming matter of friendly in 
 terest to the inmates of the other two, an interest oc 
 casionally resulting in action, as in the present instance. 
 
 An appreciation of this position crossed the mind of 
 Lazarus LeBaron, while he stood for a moment with 
 the great brass latch of Warren s door in his hand and 
 looked about him ; and the smile in his eyes passed to 
 his lips, when he saw the door of the Lothrop house 
 open, and the worthy magistrate, in his broad-skirted 
 red camlet coat, flapped waistcoat, black velvet breeches, 
 capacious silk stockings, and buckled shoes, descend the 
 steps and cross the square as nimbly as a great regard 
 for his own dignity would allow. 
 
 " I saw you from my window, Doctor, and came at 
 once, for we have little time to spare before the noon 
 bell strikes. Ah, here is brother Warren ! " 
 
 " Yes, I chanced to be looking out o window and 
 saw you both," said Warren simply, whereupon the 
 doctor took snuff, a great resource of his when wishing 
 to conceal amusement, or indeed any emotion. 
 
 " Probably Master Rowland has seen us all by this 
 time, and will be awaiting our visit," said he gravely, 
 and led the way across the head of North Street to the 
 old many-gabled house, with its wide low casements, 
 their little diamond-shaped panes of greenish glass set 
 in lead, the upper story projecting over the lower, and 
 a great chimney eating out the heart of the house. 
 
 Like many of his townsmen, Howland, although as 
 gently born and as well-to-do as most, did not disdain 
 to entertain such strangers as preferred his quiet house 
 to the noisier hospitalities of the Bunch of Grapes, and 
 in this way young Hammatt had become an inmate of 
 the house, and found opportunity to cultivate pretty 
 Lucy s acquaintance. 
 
60 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 The oaken door stood wide open, showing a wain 
 scoted hall, both deep and wide, and a great rambling 
 staircase. As the three gentlemen entered and hesi 
 tated which way to turn, for a sitting-room lay at either 
 side the door, a portly figure emerged from the gloom 
 of the hall, and a jovial voice cried : 
 
 " Welcome, gentlemen ! T is not often you come 
 neighboring in these days, but you re heartily welcome. 
 This way, this way ! " 
 
 And rather decidedly, the master of the house ush 
 ered his guests into the left-hand or westerly room. 
 
 " T was in the other room I saw the young folks 
 courting," whispered Warren to Lothrop, who nodded 
 judicially. 
 
 " Nay, Rowland, you can t complain that I am not 
 here often enough," protested the doctor pleasantly. 
 " T was but last week I came to plaster up little Tom s 
 broken head ; and how is he by this time ? " 
 
 "He s well enough, the young rascal," replied the 
 father carelessly. " It s not of doctor s visits I in talk 
 ing now, however, but of friendly calls and pleasant 
 chats. Why, we four men were boys together at school 
 not so long since, and Master Sparhawk flogged us all 
 impartially, though now I think twice on t, I believe 
 James Warren seldom gave old Sparhawk a chance, for 
 he was so ready at his task and so blameless in his be 
 havior. And you too, Judge, you often went scot-free, 
 just because of the majesty of your look, I fancy. The 
 dominie was scared of you ; but the doctor and I, we 
 caught it, eh, Doctor ? " 
 
 " Not so much as I would give two such boys, if they 
 were in my care to-day," replied the doctor genially, 
 while Master Rowland, setting a square brass-bound 
 
THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. 61 
 
 casket upon the table, threw it open, disclosing a trio of 
 high-shouldered gilt bottles, with three glasses to match 
 set in sockets behind the bottles. 
 
 " Now here is a case of Spanish liqueurs, boys, just 
 brought in by Captain Hammatt of the Dolphin, the 
 same craft that fetched your boy, Doctor." 
 
 "Ay." 
 
 " The case has not been broached yet, and you three 
 shall be first to touch lips to the three glasses. Which 
 shall it be, Squire, Maraschino, Anise, or Parfait 
 d Amour?" 
 
 To refuse would in those days have been counted an 
 insult, and the three gentlemen each took a drop of 
 Anise, merely remarking that eleven o clock was past, 
 and dinner over-nigh at hand to more than taste strong 
 waters. 
 
 " And truth to tell, Consider," said Lothrop, laying 
 down the little Dutch glass, and reverting for the mo 
 ment to habits of boyish familiarity, " we have come 
 to ask you some questions which you must take in good 
 part as they are meant." 
 
 " Questions upon what matter ? " demanded Rowland 
 abruptly. 
 
 " Nay, now, man, take it in good part, I say, for, as 
 you claimed but now, we have been boys together, and 
 still, I hope, are friends ; but will you tell us of your cour 
 tesy if this Captain Hammatt of the Dolphin is court 
 ing your daughter Lucy with your knowledge and con 
 sent ? " 
 
 " Oh ! I cry your pardon, gentlemen ! " exclaimed 
 Rowland, thrusting the glasses back into the case and 
 slamming down the lid, as signifying that hospitality 
 was no longer in order. " Had you told me that you 
 
62 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 came as selectmen to inquire into the character of an 
 inn-holder s guests, I would have shown you more rev 
 erence and less attempt at familiarity " 
 
 " Nay now, nay now, neighbor," interrupted James 
 Warren pacifically, "why will you be so jealous and 
 so peppery ? We come as friends and old school-fel 
 lows, and as fathers, careful for your daughter as for 
 our own " 
 
 " Thank you for nothing, neighbor ; I come not spy 
 ing round to see if Lyddy LeBaron and Ann Warren 
 bear them as modest maids should, and I d have you 
 know that Lucy Rowland needs no more looking after 
 than they." 
 
 " Why, surely not, nor did we say it " began Judge 
 Lothrop, but at that moment the door of the opposite 
 parlor opened suddenly, and a young man s voice was 
 heard saying : 
 
 " I 11 be back anon, mistress." 
 
 Rowland strode to the door of the room where stood 
 his three visitors, and throwing it open exclaimed : 
 
 "Here is Captain Hammatt to answer for himself, 
 and you too, Lucy ; come you both in here and speak 
 with these dignitaries who are inquiring after you." 
 
 A bold-looking young fellow, dark of skin, with eyes 
 of that grayish hazel one finds in an eagle s head, and 
 with a good deal of the same intensity of gaze always 
 suggestive of discernment and power, but with a good- 
 tempered and pleasant mouth, entered the room followed 
 by Lucy Rowland, a girl of seventeen, whose placid 
 face wore already the look of calm intelligence and 
 steadast courage which moulded her life. 
 
 " Here is Captain Hammatt, gentlemen. Please open 
 your business to him," said Master Rowland, withdraw- 
 
THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. 63 
 
 ing to the back of the room, and placing Lucy s hand 
 under his arm. 
 
 " At your service, sirs," began the sailor, his eyes 
 passing from one face to the other with keen inquisi 
 tion. 
 
 " Captain Hammatt," returned Lothrop formally, 
 " we are three of the men selected by this town to keep 
 a fatherly eye upon its interests, and especially upon the 
 safety and good conduct of its inhabitants and its visi 
 tors. In that capacity we think it right to inquire if 
 you intend to make Mistress Lucy Rowland your 
 wife?" 
 
 The eagle-like eyes flashed a little and settled them 
 selves steadily upon Lothrop s face, but very courteously 
 the young man replied : 
 
 " Mistress Rowland s own father has not thought fit 
 to ask me such a question, and much do I admire at the 
 laws that empower any other man to do so ! In Eng 
 land every man s house is his castle, but in this new coun 
 try you seem to have found out some better way. How- 
 beit, since you have in a way tripped my anchor for me, 
 I 11 e en make sail as best I may. My intentions of mar 
 riage with this young gentlewoman are depending upon 
 her intentions with regard to me, and those you have not 
 given me sea-room to arrive at as I would, so I must now 
 make them out as I can. Mistress Lucy, will you take 
 me for your bachelor, and wed me so soon as I have some 
 what more to offer you ? " 
 
 He stepped forward as he spoke, his broad-leafed hat 
 in one hand, the other extended toward the young girl, 
 whose comely face, from pale, grew rosy-red, but drop 
 ping her father s arm, and modestly laying her hand in 
 that of her lover, she answered in a voice both still and 
 
64 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 clear, "Yes, Captain Hammatt, with my father s and 
 mother s consent, I will be your wife when you and they 
 see fit." 
 
 " Bravely spoken, my lass, bravely said ! " cried Con 
 sider Rowland, laying a hand upon his girl s head, and 
 turning to look triumphantly at the three selectmen, who 
 in turn gazed rather sheepishly at him, until Doctor 
 LeBaron, with a laugh that did him credit, exclaimed : 
 
 " Why, there now, Master Rowland, we grave old 
 fellows have helped a very pretty little love-affair to its 
 crisis, and surely you are our debtors ! Will not you 
 once more open that chest, and let us each taste a drop 
 or so of Parfait d Amour to the health of the young 
 couple ? " 
 
 " Ay, old friend, so let it be," cried placable Warren ; 
 and Judge Lothrop silently extended his hand to How- 
 land, who seized and shook it heartily, while the last 
 clouds of anger vanished from his choleric yet genial 
 face, and the toast was drunk in its most appropriate 
 cordial with such fervor that the harmony so seriously 
 threatened was restored to more than its first perfection, 
 and the little party separated at sound of the noon bell, 
 with mutual good will and satisfaction. 
 
CHAPTER VII. 
 
 MOTHER CREWE S CURSE AND ELDER FAUNCE S 
 
 BLESSING. 
 
 " DOCTOR, a word with you, at your leisure." The 
 speaker was a tall, spare man, his gray hair falling upon 
 his shoulders, and adding a wild impressiveness to his 
 gaunt features and gleaming black eyes. He was clad 
 in a suit of rusty black, and wore about his throat a 
 white cravat, a good yard square when unfurled, while 
 his" hat was of the ungraceful shape known as " shovel ;" 
 for this was the Rev. Nathaniel Leonard, pastor of Plym 
 outh, where as yet none had departed from the faith 
 of the Pilgrims, or spoken of such a thing as division. 
 
 Doctor LeBaron, who was walking down Leyden 
 Street, on his way to the wharves, stopped, and cere 
 moniously raised his hat, a salute as punctiliously re 
 turned by the parson, for manners were not yet out of 
 fashion, any more than brotherly love. 
 
 "At your service, Dominie," said he pleasantly. 
 " Shall I come in, or will you stroll down to the water 
 side with me ? I am going to have a look at the Dolphin, 
 young Hammatt s schooner." 
 
 " I will come with you, if I may fetch my walking- 
 stick first." 
 
 " By all means. I will stand here and look at your 
 new house, which, as my nearest neighbor, is an object 
 of much interest. I never can cease to admire the cour 
 age and loyalty you displayed, Parson, in bringing all 
 
66 DR. LEBANON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 this lumber from Norton. It is not every man who can 
 carry his native forests about with him ; it is quite after 
 the fashion of royal personages, and also of snails, neither 
 of which folk ever sleep out of their own houses." 
 
 " Have your laugh, Doctor," replied the parson, com* 
 ing out and closing the door ; then pausing in the road 
 for an affectionate backward look at the house standing 
 just above the site of the old Common house, first of 
 Plymouth dwellings, he added, "Verily, friend, I do 
 seem to conserve my native vigor and hopefulness by 
 sheltering under Norton trees. It pleases me to lay 
 hand upon some stout beam in garret or cellar, and say, 
 i Yes, we grew out of the came soil, and fed upon the 
 same air and sunshine. " 
 
 The doctor bestowed a rapid but strangely keen 
 glance upon the face of the enthusiast, whose eyes, set 
 steadily forward, seemed gazing upon some mirage of 
 his native forests, and then he said : 
 
 " You had somewhat to say to me, Dominie." 
 
 " Oh, ay, I remember. You know that Bathsheba 
 Crewe is dead ? " 
 
 " Yes, a week or ten days since." 
 
 " Well, the fellow that was to marry her, Ansel Ring, 
 a sailor-man, I believe " 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " He was at my house last night, and would have me 
 publish the banns between him and Molly Peach, niece 
 of Goodwife Jones, out toward Manomet Ponds. I put 
 him off until I should know more of the matter, for it 
 seemed unseemly to me that before one maid was cold 
 in her grave he should be so boldly wooing another. 
 You were the poor girl s physician, and doubtless know 
 something of the story. What say you ? " 
 
MOTHER CREWE S CURSE. 67 
 
 " What say I ? " replied the doctor meditatively, as 
 he paused with one foot upon Pilgrim Rock, which he 
 tapped with his gold-headed cane, while he spoke. 
 " Well, t is hard to say, for between them those two were 
 the death of that poor maid, buried no more than a week 
 agone ; and yet so mad are they upon each other that I 
 doubt if they are hindered of marriage they may do 
 worse. Certain it is that each will be the other s best 
 punishment." 
 
 " Nay, then, a justice marriage is good enough for 
 them. I for one will invoke no blessing on the heads 
 of such reprobates. Let them be published, and then 
 go to Squire Lothrop or some other magistrate to be 
 coupled up." 
 
 " Perhaps that is best," replied the doctor absently. 
 " T is hard to say." 
 
 " Talking of the new wharf, gentlemen ? " demanded 
 a bluff voice, as a man stopped and took off his hat to 
 the parson and the doctor. 
 
 " Why, no, Cook ; and yet, now you speak of it, I re 
 member some talk of it. Squire Lothrop is going to 
 build one here, I believe, as a mate to that," and as he 
 spoke the doctor pointed to the beginning of Long Wharf, 
 " with a dock between, for the accommodation of his 
 boats and small craft." 
 
 " Yes, but here s old Forefather s Rock," said Cook, 
 tapping it with his foot. " It 11 never do to cover that 
 over. Why, my old gran ther d rise out of his grave fco 
 hear of it." 
 
 " Your grandfather, Josiah Cook ? " inquired the doc 
 tor a little superciliously, or so it seemed to Cook, who 
 answered stoutly : 
 
 "Yes, sir. My gran ther, Jacob Cook, was son of 
 
68 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Francis Cook, who came aboard the Mayflower, one of 
 the old ancient settlers ; and gran ther, he always said 
 how his daddy told him that this rock was what they 
 stepped onto when they first landed, and afterward, 
 when they brought the women ashore, a maid called 
 Mary Chilton was the first to set her foot on t. That s 
 the way gran ther said, any way, and if you don t be 
 lieve me, you can go over to Eel River and ask old 
 Elder Faunce ; he s got eddication and he s an Elder in 
 the church, so may be he knows." 
 
 " No more likely to than you, Josiah," replied the 
 doctor cordially, " and I for one am greatly beholden 
 to you for naming this matter. It would not do for 
 the doorstep of the Pilgrim s home to be forgotten, 
 would it, Mr. Leonard ? " 
 
 " It seems to me rather a fond and foolish thing, 
 Doctor LeBaron, to reverence stones and steps, and 
 such matters. The Pilgrims, as they called themselves, 
 were of those who know that here is no abiding place ; 
 they sought a city that hath foundations." 
 
 " And still you fancy that Norton timber covers your 
 head more pleasantly than such as is grown in Plymouth, 
 Dominie," replied the doctor, pulling out his snuffbox, 
 and offering the parson a pinch with a dry smile. 
 
 " But then of course it s not to be expected that 
 them whose fathers did n t come in the Mayflower can 
 feel just like them as did," remarked Josiah Cook, his 
 eyes twisted up and his head on one side, as he squinted 
 across the harbor at some moving object upon the beach. 
 " Guess Finney s folks have gone a-plumming," added 
 he abstractedly, as he walked away, leaving the two 
 outsiders to look at each other and laugh. 
 
 " T is true enough, Dominie," remarked LeBaron, 
 
MOTHER CREWE S CURSE. 69 
 
 u Our gran thers were not of the Pilgrim stock, and yet 
 we may be passably good townsmen. I am riding to 
 Eel River presently, and will call and have a talk with 
 the Elder, of this and other matters." 
 
 " And I ride to Manomet Ponds to speak with Ellis 
 and the rest of his society ; they fain would set up to 
 be called the Second Church of Plymouth," said the par 
 son. "If it please you, I will travel so far as Elder 
 Faunce s house with you, and get his opinion upon their 
 business." 
 
 From this morning chat between the doctor and the 
 minister grew two importanj events, both affecting our 
 story. 
 
 The first was, that, some three weeks later, Ansel 
 Ring and Molly Peach were quietly married by Squire 
 Lothrop in the office adjoining his house, in the presence 
 of two or three of the townsmen, who, coming in to sign 
 a deed, were detained by the judge as witnesses. 
 
 Although not strictly in the line of his duty, Lothrop, 
 having pronounced these candidates man and wife, pro 
 ceeded to deliver a short homily to them, and, touching 
 distinctly upon their irregular course of wooing, charged 
 them gravely to take heed lest a bad beginning should 
 bring about a worse ending. 
 
 Not a little disturbed by this rebuke and by the cold 
 ness of the witnesses, the new-made couple somewhat 
 precipitately left the office, omitting to close the door ; so 
 that those within, as well as several passers-by and a 
 little knot of loungers at Consider Rowland s door, were 
 all aware of a tall, emaciated figure suddenly rising 
 from the lower step of the house-door and confronting 
 Ansel and Molly, who at sight of that haggard face and 
 streaming gray hair started back aghast. 
 
TO DR. LE BARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Mother Crewe ! " gasped Molly, her face blanching 
 piteously. 
 
 " Yes, Bathsheba Crewe s mother ! " shrieked the old 
 woman. " Bathsheba, that you murdered, you two yes, 
 murdered the only child I had, and she lying in her 
 grave and you dancing on it ; but not for long, mark 
 you, not for long, if a widow s curse can hender " 
 
 " Oh, don t curse us, don t curse us ! " screamed 
 Molly, falling on her knees and covering her face with 
 her hands. But mother Crewe s face showed no sign of 
 relenting as she gazed upon that trembling figure, 
 decked out with its poor attempt at bridal finery ; in 
 deed, an added scorn and detestation seemed to gather 
 upon her brow, and, bending over the girl, her arms 
 stiffly extended upward, she deliberately cursed her in 
 all the detail of anathema to be gathered from the black 
 and bitter pages of wizard lore : sleeping, waking, in her 
 home and among her neighbors, in her body and in her 
 soul, in her life and in her death, and in a dishonored 
 grave. " And may your husband fail in all he under 
 takes and die of a broken heart, and may all your 
 sons be cripples, arid all your girls lightlied and de 
 serted as mine has been, and no one to pity or to help, 
 and " 
 
 But here Judge Lothrop, who, with the rest, had lis 
 tened until now, stepped down from his office door, 
 and, laying a hand upon the old woman s shoulder, 
 sternly bade her be silent, adding to Ansel Ring, who 
 stood dazed and stupefied, " And you, man, rouse your 
 self, and take your wife hence as quickly as may be. 
 When all is done, mother Crewe has a fair excuse for 
 what she says." 
 
 The words and the voice of authority seemed to 
 
MOTHER CREWE S CURSE. 71 
 
 break the uncanny spell, lying not only upon Ansel Ring, 
 but upon all the spectators, and a tumult of voices, of 
 counsels, of reproof, at once arose, in the midst of which 
 mother Crewe, turning sharply into an alley leading up 
 between Judge Lothrop s and Francis LeBaron s gar 
 dens to the Burying Hill, disappeared, and was not pur 
 sued. 
 
 A few minutes later the new-made husband and wife 
 took their way to their bridal home as joyously and 
 bravely as our first parents departed from Paradise. 
 
 The bystanders looked after them dubiously, and 
 Josiah Cook voiced the feeling of most of his hearers 
 when he said, " I would n t stand in that young feller s 
 shoes for all the gold of Creshus, would you, now, Mas 
 ter Rowland ? " 
 
 Rowland gravely shook his head. " I know one thing : 
 no daughter of mine shall marry one of Ansel Ring s 
 sons, and no son of mine shall wive one of his daughters 
 if I can help it." 
 
 " Well put in, neighbor," retorted the voice of Laz 
 arus LeBaron, who had silently joined the group. " Our 
 sons choose their own wives without our help, for the 
 most part." 
 
 The other memorable event resulting from the con 
 versation between Parson Leonard and Doctor LeBaron 
 was, that, on a fine sunshiny morning, some three days 
 after this untoward wedding, an open wagon was 
 driven slowly and carefully into town from the direc 
 tion of Eel River. In the centre of it was placed an 
 armchair, and upon this was seated an old, old man, 
 whose ninety-five years had bowed the once stalwart 
 figure, seamed the face with a thousand wrinkles, 
 bleached the hair to the whiteness of raw silk, and 
 
?2 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Stolen the strength of a voice once powerful in its 
 Maker s praise ; but they had not been able to quench 
 the memory, or dull the affections, or break the spirit 
 of that brave soul ; for this was Elder Faunce, the last 
 man left alive who had talked with the Pilgrims face to 
 face, had heard their wondrous story from their own lips, 
 and had followed one after another to their honored 
 though nameless graves. And now to-day, hearing that 
 the Forefather s Rock was in danger of itself going down 
 to a forgotten grave, he had risen from his bed, and, 
 tenderly protected and led by the children and grand 
 children who cared for his old age, he had come to say 
 good-by to the Rock, and to identify it with certainty 
 for generations yet unborn. 
 
 As the wagon, with its escort of old and middle-aged 
 and young descendants of the patriarch, passed slowly 
 into town, it paused once that the Elder might drink 
 from the Pilgrim Spring of " sweet and delicate water ;" 
 and as a grandson brought him the clam-shell filled to 
 overflowing, the old man tasted thrice, then poured the 
 rest upon the ground, saying : 
 
 " It is as the water from the well of Bethlehem." 
 
 And so the wagon rolled on up the hill to the centre 
 of the town; for by this way would the patriarch be 
 brought, that he might look once more at the old church, 
 just about to be replaced by a new one, and the Bury 
 ing Hill, and the ancient houses which as a boy he had 
 seen erected. 
 
 And here the people gathered indeed around this 
 messenger from the days gone by : the old men, who 
 might have been his sons ; the younger ones, who remem 
 bered in their childhood gazing upon his white hair and 
 bowed form as the type of old age ; the children, who 
 
MOTHER CREWELS CURSE. 73 
 
 had heard their parents talk of him, and now stood 
 wondering, their own life as yet too scant to appreciate 
 the fullness of his. 
 
 Young men and maidens, old men and children, they 
 gathered in a sort of hushed excitement, waiting when 
 he waited, and following when he moved ; for word had 
 gone forth in some mysterious way that Elder Faunce 
 had come among them for the last time, and that he 
 had somewhat to declare. 
 
 Through the town, down Ley den Street, past the 
 doctor s house and past the minister s, that strange cor- 
 tge moved slowly on, until, passing under the brow 
 of Cole s Hill to the Rock, it halted, and two stal 
 wart grandsons, stepping into the wagon, raised the old 
 man tenderly, and stayed him while others upon the 
 ground helped him to dismount. Then a score of old 
 friends pressed forward, and would have grasped his 
 hands and welcomed him ; but he, with solemn majesty, 
 moved on unheeding, until, standing close beside the 
 Rock, he took off his hat, and simply said : 
 
 " Thank God ! " 
 
 No prayer could have been so eloquent, no words so 
 full of meaning, and first one, then another, and finally 
 all who stood near, bared their heads, and muttered 
 "Amen." 
 
 Covering his white locks, and leaning upon his staff, 
 the Elder spoke, and told the people how he had talked 
 man to man with the last of the Pilgrims, with John 
 Rowland and his wife, with John Alden, and Giles Hop 
 kins, and George Soule, and Francis Cook and his son 
 John, and Mistress Cushman, born Mary Allerton, who 
 died but yesterday, in 1699. 
 
 " And these men and these women all told the same 
 
74 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 story, children," said the old man, looking round upon 
 the people, while such stillness reigned that the surf 
 breaking upon the outer beach became distinctly audible, 
 its grand diapason bearing up the quavering and slender 
 voice. " They all said that upon this Rock they stepped 
 ashore, from the first man to the last ; ay, and the 
 women too, for John Winslow s wife, who was Mary 
 Chilton, came here before she died, even as I have come 
 to-day, and I stood by while she set her foot upon it, and 
 laughed, and said she was the first woman of the May 
 flower to step upon that rock, and now she stepped on 
 it for the last time, for this was her seventy-fifth birth 
 day. And ye, children of my own blood, I charge you 
 to remember how, year by year, while God lent me 
 strength, I brought you here, on Forefather s Day, and 
 set your feet upon this Rock, and told you what mighty 
 things the Fathers had done for you, and laid upon you 
 to do them honor, and to serve God even as they served 
 Him, with all your heart, and all your soul, and all your 
 strength, and all your mind, yes, and with your life, 
 whensoever He calls for it. 
 
 " Do I say what is true, my children ? " 
 
 " It is true, grandsir," spoke out the nearest man ; and 
 a score of voices echoed, " It is true." 
 
 " Then come ye forward, sons and grandsons, and put 
 your feet upon the Rock once more in my sight, and 
 never forget this day, you nor your children s children, 
 to the last generation." 
 
 So man by man, down to the boy of ten, the Faunces 
 came and stood bareheaded on the Rock, and passed on, 
 until the tale was told ; and finally the Elder himself knelt 
 down, and kissed that precious relic, and prayed that it 
 never should be forgotten, or the sons of Pilgrim sires fall 
 short of the bright example of their fathers. 
 
MOTHER CREWE S CURSE. 75 
 
 Then, exhausted and silent, he suffered his children to 
 raise him and place him again in what had become, in 
 some sort, a triumphal chariot, and so take him home 
 by way of the water-side, followed by a vast concourse 
 of people. 
 
 Nor is this story a fiction of the novelist, but true, 
 word for word, as any may read it in the annals of the 
 Old Colony. 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 A LIFE FOB A LEMON. 
 
 PLYMOUTH BEACH was not always the barren sand- 
 spit it now is. The Pilgrims found it well covered 
 with timber and fruit trees, of which one hundred and 
 twenty-five years later a fair grove still lingered. This 
 was some six hundred yards in length, extending from 
 side to side of the beach, and inclosing in its heart a 
 lawn of thick turf, with a spring of delicious water at 
 one side. 
 
 Four great beech trees stood like sentinels at the 
 corners of this fair oasis, and, pendent from their 
 branches, thick vines, laden with grapes of three colors, 
 wove a wall of living tapestry more excellent than even 
 that of Bayeux. 
 
 Near the water, upon the inner curve of the beach, 
 clustered wild plum and cherry trees, covered in their 
 season with fruit, while sweet fern, wild roses, and 
 bayberry bushes perfumed the salt breath of the sea. 
 
 An idyllic spot, and a favorite one with the summer 
 merry-makers of old Plymouth until, in the time of the 
 French Revolution, a great storm, followed by a mighty 
 tide, swept across the beach, drowning the shrubs, bury 
 ing the sward in sand, and so poisoning the roots of the 
 great trees that they soon died. 
 
 Perhaps it was the back-water of that wave of 
 Fraternity and Equality which brought all men to a 
 
A LIFE FOR A LEMON. 11 
 
 level by destroying the pleasant things wherewith those 
 of cultivated tastes had embellished the world. 
 
 Forty years, however, still remained before that evil 
 day, and little was it foreseen by the gay company 
 gathered in the intervale upon a summer day, a century 
 and a half ago, enjoying one of the picnics for which 
 Plymouth was famous in the old time when everybody 
 was everybody s cousin, or at least kith, if not quite 
 kin, and the town was one great family. 
 
 The especial occasion of this picnic was to afford 
 Colonel John Winslow, just home from the West Indies, 
 and about to sail for Nova Scotia, an opportunity to 
 meet his friends, and say a cheerful good-by. And 
 surely the friends were here : Edward Winslow and the 
 Warrens, of course, since the colonel was visiting his sis 
 ter Penelope, and the Whites and the Howlands, his 
 near kin, and the Watsons and the LeBarons and the 
 Lothrops and the Cottons, the Cushmans and the 
 Thomases and the Bartletts, and Parson Leonard with 
 his family, and many another for whom we have no 
 room in this story, although the annals of Plymouth 
 honor their deeds and names. 
 
 Mrs. Lydia Bradford Cushman s year of widowhood 
 was over, and although she still wore mourning, it was 
 of that gentle and mitigated style which proved vastly 
 becoming to her blond beauty. She was escorted by 
 her cousin, William Bradford, a gay young medical 
 student, afterward of Bristol, R. I., and he had brought 
 his friend, Nathaniel Goodwin. These two, with 
 Abraham Hammatt, Joseph LeBaron, George Watson, 
 Theophilus Cotton, and some other lively bachelors, 
 having got themselves afloat very early to catch the cod 
 for the chowder, besides helping Sam Burgess, of 
 
78 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Saquish, to dig clams for the " bake," now rewarded 
 themselves for their industry by lounging under the 
 trees with the girls, whom they helped or hindered in 
 laying the cloth and spreading the feast, conversing the 
 while in the wise and thoughtful manner characteristic 
 of their time of life both in that day and in this. 
 
 It was not long before this merry crowd perceived 
 that Nat Goodwin, the handsome young stranger, had 
 eyes and ears only for Lydia LeBaron, and that she 
 was disposed to unbend in his favor from the rather 
 scornful indifference it had been her wont to display 
 toward the boys who had grown up with her, accept 
 ing his somewhat masterful suggestions with a touch of 
 that docility hitherto reserved for her father. 
 
 Colonel Winslow, meantime, had linked his arm in 
 that of Lydia s father, and, leading him down the beach, 
 said, " Come, Doctor, you and I will have a stroll, and 
 may be taste a glass of bitters at the Sailor s Joy out 
 here." 
 
 For in those days a small public house standing in 
 what is now blue water, between the Beacon and the 
 Square Pier, was supported by mariners who thronged 
 the bay and carried on the now dead-and-buried com 
 merce of Plymouth. 
 
 " With pleasure, Colonel," replied the doctor cordially. 
 "This air is a tonic beyond the reach of Jesuits bark, 
 and even without the bitters will give us appetite for 
 the dainty vivers these dear creatures have provided. 
 High tide, is it not? Not even a ripple on Brown s 
 Island." 
 
 " Yes, as calm as a millpond, as calm as it was 
 on the day I rode across. You ve heard of that folly, 
 have n t you ? " 
 
A LIFE FOR A LEMON. 79 
 
 " My brother Jim told me something about it, but I 
 was in France at the time." 
 
 " Yes, I remember ; but Jim was here, very much 
 here, poor old chap ! " 
 
 " It was for a wager you did it, I believe ? " suggested 
 the doctor rather sharply, for James LeBaron was 
 recently dead. 
 
 " No, not exactly," replied the colonel, blandly uncon 
 scious of everybody s interests but his own. " I prefer to 
 call it a strategic movement, and so brilliant a one that 
 it shows I was born for a soldier. It was this way : A 
 lot of us fellows, not one over three and twenty, and all 
 full of the Old Harry, agreed to ride down Duxbury 
 Beach to the Gurnet, and have a chowder at Burgess s, 
 this man s father, you know ; then we were to ride back 
 and wind up with a supper at the Bunch of Grapes, 
 and the last man in was to pay for the punch. Oh, 
 Lord, what a set of dare-devils we were in those days, 
 though we re sober enough now ! Lothrop as grave as 
 a judge, and Warren, and White, and Watson, and 
 Sider Rowland : they re all over here to-day, I vow, 
 and many a stone heavier and many a wrinkle older, 
 well, well, well. But about the ride. I was mounted 
 on King, that black stallion I had out from England, 
 and the rest rode horses nearly as good, so we got over 
 the ground, I assure you ; and what with the fatigue and 
 the heat, and perhaps a drop of aqua vitae to keep the 
 chowder from hurting us, we all felt a little lazy after 
 dinner, and threw ourselves on the ground under 
 Saquish Tree to smoke and chat awhile before we went 
 home. 
 
 " The next thing I knew for certain was the sun set- 
 ting over Kingston, and blazing full in my eyes. 
 
80 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 11 1 sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked about me. I 
 was all alone, and the leaves of the old linden were the 
 only tongues that replied to my Hullo ! 
 
 " I sprang to my feet, stamped a bit, said a strong 
 word or two, and looked harder. No use ! I was as 
 much alone as Adam before Eve s arrival. Making my 
 way back to Burgess s, I met the old fellow chuckling 
 so he scarce could stand, which gave me the chance to 
 relieve my mind by another word of a sort, and presently 
 he sobered down enough to tell me that ray friends were 
 all gone, but had left their love for me, and they would 
 order the punch to save me the trouble when I came. 
 
 "Well, sir, I stood a minute and thought over the 
 position. Those fellows had an hour s start, and they 
 were certain not to linger by the way, for they knew 
 King and they knew me ; but an hour is an hour, and 
 if I burst my horse I could not overtake them. As I 
 came to this conclusion, old Eb, who had been watching 
 my face, drawled out : 
 
 " Don t see how you 11 do it, young man, thout you 
 ride acrost the harbor. 
 
 " I turned and looked at the water. It was dead low 
 water, just the slack before the turn, and the channel at 
 that point is not over half a mile wide from Saquish to 
 the point of the beach, just about where we stand now ; 
 then down the beach is three miles, and to the Bunch of 
 Grapes say two to three more, about six mile in all, 
 while those fellows had fifteen to do. 
 
 " You re right, Burgess, said I, that s my best 
 course. And throwing my leg over King I headed 
 him for the point. Lord! you ought to have heard 
 that old man swear ! He was a little scared and a lit 
 tle puzzled, and that s the form his feelings took. Any- 
 
A LIFE FOR A LEMON. 81 
 
 way, he swore me into a good humor, so that I rode off 
 laughing, and presently reached the edge of the water. 
 King did n t fancy my idea any more than Burgess did, 
 but I soon persuaded him that I knew best, and once 
 he was off his feet he swam gallantly and strongly. 
 
 " The tide turned while we were seaborne, and swept 
 us down a little ; but we weathered it, and struck the 
 beach just about this point, a little south of the Sailor s 
 Joy, not then built, by the way. 
 
 " Once safe on terra firma, I loosened King s girths, 
 moistened my handkerchief with aqua vitaB from my 
 pocket flask and wiped out his mouth, poured the few 
 last drops into my own mouth, and as soon as my horse 
 was breathed, but before he was chilled, I mounted and 
 rode merrily on to town. Half an hour later my party 
 arrived, hot, dusty, and blown, to find me, cool and 
 freshly dressed, compounding a mighty bowl of punch, 
 for which Watson, lagging a little behind the rest, had 
 to pay. Well, well, they were grand times, those ! " 
 
 " For Homeric fellows like you," replied the doctor, 
 laughing rather cynically. "And were you the man 
 who rode to Boston and back in one night for a 
 lemon?" 
 
 " No, that was White, Cornelius White, of Marshfield ; 
 brother of Gideon, who married Consider Rowland s 
 sister Joanna, the other day." 
 
 " Yes, I danced at the wedding." 
 
 " I 11 be bound you did, Doctor. Well, one night 
 some time after my adventure, a lot of us met to make 
 a night of it at the Bunch of Grapes, and by some mis 
 chance the lemons gave out just as we began to get into 
 the thick of the fight. 
 
 " If you fellows will swear to sit here till I come 
 
82 DR. LE BARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 back, I 11 fetch some lemons, if I go to Somewhere for 
 them, says Corny White ; and Bartlett, the landlord, 
 made reply, Guess you 11 find em a little this side, 
 say as nigh as Boston, but not nearer. 
 
 " Well, I 11 try Boston first, anyhow, says Corny, 
 and in five minutes he was on the road. It was the 
 month of October, and the roads were in first-rate con 
 dition, and Corny had a good horse and knew how to 
 ride him ; but it was a mighty rash undertaking, a reck 
 less kind of thing, risking his own life and his beast s 
 for nothing better than a lemon ! " 
 
 " It was an attempt to rival your own exploit, Colo 
 nel. Well ! " 
 
 " Well, he did it, arriving in Boston about two o clock 
 in the morning; and naturally finding the people abed 
 and the shops closed, he rode down to the tavern in 
 Elm Street, and hammered away with his whip-handle 
 on the door until they got up and served him. Then 
 he made them give his horse a mouthful of gruel and 
 himself a toss of brandy, and was off again, with the 
 net of lemons tied to his saddle. It s a matter of forty 
 mile each way, you know, and he did the whole business 
 in ten hours. 
 
 " We all sat round the table, as we had promised, and 
 a very long night it was ; but about seven o clock we 
 heard a horse come stumbling and faltering down the 
 street, and we looked into each other s haggard faces, a 
 little ashamed of ourselves in the morning light. 
 
 " The poor beast fell flat the moment the rein was 
 slacked, and never got up again, and the man had to be 
 carried into the house, but we had the lemons, and 
 made the punch ! " 
 
 " Hm ! Have a pinch of snuff, Colonel." 
 
A LIFE FOR A LEMON. 83 
 
 " I m obliged to you, Doctor. But all this idle talk 
 is aside from the true business I had to speak of, and 
 as we turn back I must lose no time in opening it. 
 
 " I dare say you have already heard that I am on the 
 road to Nova Scotia, there to be under the orders of 
 Governor Lawrence for a time, during the settlement of 
 the boundaries between the French and English prov 
 inces, and I know not what exactly ; but I want to get 
 you appointed surgeon of the troops, as your father 
 was before you, only on the other side. Not only 
 have I the profoundest appreciation of your skill and 
 resource, but it will be a pleasure for me to have your 
 companionship, while your knowledge of the French 
 tongue will be of vast benefit to us all. Say you will 
 come, my dear fellow, and your commission is but a 
 matter of days." 
 
 The doctor walked thoughtfully on for a short dis 
 tance, his hands clasped behind him, his head dropped 
 upon his breast ; not doubting his decision, but hesitating 
 a little how to frame it. At last he said : 
 
 " When France ceded Acadia, which you call Nova 
 Scotia, to England, the habitans were allowed to take 
 the oath of allegiance to Great Britain with the proviso 
 that they were, under no circumstances, to be called 
 upon to bear arms against France ; is it not so ? " 
 
 "Certainly. They are called the French Neutrals 
 to-day." 
 
 " Well, Colonel Winslow, I also am a French Neutral." 
 
 And the doctor faced his companion with a proud 
 smile upon his lips, while a certain indefinable air of 
 anoienne noblesse crept, quite unconsciously to himself, 
 over and through the entire man. 
 
 Winslow, descendant of the haughtiest of the Pil 
 grims, recognized the change, and appreciated it. 
 
84 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Your father s blood is warm in your veins," said he 
 quietly. 
 
 " Yes, and it will not fight against his native land. 
 We do not say these things aloud, Winslow, but I am 
 a man without a home. When I was in France, the 
 voices of the children prattling their native tongue 
 thrilled me with delight, for so my father used to speak 
 to me, an infant on his knee. And yet, I could not stay 
 in France ; the air, so laden with the decay of a corrupt 
 monarchy, was like that of a sick-room where they 
 burn pastilles to cover loathsome odors. I longed for 
 the untainted breath of Plymouth woods and shore ; 
 yesterday again, when yonder Bordeaux trader came in, 
 I went down on the wharf and spent an hour in listening 
 to her sailors swearing in French. Take a pinch of 
 snuff, Colonel." 
 
 " I see, I see," said Winslow gently, but not joining 
 in the other s bitter laugh. 
 
 " In three generations, however," pursued LeBaron, 
 as the two men once more approached the merry camp 
 ing-ground, " one may expect a real transformation of 
 most race-marks. My children are, or should be, Eng 
 lish colonists, if that is our nationality " 
 
 "Nay, we are Englishmen," interposed Winslow 
 proudly. 
 
 " Who never breathed English air," was the quiet re 
 ply. " Oh well, oh well, Winslow, for all our pride of 
 free-will we neither make nor mar the world s destiny. 
 A hundred years from to-day our great grandchildren 
 will laugh at our blind ignorance, and God only knows 
 of what nationality they will call themselves. Mean 
 time " and with a gesture of his handsome hand the 
 doctor seemed to sweep the late conversation airily be- 
 
A LIFE FOR A LEMON. 85 
 
 hind him, " meantime, you ask me to go with you to 
 Canada, and I reply with the man in Holy Writ, I 
 marry a wife, and therefore I cannot come. " 
 
 You ! " 
 
 " I." 
 
 " And the lady, may I ask ? " 
 
 For reply, the doctor, stepping within the embowered 
 lawn on whose limit they had paused, took a charming 
 seek-no-further apple from a basket standing near, and, 
 doffing his hat, offered it to the widow Cushman, say 
 ing softly, 
 
 " For the fairest ! " 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 QUASHO S CALABASH. 
 
 IT was a golden September day, and some of the 
 happiest inhabitants of Plymouth lay or crouched in 
 the morning sunshine upon the gallery, or as they 
 called it, the stoop, which ran across the back of Doctor 
 LeBaron s house, connecting two little additions recently 
 made to the main body. One of these additions, known 
 as Prince s kitchen, was, with the bedrooms over it, the 
 abiding place of the negro servants when not on duty, 
 and the other was a scullery and wash-house ; the wide 
 gallery connecting these, and also giving access to the 
 main kitchen, was protected from the north, and, lying 
 exposed to the east with a trend toward the south, was 
 a deliciously warm and sunny spot. 
 
 One of the principal duties of the mistress of the 
 house had always been to guard this stoop from the 
 poultry and the negroes, who both made constant if fur 
 tive efforts to roost there ; but now, alas, the house had 
 no mistress, for David Bradford s daughter, pretty, fair- 
 haired widow Cushman, had gone to join that other 
 " Lydia, wife of Doctor Lazarus LeBaron," upon Bury 
 ing Hill, and lay close by her side, in mute submission 
 to the law that death makes all men comrades, be their 
 lives never so opposed. 
 
 And yet, fancy at the midnight hour those two Lydias 
 standing, each a misty slender figure, at her own head- 
 
QUASHO S CALABASH. 87 
 
 stone, and gazing each upon the other through the fog- 
 laden moonlight ! Would Lydia Bartlett carry Lydia 
 Bradford to creep with her into the doctor s study, that 
 room denied to both in life, and would she lay a ghostly 
 finger upon the square of crimson harrateen and tell its 
 story with a flickering smile ? 
 
 At least we are sure that this first Lydia needed not 
 to reproach the second with a stepmother s harshness to 
 her children, for she had been gentleness and self-denial 
 personified, and the victim rather than the oppressor 
 of Lydia LeBaron, until the latter married Nathaniel 
 Goodwin and left her father s house. Then roguish 
 Mary married William Bradford, and Hannah was but 
 now the bride of Benjamin Goodwin, brother to Lydia s 
 husband ; and Doctor LeBaron had, as trustee of his 
 stepson Elkanah Cushman, sold the house on the corner 
 of the Great Gutter to Ben and Hannah, giving as his 
 whimsical reason that Pegasus had acquired such a 
 habit of stopping there that it was best to have one of 
 the family settled in the house. 
 
 So Teresa remained alone of her mother s daughters, 
 and played with somewhat ludicrous effect the part of 
 matron to her half-sister Elizabeth, commonly called 
 Bess, a gentle maid of sixteen, and to little Priscilla 
 and Margaret. 
 
 To these four girls, must be added four boys, Isaac, 
 Lemuel, Francis, and William, ranging in age from nine 
 to eighteen, the torment and the delight, the terror and 
 the boast, of old Pompey and Phyllis, who had become 
 virtually the heads of the house, although a lady, called 
 Aunt Nancy by everybody in town, had been a member 
 of the family ever since the late Mistress LeBaron s 
 death, and was nominally housekeeper and duenna. 
 
88 DR. LEBAEON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 After this long preamble we will return to the gallery, 
 whose happy occupants were none other than the negroes, 
 who, knowing that even Aunt Nancy was out, and the 
 doctor on his rounds, sprawled in the sunshine, happily 
 oblivious of any other need or duties. Pompey, gray- 
 haired and imperious, sat upon the top step, a corn-cob 
 pipe in his mouth, a mug of cider at his right hand ; his 
 son Pompey, a fellow of fifteen or so, lay flat upon his 
 stomach in the scorching sun, and as the marrow fried 
 in his bones drummed his toes upon the hot boards in 
 delicious content. Phyllis, his mother, disposed her 
 amplitude in a splint-bottomed low rocking-chair, and 
 also smoked. Prince and Quasho, fine hearty fellows 
 in the prime of life, lounged upon the steps at Pompey s 
 feet, Prince smoking, and Quasho eating apples as usual, 
 and throwing the cores to the ducks and hens who 
 waddled, quacked, and cackled around his feet. 
 
 " Mis able kind o work, dis heavin up yer anchor an 
 gittin under way ebery odder minute," remarked Prince, 
 who had been to the Banks on his master s account in 
 the last season. 
 
 " Don know bout ebery odder minute," objected 
 Quasho. " I ain t nebber moved but once in my life, 
 an dat was from Afriky here." 
 
 " Doos you remember w en you come, unc Quash ? " 
 asked young Pompey, raising his head like a turtle. 
 
 " W y, ain t you nebber heerd o dat ? " exclaimed 
 Phyllis, looking fondly upon her offspring. " Law-d bless 
 de chile, Quash, tell him all bout it." 
 
 " Spec s he s heerd it heap o times a ready," replied 
 Quasho, rolling his eyes lazily toward the boy. " But 
 dere s plenty o folks jis like dem yer ducks : yer kin jis 
 heave water ober em all day, and nebber wet dey skin." 
 
QUASHO^ S CALABASH. 89 
 
 " Go long, Quash ! Tell de chile all bout it fore 
 Miss Nancy gets home." 
 
 " Dunno w at Miss Nancy s got ter say bout it," 
 replied Quasho superbly. " She was a heap too old to 
 know nuffin w en I come here. Well, boy, it wuz jus 
 dis way : it was froo stoppin to play w en I was sent on 
 an ar nt dat I came in de mis able fix w at you sees me 
 in now." 
 
 " Dunno as you s so awful mis able, unc Quash," re 
 marked Pomp with a grin, but Quash gravely shook his 
 head. 
 
 " Dere s lots o mis ry chil en don know nuffin bout ; 
 dey s like young b ars wid all dere troubles ahead of 
 em." 
 
 " Dat s so, nigger ! " sighed Prince, who was consumed 
 with an unrequited passion for Nanny, Lawyer Hovey f 
 servant. 
 
 "Yes, Pomp, ef I d a minded my mammy, an 1 
 fetched that ar cal bash o water spry, you would n neb* 
 ber ben quainted wid me," resumed Quasho dolefully. 
 " Mos likely I d a ben eat up fore now, fer dat s de 
 way mas Doctor sez our folks gits der libbin ter home, 
 an dat s w y we d ought ter be so t ankful to be fetched 
 here, an wuk for our vittles. Min you be t ankful all 
 yer life long, Pomp." 
 
 " But, unc Quash, I wa n t born in dat yer place w ere 
 dey eats folks," retorted Pomp, who knew how to read, 
 and cipher almost as well as his young masters. 
 
 " Hm well, / was, boy," replied Quash, a little dis 
 concerted, " I was ; an I member s though it was 
 yes day how my mammy gib me big cal bash one day, 
 an tole me run lickety split down to de spring an fill 
 it, cause she in awful hurry." 
 
90 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Tell how she talk nigger talk, Quash," suggested 
 Phyllis, with a jovial chuckle. 
 
 " Mos forgotten how dat goes, but somefin like dis 
 yer," and Quasho gave utterance to a series of uncouth 
 sounds, prominent among which was his own name. 
 
 " I heern yer say Quasho ! " exclaimed Pomp, sitting 
 upright in his excitement. 
 
 " Yes, boy, dat was my name, an I kep it ; wait till I 
 tell yer how. Wen I got down to de spring, fus t ing 
 I do was ter take a drink o water, an de nex t ing was 
 ter lay flat on my back an stick my toes in der water, 
 an paddle em up an down same as any odder pickaninny 
 d do ; fer I was a leetly bit ob a chile, leetler dan 
 Miss Marg et, heap leetler. Lord, niggers, seems dough 
 I see dat spring dis minute, wid de cocoapalms a-stan in 
 up so still an gran , an de sky so blue an full o 
 sunshine, an de hot air jis flickerin up an down ober 
 de sand outside de grove, an de pooty pooty lil brook 
 a-runnin Vay from de spring an gittin los outside. 
 Seems as dough I see it now Lordy ! " 
 
 " Pore ole mammy ! " said Phyllis, wiping away a 
 ready tear with one end of her turban bow. 
 
 " Yes, I s pose she felt bad jes lil while ; but pore 
 folks don keer long," and Quasho shook his head, with 
 the gloomy cynicism of an habitually merry fellow. 
 
 " W y, wot happened nex ? " demanded Pomp, who 
 knew well enough, but liked to hear the story. 
 
 " W y, boy, de nex t ing, w ile I lay dere a-paddlin 
 my feet an starin up at dem cocoanuts agin de blue 
 sky, I heern a leetly rustle in de bushes ahint me, an 
 somefin a man s hat, I reckon was flopped inter my 
 face, an fore I d got bref enough back to holler, a 
 great big han stopped up my mouf an nose, an some- 
 
QUASHO S CALABASH. 91 
 
 buddy nother was totin me off from de bushes fas as 
 a hoss kin trot. T was one o dem slave-dealers, yer 
 see, an I nebber knew noffin more till I was board ship 
 boun fer Merikey. 
 
 " Pore ole mammy ! I alluz keep a-cunjurin up how 
 she looked w en she foun dat cal bash on de groun an 
 de marks o white man s shoes in de san . Well, boy, I 
 don rightly know how I came down yere, but de fust I 
 member bout Plymouf is a-settin on a leetly creepy- 
 stool in de chimbly corner inside yere, an maum Phyl 
 lis a-rubbin my han s, rubbin em good " 
 
 " Lors, yis, honey, an so I did," cried Phyllis, laugh 
 ing until her fat sides shook, and rocking herself back 
 ward and forward in the old splint chair, which creaked 
 and groaned as if it were laughing too. 
 
 " De frozenes lilly nigger eber I see, jis done come 
 offen de schooner from Bos n, an mos bout dead wid 
 cole, an scare, an mammy-sickness ! " 
 
 " Lawd, yes ! " ejaculated old Pompey solemnly. 
 " Don pear s dough t was de same nigger nohow." 
 
 " Den maum Phyllis git me good bowl o hasty pud n 
 an milk, an* a piece o ginger cake, an a doughnut, an 
 I donno as I s ben hungry, not reel downright hungry, 
 sence, dey was so fill n. Nex ting was, mas r Doctor 
 a-tryin an a-contrivin to git holt o my name, an w en 
 I see wot he wanted I tole him Quasho Quando, for dat 
 waz wat mammy sez w en she gib me dat cal bash to go 
 an fetch some water, an I s pose it wuz my name ; so 
 I sez Quasho Quando ebery time mas r Doctor spoke ; 
 but ebery time he d shake his head kind o solemn an* 
 say, * No, boy, you name is Jul us Caesar. Now wot 
 you name ? An I d say Quasho Quando. Den he 
 gib me lilly tap side de head, an say berry solemn an* 
 
92 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 stric , Say Jul us Caesar, boy ! an I d say Quasho 
 Quando, mas r/ cause Phyllis had teached me say Mas r 
 an Mist ss. Well, pore ole mas r he contrive an he 
 conjur ebery sort ob a way fer to make me outen 
 Quashy an inter Jul us, but t wa n t a mite o use. He 
 sen me ter bed widouten supper, an he lick me some, 
 drefful kin o sof ly, dough, an he show me an ole sojer 
 hat wid feath s into it dat he d gib me, an Lord sake 
 I couldn begin fer to tell all de ways he wucked an 
 wucked, an one way wa n t no better dan t oder, an at 
 las he gib in, an Quasho Quando " 
 
 " That s it, Quash, that s the way you always tell it," 
 broke in a merry voice, as two little girls appeared at 
 the door, followed by a tall slender maiden, whose dark 
 eyes and hair, and complexion rich and colorless as a 
 magnolia blossom, were the reproduction of some for 
 gotten strain in the LeBaron blood. 
 
 " Golly, missy, should n scare a pore nig dat way ! " 
 exclaimed Quash, lumbering to his feet, as did all the 
 rest, although Teresa had not opened her lips, and the 
 interruption had come from merry little Margaret, who 
 with Priscilla, her grave and silent sister, leaned forward 
 out of the black background of the kitchen like a couple 
 of rosebuds grouped with a stately lily. 
 
 " It is after eleven, Phyllis," said Teresa, in a voice 
 harmonizing with her complexion ; but at that moment 
 the sound of clattering hoofs and whirling wheels, min 
 gled with shrieks, exclamations, and shouts, arose upon 
 the sultry summer air in strange discordance with the 
 hour and scene. 
 
 The negroes dashed around the corner of the house 
 and out into the street, while Teresa and her little sis 
 ters ran hastily to the front to look through the great 
 bow-window filling one end of the keeping-room. 
 
CHAPTER X. 
 
 MOTHER CREWE AT WORK ; AND HOW TO MAKE CHEESE* 
 CAKES. 
 
 PROBABLY the LeBaron boys were no worse than 
 other boys, but they managed to be more conspicuous 
 in their naughtiness than their neighbors ; so that when 
 any notorious piece of mischief, such as cutting the rope 
 of the church bell, putting pins in the schoolmaster s 
 chair, or laying trains of gunpowder to explode under 
 the feet of the tithingman as he pursued Sunday loi 
 terers down some alley, or round some corner, came to 
 the public notice, everybody asked : 
 
 " Was it Frank, or Lem, or Bill ? " 
 
 A few years earlier, they had said, " Bart or Isaac, 
 which was it ? " But now, Bartlett was distinguish 
 ing himself at Harvard, where some stories, too amusing 
 to print, still linger around his memory; and Isaac, 
 having donned the toga virilis, and begun to study with 
 his father, as had his two step-brothers, Lazarus and 
 Joseph, felt in a manner compelled to lay aside childish 
 things, and devote his sparkling sense of fun to the 
 amusement of the young ladies, especially Martha How- 
 land, whose society he much frequented. But Francis s 
 Lemuel, and William, aged respectively thirteen, eleven, 
 and nine, had come under no obligations as yet, except 
 to extract the maximum of fun from the minimum of 
 penalty, and devoted all their leisure time to a process 
 
94 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 discovered long before their day, although not until 
 long after did it become picturesquely known as " paint 
 ing the town red." 
 
 So when Josiah Cook, wandering home one day about 
 noon, had to stumble very fast out of the road to es 
 cape a horse attached to a light carriage, and with a 
 thrifty burdock plant attached to him, which he kept in 
 place by the pressure of his own tail, the man ex 
 claimed wrathfully, " Them LeBaron boys ! " and 
 stood staring after the runaway, while the horse, dash 
 ing along School Street and through Town Square, 
 turned the sharp corner into Main Street just as a little 
 boy set out to cross it, and, hearing the horse, faltered, 
 turned back, stood still, and as he wavered was over 
 taken by swift destruction, for the horse, swerving as he 
 saw him, upset the carriage, fell down himself, and 
 crushed the child beneath the wheel, while the flying 
 hoofs threatened a yet more terrible catastrophe. 
 
 u Save him ! oh, somebody save my little brother ! " 
 screamed a girl s voice, and a slender, ill-clad figure 
 darted across the street and into the midst of that 
 plunging disaster, but was captured and held back by 
 the strong arm of a young man who at sound of danger 
 had rushed out from the Bunch of Grapes hard at hand. 
 
 " Here, somebody ! Bear a hand and hold this girl ! " 
 shouted he ; and Isaac LeBaron springing forward, 
 caught the struggling figure, while the first comer, raising 
 the wheel by a prodigious exertion held it up with one 
 hand and managed to drag the child out with the other. 
 
 " Cut that horse free, some of you, can t you ? " 
 roared he, as at the last moment a hoof caught him 
 upon the leg and nearly broke it ; but still he clung to 
 his helpless burden, and with free use of his elbows ex- 
 
MOTHER CREWE AT WORK. 95 
 
 tricated himself from the crowd already gathered, and 
 quite able to attend to the horse. 
 
 " Take the child into the Bunch of Grapes !" 
 
 u No, carry him right home ! " 
 
 " Bring him into my house, and come you too, 
 Samson." 
 
 At sound of this last voice, everybody looked around 
 with an air of relief ; for Doctor LeBaron stood next to 
 Providence in the minds of many a one there, and now 
 that he had joined the group all seemed ready to leave 
 the responsibility with him. 
 
 " This way, Samson, and you too, Yetmercy," ordered 
 he briefly, leading the way to a little surgery, added in 
 the later years to the northwestern corner of his house. 
 
 Shutting and bolting the door in face of all but the 
 two he had bidden, the doctor laid the child upon a 
 couch, and hastily examined his hurts, the poor little 
 fellow moaning faintly, but remaining unconscious. 
 
 " Bad hm Yetmercy, go round to my kitchen 
 and tell Phyllis to come here with some hot water and 
 towels pshaw, child, you re fit for nothing ! Sim, 
 you go you 11 find the kitchen, and call the biggest 
 negro woman Phyllis tell her hot water and towels ! " 
 
 " Yes, sir," and Simeon Samson hastened away upon 
 his errand, while Yetmercy, weak and emotional as 
 Molly Peach, her mother, sat upon the floor and wept 
 unrestrainedly. 
 
 The doctor, busy over his patient, glanced compassion 
 ately at her from time to time, and finally asked : 
 
 " Which one is this, Yetmercy ? What s his name, 
 and how old ? " 
 
 " Ich-a-bod, he s sev-seven ! " sobbed the girl. 
 
96 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Well, don t you care anything about Ichabod, nor 
 about your mother ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir, I c-c-care oh oh " 
 
 " If you cared any way worth having, you d try to do 
 something for the boy, instead of sitting there and 
 howling. I waat somebody to help me get off these 
 clothes, and there s nobody but you, and you re no use, 
 none at all." 
 
 " I 11 try, sir, but mother says I m awful er er 
 tender-hearted," and Yetmercy, rising, wiped her eyes, 
 smoothed her hair with trembling fingers, and meekly 
 stood ready to obey the directions of the doctor, who re 
 warded her with a pleasant smile, and " That s right, 
 my lass ! now take hold of this coat and draw it gently 
 out as I raise him there, now ! " 
 
 " Here we are, Doctor, Phyllis, and hot water, and 
 swabs, and a young fellow " 
 
 " Oh, it s you, Isaac. Well, come in and make your 
 self useful. Sit you down, Samson, and I 11 look at that 
 leg presently." 
 
 Poor little Ichabod ! The glory of life had indeed de 
 parted from his existence, for, besides a broken hip, 
 there was an injury to the spine, for which the best hope 
 was that it might soon be fatal. 
 
 " He 11 never leave his bed again until he is carried 
 from it to Burying Hill," said the doctor in Samson s 
 ear, as he fingered and looked at the cut upon the young 
 man s leg. " No bones broken here, but you ll not get to 
 the main-truck very easily for some weeks. Stay and 
 have some dinner with us, Samson. I want to hear 
 about your voyage." 
 
 " Thank you, sir, I 11 be proud to," replied Samson 
 cordially as the vision of a sweet pale face and great 
 
MOTHER ORE WE AT WORK. 97 
 
 dark eyes, just seen in the depths of the hall during 
 his late errand, flashed upon his memory. 
 
 " Now, Isaac, that stretcher, and get Prince and Quash 
 round to carry it. You and I will go along too, and 
 see that it moves steadily." 
 
 " Dinner s jes ready, mas r," interposed Phyllis, more 
 respectfully than she ever spoke to any one else, " an de 
 chile kin lay here an me to take keer of him widout 
 hurtin nobuddy fer an hour er so." 
 
 " Very well, and perhaps better, for you can go home, 
 Yetmercy, and have a bed ready downstairs, and get 
 your mother somewhat prepared before we reach there. 
 Now show yourself a brave little woman, and remember 
 that s the way to let us know you really care for your 
 little brother." 
 
 So Yetmercy, her great blue eyes swimming in tears, 
 although she managed to restrain her sobs, set out for 
 home, while Isaac hastily followed her for a few steps, 
 and then turned back to his dinner. 
 
 In spite of Phyllis s morning lounge this meal proved 
 an admirable one, consisting of a great piece of ala- 
 mode beef, sweet potatoes, and turnips, cauliflower en 
 veloped in a fair mantle of cream sauce, and pickles 
 both of native and West Indian production. 
 
 Following this was a rice Florinda, a dish of cheese 
 cakes, and fruit in a curiously wrought basket of Delft 
 ware. 
 
 And just in passing let me copy for you, from Lydia 
 LeBaron s manuscript recipe-book, the rule by which 
 those cheese-cakes were made ; for it solves the question 
 most of us modern weaklings have asked ourselves as to 
 the meaning of the name as applied to the vapid cates 
 passing among us for cheese-cakes. 
 
98 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 TO MAKE CHEESE-CAKES. 
 
 Take a quart of milk, and boyle it. Beat six Eggs 
 and pore in while it boyles. Then take it off the fyre, 
 and let it stand till its a tender Curd. Then strayne it 
 thro a sive, put in a quarter of a pound of Butter, gill 
 of Wine, two spoonfulls of Rosewater, mace beat fine. 
 Strow in some Currants and sweeten it to your tast. 
 Bake them in small pate-pans with puff past round 
 them. None over the Top. 
 
 And so in the " tender Curd " we have the idea of 
 cheese, now forgotten. 
 
 Simeon Samson thought them as delicious as the 
 young gentleman in " The Arabian Nights " did the 
 cream tarts, for his host, in offering them, said : 
 
 " Have one of Tressy s cheese-cakes. She s a famous 
 hand at them, most as good as her sister Lyddy. 
 You re sailing for Lyddy s husband now, are n t you ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir. I in to command Goodwin & Warren s 
 brigantine, Lydia, next voyage," replied the sailor, steal 
 ing a look at Teresa to see if she heard of his promo 
 tion. 
 
 " Yes. Nat named her for his wife and daughter. 
 Lyddy s a favorite name in our family ; I wived two of 
 them. Now, then, Quash, clear away these things and 
 serve the coffee, for I m in a hurry to get up to 
 Ring s. Tressy, let us have the cauliflower cups in honor 
 of Captain Samson." 
 
 " Not captain yet, Doctor." 
 
 " Pshaw, boy ! take all the credit you can get, if only 
 for what you mean to do. You may never live to do it, 
 you know." 
 
MOTHER CREWE AT WORK. 99 
 
 " If you will excuse me, father," said the dulcet voice 
 Samson had as yet scarce heard, " I will fetch the cauli 
 flower cups myself, since Phyllis is not at hand." 
 
 " As you like, daughter. A careful little housekeeper, 
 you see, Captain." 
 
 " Nothing becomes a young gentlewoman more, to my 
 mind," replied Samson ardently, and the doctor laughed, 
 well pleased, while Teresa, a slight color showing 
 through her creamy pallor, left the room, and presently 
 returned, preceded by young Pomp, who opened and 
 closed the doors while she carefully carried a wonderful 
 carved tortoise-shell tray filled with cups, saucers, 
 "sugar-dish " and slop-basin of some forgotten but most 
 precious pottery, each piece shaped with Dutch patience 
 and loving zeal into the semblance of a half-opened 
 cauliflower, apotheosis to the artist s mind, no doubt, of 
 his beloved cabbage. 
 
 Placing these upon the table, Teresa quietly seated 
 herself behind them, and poured for the guest a cup of 
 some nectar whose nature he could not have described, 
 until his host, pushing a little decanter toward him, 
 said : 
 
 " Lace your coffee with a drop of old Cognac, Cap 
 tain. T is a fashion I learned in Paris, and have never 
 forgot. And for that matter, t is rather a foreign fash 
 ion to take coffee after dinner, but I like it, and find it 
 a good stomachic. What think you ? " 
 
 " T is the best I ever tasted," replied Samson, gulp 
 ing down the coffee so hot that it brought tears to his 
 eyes, and never seeing the decanter of Cognac. Again 
 the doctor s eyes twinkled, and pushing back his chair 
 he said : 
 
 " Well, I must be off. Come along, Isaac. Samson, 
 
100 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 don t hurry yourself, especially as you are wounded. 
 Tarry where you are for a while, and Teresa will give 
 you a tune on her spinet, or, if you like it better, play 
 you a game of draughts or backgammon. I leave him 
 in your charge, Tressy." 
 
CHAPTER XL 
 
 MOTHER CREWE IS PLEASED. 
 
 IN a wretched hovel upon the Carver road lived and 
 died the family of Ansel Ring and his wife Molly, con 
 sisting, besides the parents, of three girls with one 
 brother older, and one, poor little Ichabod, younger 
 than themselves. Ansel, not much daunted at first by 
 mother Crewe s curse, had pursued his seafaring life, 
 and as he was a strong, sober, and able-bodied seaman 
 had no trouble in getting employment from one or other 
 of the firms of shipping-merchants of Plymouth, then 
 carrying on an active commerce with all parts of the 
 world. 
 
 But his fellow-sailors were also many of them his 
 fellow-townsmen, and all the world knows how the 
 pressure of immensity upon a sailor s mind generally 
 results in superstition, so that one scarcely wonders that, 
 after two or three fatal mishaps upon the vessels rating 
 Ansel Ring as Al seaman, some of the other Plymouth 
 men muttered the story of the curse to those who had 
 not heard it, and others spoke menacingly of Jonahs 
 who should be heaved overboard ; and the mates, gather 
 ing the cause of moody looks and dark hints, carried them 
 to the captains, who laughed grimly and swore contemp. 
 tuously at such notions, but next voyage did not accept 
 Ring s somewhat hang-dog offer of his services. 
 
 At last came a day, in the March before this Septem- 
 
102 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 her, when the Petrel, a coasting schooner of the Hedges, 
 flew round the Gurnet, driven before a furious north 
 east gale, and, waiting for the tide, anchored off Dick s 
 flat. No sooner was this done than Ansel Ring, coming 
 to the captain, demanded rather than requested the use 
 of a boat to set himself ashore upon the beach ; for, as he 
 passionately declared, he was afraid of his shipmates, 
 and could no longer bear the " marooning " they were 
 practicing upon him. 
 
 " They say mother Crewe has sent this gale to wreck 
 the hooker here in port, and they swear if our anchor 
 begins to drag they ll take and heave me overboard 
 first thing. I ve stood all I m going to stand, and this 
 is the last time you 11 ever see me afloat, if I starve for 
 it. Let me have the dingy, Cap n, and I 11 leave her 
 safe on the beach yander ; or if you don t, I 11 tumble 
 overboard and make an end of it some way/ 
 
 The captain opened his mouth to refuse and threaten 
 confinement in irons, but catching the desperate and 
 hunted look upon the man s face suddenly changed his 
 mind, and said almost gently : 
 
 " Do as you see fit, Ring, but neither the dingy nor 
 any other boat can live in that surf. Better stick it out, 
 man." 
 
 " Thank y , sir," replied Ring, the hunted look soften 
 ing at the tone of human sympathy ; but it came too late, 
 and after a moment s hesitation he turned away, and all 
 unaided began to lower the little boat. The captain also 
 hesitated for a moment, then turned and went into his 
 cabin, perhaps saying to himself, 
 
 " Am I my brother s keeper ? " 
 
 Well, the dingy could not live in the fury of the surf 
 breaking thunderously upon Beach Point, and as the 
 
MOTHER CREWE IS PLEASED. 103 
 
 men who had hounded him to his death looked on, they 
 saw the frail craft crushed like an eggshell, and their 
 comrade snatched out and made the plaything of that 
 monster, whose voice drowned his parting cry, if indeed 
 he uttered any. Back and forward, over and over, up 
 and down, that white Death tossed its prey, until, tired 
 of the sport, it flung the poor battered, broken, and oh, 
 so ghastly a plaything, up upon the beach, the stump of 
 an oar still grasped in its hand, and the wreck of the 
 dingy strewed beside it, as if in bitter gibe at man s 
 attempt to ride in safety over that angry sea. 
 
 Very silently, when the storm was over, those seamen 
 brought the body of their Jonah to the town, and to the 
 poor home where his wife waited for him. Upon the 
 threshold they met mother Crewe, who, somehow, no 
 body ever knew how, had heard the evil tidings before 
 any one else in town, and hastened to bring them to 
 Molly Ring. 
 
 That day was six months gone by, and now, as the 
 little procession bringing poor Ichabod to his home ap 
 proached the house, it was confronted by the ominous 
 figure of the old woman suddenly rising from the door 
 step, where she had awaited its coming. 
 
 " Molly ! Molly Peach ! " croaked she, striking her 
 staff upon the stone, " come out and welcome your child. 
 The foundations of the cursed city were laid in the 
 blood of the firstborn, and the posts were set up in the 
 bones of the youngest, and so it shall be, and so it is, 
 with you ! " 
 
 Isaac LeBaron, who had gone a little in advance of 
 the litter, which his father followed on horseback, heard 
 the words, and although not fully understanding them 
 read their intent upon the white, scared face of Yet- 
 
104 DR. LxBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 mercy, who stood in the doorway, and he impetuously 
 sprang forth as her champion. 
 
 " Hold your tongue, mother Crewe ! " cried he, put 
 ting out a hand to remove her from the path. " What a 
 wicked old woman you are, to be glad of other folk s 
 mishaps ! Out of the way, I say ! " 
 
 " Have a care, Master Isaac ! Hare a care ! Touch 
 me with just the point of a finger, and I 11 wither your 
 arm to the shoulder ! " And the crone fixed upon the 
 young man s face a look blazing with the fires of insanity, 
 or of demoniacal possession, as folk then said, and 
 somewhat in that look struck through his hot young 
 blood like the blast from an iceberg. Quite involunta 
 rily he shrank back, and the old woman laughed as she 
 strode past. 
 
 " Yes, have a care, boy, have a care ! She has blue 
 eyes and pink cheeks, and so had her mother before her, 
 but she is under the curse, and it s catching, catching as 
 small-pox. Have a care, Isaac LeBaron, have a care ! " 
 And as she rapidly climbed the hill beyond the cabin, her 
 mocking laugh came back, mingled with the croak of 
 a pair of crows who seemed to accompany her. 
 
 " What was that old witch saying, Isaac ? " asked his 
 father, dismounting. " But never mind now. Is the bed 
 all ready, Yetmercy ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir, but poor mother, she s fallen down on it. 
 She felt bad enough, and then mother Crewe came and 
 just finished her up." 
 
 " That woman ! " muttered the doctor, hastening into 
 the house, followed by the girl. 
 
 Not many hours later a dead baby was born, the 
 last of Ansel Ring s doomed children, and for a while 
 it seemed as if his mother would follow him ; but, with 
 
MOTHER CREWE IS PLEASED. 105 
 
 perhaps unfortunate skill, Doctor LeBaron held her 
 to life, and in a few days pronounced her safe, and 
 made over the care of her convalescence, and of Icha- 
 bod s lingering death-in-life, to Isaac, who largely inher 
 ited the family skill in chirurgery, as the old folk still 
 called the healing art. 
 
 And Yetmercy, caring both for the querulous mother 
 and the suffering brother, who slowly lapsed from bad 
 to worse, still found her labors lightened and her heart 
 cheered marvelously by the visits of the young doctor, 
 and the brief moments through which he lingered after 
 the visits were over. 
 
 Mother Crewe, who in some obscure fashion had re 
 moved from Plympton to Plymouth, and gained posses 
 sion of a little hut upon the edge of Carver woods, per 
 haps to be near enough to overlook the working of her 
 curse, watched the progress of this intimacy ; some 
 times listening under the windows as the evenings grew 
 long and misty, sometimes hovering among the hillside 
 thickets above the house, sometimes suddenly appearing 
 in the path of the young couple, as Yetmercy strolled 
 down the road, hearing the doctor s last words, and 
 asking some simple question over and over, just to post 
 pone the good-by. 
 
 At these times the old woman never spoke, in fact 
 rather avoided giving the opportunity for speech, but 
 the baleful light of those cavernous eyes, and the malig 
 nant glee of the half-heard laugh floating back when 
 she had passed, so chilled the simple girl s blood that 
 more than once she clung crying to the arm of her 
 companion, who, in the pride of his young manhood, 
 promised to shield her from all harm and all enemies. 
 
 Had Doctor Lazarus LeBaron been as vigilant in this 
 
106 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 matter as mother Crewe, much woe might have been 
 averted from his house, but two important matters at 
 this time distracted his attention. 
 
 The first was, that Nathaniel Goodwin, husband of 
 Lydia, having made a good deal of money in the course 
 of commerce, became able, as he always had been will 
 ing, to give his wife a home worthy of what they both 
 agreed were her merits, and suggesting the idea to his 
 father-in-law received the unexpected answer : 
 
 " Give her this, if you like." 
 
 " What, your own house, Doctor ? " 
 
 " Yes. I m tired of it. Three Lyddys have gone 
 out of it, and left it too empty. I sha n t marry again, 
 and well, in point of fact, Nat, the house I m build 
 ing there on Cole s Hill, over the cellar of the old Cot 
 ton parsonage, is where I mean to live." 
 
 " Oh ! " exclaimed Nat, a good deal surprised ; for it 
 had been the doctor s whim to keep his intentions 
 strictly to himself, and everybody, even Return Waite, 
 of whom he bought the old Cotton parsonage, supposed 
 that the new house going up on its site would be sold 
 or leased. 
 
 So Lydia Goodwin came back to reign in the house 
 where she had reigned as Lydia LeBaron, and the 
 doctor, with his four remaining daughters and the four 
 sons of his second marriage, went to live on Cole s Hill, 
 next to Giles Rickard, whom the doctor quietly divided 
 from himself by an open way, still called LeBaron s 
 Alley. Building this house at his leisure and after his 
 own plans, the doctor s first care was to provide himself 
 with a study the exact counterpart of the old one ; and 
 the night before the general Hegira, he packed all the 
 contents of that mysterious chamber with his own 
 
MOTHER CREWE IS PLEASED. 107 
 
 hands, allowing Quasho to help him carry the heavy 
 furniture downstairs and place it in the cart at the 
 door. Before morning, all was duly arranged in the 
 new room precisely as it had been in the old, the lock 
 removed from the one door to the other, and the same 
 key turned and deposited safely in the pocket of the 
 doctor s smallclothes. 
 
 " Now, Quasho Quando," said the doctor, as master 
 and man came out of the new house and walked beside 
 the cart toward their old home, " you are never, never, 
 mind you, to your dying day, to tell any one what you 
 and I have been about to-night. If you do, I shall be 
 sure to know it, and that flogging promised you for so 
 many years will come at last." 
 
 " Ain t mite fraid dat floggin ," replied Quasho con 
 fidently, " mas r an I s got too ole an spectable for 
 any sech doin s : but," with a sudden change of voice, 
 " reck n mas r kin trust me widout any dat kin o talk." 
 
 The doctor stopped and held out his hand in the dim 
 starlight. 
 
 " Quash," said he, " I beg your pardon." 
 
 " Oh, Lord, mas r, don t don t ye, now," quavered 
 the poor fellow, and off came his old hat, and down on 
 his knees he went in the dust to kiss the hand which 
 had never once been seriously raised against him. 
 
 " Good-night, boy," was all the doctor said, as he softly 
 let himself into the house, but master and man were 
 closer friends from that night. 
 
 The second cause detaining the doctor from proper 
 supervision of his assistant was something more tragic 
 than this episode. 
 
 One of the coasting schooners always dodging in and 
 out of Plymouth, one day left a sick sailor ashore, and 
 
108 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Doctor LeBaron, when called to consider his case, 
 looked very blank over it, and presently had to confide 
 to his brother selectmen that here was another case of 
 small-pox, a scourge under which Plymouth had al 
 ready suffered grievously, and which was the more to 
 be dreaded that most men in that day considered it 
 useless to contend against it, while many thought it im 
 pious to try. 
 
 Doctor Zabdiel Boylston, of Boston, had some years 
 before this time attempted to introduce the practice of 
 inoculation, a movement of science brought by Lady 
 Mary Wortley Montagu from the East to England, 
 where she herself practiced it upon as many persons as 
 would submit. 
 
 But Lady Mary was a woman, and was not a Puri 
 tan, and Boston folk would none of her ; in fact, so ill 
 did they receive Doctor Boylston s attempt to imitate 
 her practice that they decided hanging was the best 
 remedy for such unnatural propensities, and would 
 probably have carried out their decision in his case, had 
 not the Reverend Cotton Mather, a man not ordinarily 
 erring upon the side of mercy, stood forth in his de 
 fense, and offered himself and all his family as subjects 
 for the new treatment. 
 
 Now Doctor Lazarus LeBaron was a friend of Doc 
 tor Boylston s and often rode or sailed to Boston to 
 confer with him. He did so several times during the 
 inoculation excitement, and was well inclined to adopt 
 it ; but at the first suggestion of such a thing in his na 
 tive town, he perceived that the time was not yet ripe 
 for it. In fact, Parson Leonard scrupled not to say 
 that much learning had made the doctor mad, and had 
 opened the door for a malignant spirit to enter in, and 
 
MOTHER CREWE IS PLEASED. 109 
 
 fill his mind with homicidal projects ; and in a private 
 interview, the good man solemnly recited a form of ex 
 orcism over the head of his deluded brother, and for 
 mally consigned to his proper abode the fiend who was 
 tempting him to blasphemous rebellion against the fore 
 ordained chastisements of the Almighty. 1 
 
 Whether the fiend went whither he was sent we can? 
 not tell, but certainly the doctor said nothing more 
 about inoculation for a good many years, one reason 
 being that the small-pox capriciously deserted Plym 
 outh as suddenly as it had appeared. But the arrival 
 of this sick sailor, and the anxiety as to what might be 
 the sequel of the affair, brought back to the doctor s 
 mind all his old doubts and scruples about neglecting 
 what might be, and indeed probably was, a powerful 
 means of defense against this terrible foe. 
 
 The sick man, already delirious, was carried by night 
 to a lonely cabin on the edge of the woods in Oberry, a 
 by-corner of the town, and great wages were offered by 
 the selectmen to any woman who would undertake to 
 care for him. The next day, the doctor, going with 
 many precautions to visit his patient, found mother 
 Crewe sitting beside him. 
 
 " You ! " exclaimed he, in a voice of unconcealed dis 
 may. 
 
 " Me, sure enough," croaked the hag, with her raven 
 laugh. " And why not ? I m as good a nuss as most, 
 ain t I ? Was n t my gal nussed well ? And I Ve had 
 the small-pox as thorough as a woman could have it 
 and live. Why not me ? " 
 
 " Well, if you do your duty by this poor fellow, and 
 keep away from everybody else," replied the doctor, 
 
 1 A fact. 
 
110 DR. LxBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 reluctantly ; and hurriedly making his examination and 
 leaving some medicines, with an injunction to keep the 
 patient warmly covered, and not to allow a breath of 
 fresh air to reach him, he took his leave, returning, not 
 to the bosom of his family, but to the study, where he 
 lived in strict seclusion until this case should be de 
 cided. 
 
 " And so soon as it is," said the doctor aloud, as he 
 paced his lonely room up and down, " I will go to 
 Boston, see Boylston, and get some of the virus he 
 speaks of gathering now from kine ; he will teach me 
 how to apply it, and if no one else in Plymouth is safe 
 my children shall be." 
 
 The sound of horse s feet halting before his house 
 led him to the window. 
 
 A handsome if somewhat masculine girl was dis 
 mounting at the door. 
 
 " Yes, Tressy shall be safe if I can make her so," 
 said the doctor, staring absently at the visitor, whom he 
 did not know. 
 
 And Lachesis smiled at Clotho, as the one twisted in 
 her black thread and the other span it. 
 
CHAPTER XII. 
 
 THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 
 
 COULD Doctor LeBaron, as he looked moodily from 
 his study window upon the horse and rider stopping at 
 his door, have known the message and foreseen the re 
 sult of that visit, his calm indifference might well have 
 changed to a passion of grief and dismay. 
 
 And yet the steed was a goodly one, not black, but 
 cheerful sorrel, and the rider was young and comely, 
 albeit somewhat of the Judith, or Jael, or Deborah 
 style of beauty ; indeed, her name was Deborah, and she 
 looked it more fairly than most of us do our names ; a 
 fine figure, too, tall and well set up, with a round supple 
 waist and flat back, and large well-shapen hands, whose 
 grasp upon the rein no sensible horse would ever try to 
 dispute. 
 
 Looking about her a little, this fair Amazon presently 
 espied a kinky head, and pair of beady eyes surveying 
 her around the corner of the house, and promptly hailed 
 them. 
 
 " Here, boy ! I want you." 
 
 " Yes, mist ss ; " and young Pompey, adding a pleas 
 ing grin to his other attractions, sauntered out of the 
 alley where he had hid for purposes of his own. 
 
 " Is Mistress Teresa LeBaron at home ? " 
 
 " Yes, mist ss, Mis Tressy jus done gone upsta rs." 
 
 "Well, take my horse and open the front door, and 
 tell her that a gentlewoman craves to speak with her." 
 
112 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Shorely, mist ss. Walk right in, dis a way, an set 
 down. I 11 take the hoss roun , an send word to Mis 
 Tressy." 
 
 Having established the visitor in the parlor and the 
 horse in the shed, young Pompey strolled into the 
 kitchen, to assuage that thirst for information which 
 was one of his leading characteristics. 
 
 " S pose you done tole Mis Tressy bout de lady dat 
 come fer ter see her, mammy ? " began he. 
 
 " Uncle Quash tole her," replied Phyllis with brev 
 ity, as she deftly shoveled her pies into the brick oven, 
 whose heat she had just tested by sprinkling some flour 
 upon the bottom. 
 
 " An how d y call her, unc Quash ? " 
 
 " How does I call her uncle Quash ! Wy, I doesn* 
 call her any such ting. Dat my name, not hern." 
 
 " Well, w at is her name, den ? " 
 
 u Ah ! W y did n yer ask dat honest in de fus place, 
 boy ? Alluz be hones , cause dat s de bes policy. 
 Now ef you d a asked honest, mabbe I d a told 
 yer"- 
 
 "No, you would n . I know you better," retorted 
 young Pomp, in so aggrieved a tone that his mother in 
 terposed. 
 
 " Go long, now, Quash ! W at for s you alluz pla- 
 guin dat young one ? W at s de young mist ss name, 
 anyhow ? " 
 
 " W y, aun Phyllis, I d tell yer in a minit, if I 
 knowed it, but I don ; all she said w en I went in de 
 parlor was, f Please tell Mistress Teresa LeBaron that 
 a gentlewoman would like to speak with her. " 
 
 " Jes wat she said to me," remarked young Pomp. 
 
 "Mabbe twas Mist ss Hetty Lord from Kingston," 
 
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 113 
 
 suggested Prince, who had just come in upon an errand 
 from Mistress Lydia Goodwin, whose servant he now 
 was. 
 
 " Mist ss Hetty Lord ! " echoed Quash meditatively. 
 " Well, mabbe ; t ain t to be spected a pore sinful nigger 
 like me will know any of de Lord s fam ly by sight, 
 but I s mighty glad ef He s sent to fotch one of masYs 
 gals, for I swear de debble 11 git all de boys." 
 
 " Go long wid yer, boy ! " exclaimed Phyllis, in 
 buxom wrath. " T is easy nough ter see you wa n t 
 nebber converted. Go wait on de door w en de young 
 mist ss goes out ; an Pomp, as soon as she s took her 
 horse, you tackle up Whitefoot in de wagon, and go 
 long up to Souf Pond an git me a bar l of white sand 
 for my floors. I tole you dat dis mornin ." 
 
 " A lady to see me," murmured Teresa, stepping 
 lightly down the stair. " Who can it be ! " 
 
 Nor was the question answered as she entered the 
 great square parlor, looking easterly to the sea and north 
 erly to Captain s Hill, its furniture and arrangements 
 as nearly as possible a reproduction of the room where 
 Squire Lothrop and James Warren had awaited the 
 doctor some years before. 
 
 Instead of those stately gentlemen, the slender figure 
 of a girl, her rather remarkable height accented by 
 her close-fitting riding habit, stood motionless at one of 
 the eastern windows, gazing so steadfastly upon the sea 
 that she did not heed the gentle entrance of her hostess, 
 until the latter said : 
 
 "You wish to see me, madam ? " 
 
 " Ah ! " and turning suddenly, the stranger showed 
 a dark face, undeniably handsome, but somewhat over- 
 determined and powerful for so young a woman, since 
 
114 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 she could hardly have seen more than twenty birthdays. 
 " You are Mistress Teresa LeBaron ? " 
 " Yes." 
 
 " And I am Deborah Gushing, of Hingham. Master 
 Gushing of the school here is my brother, and Seth 
 Gushing is my father." 
 
 "I we know Master Gushing a little," said Teresa 
 faltering, " I am afraid my brothers give him a vast of 
 trouble ; perhaps he has sent you " 
 
 The stranger laughed a little harshly. " Sent me to 
 chide you for your brothers misdeeds ! " exclaimed she. 
 " Well, no, not just that. I came on my own occasions 
 and yours." 
 
 " Will you sit down ? " said Teresa, pointing to one of 
 the great square armchairs standing sentinel-like each 
 side of the hearth. "I I shall be very glad " Some 
 thing in her throat choked the utterance, and sinking 
 into the chair opposite that of her guest she looked wist 
 fully into her face, while the color sank from her own, 
 even to the lips. Deborah Gushing regarded her atten 
 tively, almost scornfully. 
 
 " You try to say you will be very glad to pleasure 
 me if you can, and some fright at your own words 
 chokes them back again. Is it not so ? " 
 
 " Yes. How can you tell ? " 
 
 " Lord, child, I read it on your face like print, and 
 glad am I not to be of so pliable a make. Pluck up a 
 spirit, girl, and don t be a coward, though you re but 
 a woman." 
 
 " Pardon me, Mistress Gushing, but it seems to me 
 you are a little overbold in so judging and advising a 
 stranger. Please to make known your business with 
 me." 
 
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 115 
 
 " Nay, let me consider you a moment first, and do you 
 take no offense where none is meant. So timid a mo 
 ment back, and so delicate-stately now ! T is like a toy 
 some sailor man brought to my sister Lyddy : the figure 
 of a man, with a stick in his hand, and you could cuff it 
 this way or that, it bowed to the ground with the blow ; 
 but so soon as you drew back your hand, up it jumped, 
 and fetched you a crack with the stick made the wate* 
 spring from your eyes." 
 
 " Your errand, please." 
 
 11 Nay, now, be not so stiff and proud with a maid 
 like yourself. I wish you no ill, Teresa, indeed I do 
 not." 
 
 " You hardly could wish a stranger ill, madam." 
 
 " Well, well, you proud peat, be as offish as you will, 
 but it fits not with such pride to steal away another 
 girl s man." 
 
 " What ! I I do not understand ! " 
 
 " I forced your guard there, my dear ! Oh, I know 
 the art of fence as well as my brothers, and have 
 claimed first blood before to-day." 
 
 " Tell me, I beseech you, what you mean." 
 
 "Well, then, in sober sadness, Teresa, how much 
 thought have you of Simeon Samson ? " 
 
 " Good heavens, Mistress Gushing " 
 
 " Call me Deborah ; t will make the matter simpler 
 and freer." 
 
 " How can you ask me why should you Oh, what 
 is it to you, maiden ? " 
 
 "Child, tis Come, now, don t cry. I m like a 
 man in that ; I never can abide to see another cry ; and 
 if I fain must cry myself, t is like tearing the heart out 
 of my body, and leaves me as wounded. There, there, 
 
116 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 dear, I 11 tell thee what I never told him or thought to 
 tell any one, I love him, and t is life or death to me 
 to have him." 
 
 " Is he promised to you ? " 
 
 " Yes, and no. Had he been really promised, there 
 had been no need for me to come here ; the man s 
 word s as good as another s oath. And had he not 
 been pledged in a way, I had not been here, for I am 
 no pirate to seize what is not mine own; a letter of 
 marque, may be, armed for reprisal, but no worse." 
 
 " How could he come here, then " began Teresa, 
 but paused, her face dyed scarlet, as she remembered 
 her father s authoritative invitations and encourage 
 ment to the man he had openly elected as his son-in- 
 law. 
 
 " How could he come here ? " echoed Deborah. " Yes, 
 that is what I want to know. Of one thing I am sure : 
 he has never spoken to you of marriage, Teresa ? " 
 
 " No, never." 
 
 " And how much hath he really said ? Nay, now, 
 be neither shy nor proud with me, girl. Don t you see 
 that here are three lives, three worthy lives too, set 
 upon the turn of the moment, and it befits you and 
 me to put aside all pretty, yea-nay, maiden manners, 
 and speak the truth as boldly as if we wore hose in 
 stead of petticoats. This man hath been my bachelor 
 for a matter of three years, and if he has not spoken 
 of marriage it was because we both knew that his sailor 
 wage was not enough for him to keep a wife on, and 
 I was over young to leave my home. But six months 
 ago he rode over to Hingham to tell me how he had got 
 berth as mate on board the Lydia, your brother Good 
 win s brigantine, and had promise of going captain next 
 
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 117 
 
 voyage, And then, Deborah, says he, ( I can take me 
 a wife. You 11 tell me, perhaps, he said not what wife, 
 but had you seen his face, and heard his voice " 
 
 " You know me little, Deborah, or you would believe 
 I never should seek by a quibble to set aside the truth. 
 If the young man told you by look and voice that he 
 asked you to be his wife, his words mattered little 
 enough." 
 
 " So proud, so proud, and yet so lissome and so gen 
 tle-sweet ! I hardly know to read you aright, maiden. 
 I would not hurt so tender a thing ; mayhap I, who 
 am so strong and fearless, could better fight against dis 
 appointment than a soft creature like you." 
 
 " Nay, you said but now I was proud, and let me re 
 mind you, mistress, that what seems so valuable to you 
 may not be of so much worth in my eyes." 
 
 " Oh, you don t care for Simeon Samson ! You 
 have only amused yourself with his admiration ! You 
 are like the Frenchwomen from whom you come, and 
 are what they call a coquette ! " 
 
 But as Deborah poured forth her angry utterances, 
 and rose from her chair to give them scope, Teresa rose 
 too, turned deadly pale, looked helplessly toward the 
 door, and sank down again. In an instant Deborah 
 was at her side, kneeling with her arms around the 
 other s slender waist. 
 
 " There, there, now, I might have seen great, 
 coarse, stupid creature that I am, not to know you d 
 turn at bay just like a doe defending her fawn ! For 
 give me, darling, for I love you, Teresa, I love you al 
 ready, and I see how that poor boy of mine forgot all 
 else when he came anigh you. No wonder he despised 
 such an one as me ! Ah me, maid, what shall we do, 
 
118 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 we two ! One must suffer, and I am the strongest ; it 
 must be me " 
 
 " Nay, now, Deborah, wait, wait but a moment till 
 this faintness passes. Sit you down again, and be very 
 still. I am a little overborne with it all." 
 
 " Yes, I am too rough and rude to match with you 
 in any fashion. Take your time, mistress, take your 
 own time." 
 
 And rising with a motion that showed her shapely 
 limbs to be filled with muscles of steel, the tall girl 
 seated herself as she was bidden, and resting her chin 
 upon her hand looked sadly out at the sea. 
 
 In a moment Teresa spoke, and her voice, if a little 
 chill, was very gentle. 
 
 " It would be churlish for me to deny some confi 
 dence in return for yours, Mistress Deborah, and I will 
 confess that I have looked with interest upon Master 
 Samson s visits, especially as my father, who of course 
 knew naught of this other matter, seemed to encourage 
 them " 
 
 " The doctor knows a fine man when he sees him," 
 interposed Deborah, proudly. The doctor s daughter 
 smiled gently, and continued in the same hushed voice. 
 
 " Nor will I pretend to deny that Master Samson s 
 attentions were very particular while he stayed in Plym 
 outh. I should be sorry to have you fancy that I 
 cared for him without warrant," the sweet, cold voice 
 faltered a little, but presently went on, " and yet I 
 can assure you most earnestly that never a word was 
 spoke " 
 
 " T was you that said a while ago that words mat 
 tered little," interrupted Deborah somewhat sullenly. 
 
 " Yes, but I pretend to no especial looks nor tones, 
 
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 119 
 
 at least so far as any prospect of the future might be 
 meant," replied Teresa, with patient dignity. " I can 
 see now that Master Samson was constrained in his 
 own mind, and ah, well at any rate, he never told 
 me that by next voyage he should be able to keep a 
 wife. I do not claim him in any way ; he is yours to 
 day as much as ever he was." 
 
 " Nay, you mean, perhaps, he is as much mine as you 
 have power to give him to me ; but neither you nor I, 
 maiden, can put him back where he stood before he 
 ever saw your face, and heard your voice, and felt the 
 something, whose name I know not, that encompasses 
 your presence." 
 
 " He will soon forget me, Deborah, and in all honesty 
 I wish you happy with him, as happy as you fancy 
 you should be." 
 
 " That s a two-sided wish ; you mean that my fancy 
 outruns the possibility. But no matter ; I can judge bet 
 ter of that than you can. And now let me tell you, mis 
 tress, even to your proud, beautiful face, that I shall 
 make Simeon Samson a better wife than you would ; 
 for I love him as you never could, I love him a great 
 deal better than I do myself, and I never shall stop to 
 think whether he pays me all the observance and all 
 the consideration that he should, and which you never 
 will forgive to any man alive, be he sweetheart or hus 
 band. But I why, I love him, girl, I love him as I 
 do the sea, and the sky, and my own life, and all that 
 makes life good ; I can give myself to him, and wil 
 lingly spend and be spent for his happiness, and his 
 comfort, and his reputation, no matter what comes to 
 me. I do believe, if he loved me not at all, I could do 
 it, so long as he loved no other woman, I could not 
 
120 DR. LsE AEON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 bear that, although even so, I could not cease to love 
 him, but I would never see him. He is a man that 
 needs a patient wife, for he is not patient himself ; he 
 has a temper, and he claims obedience from those he 
 governs, even as he gives loyal obedience to those above 
 him ; but he cannot abide a lawgiver in his own house, 
 nor must one mind a hasty word when he is vexed and 
 weary." 
 
 " And you are so meek that you can bear all this 
 better than I ? " asked Teresa, with a fine smile light 
 ing, but not softening, her dark eyes. 
 
 " Nay, I am not meek at all, and so it is somewhat 
 I have to give to him," replied Deborah triumphantly. 
 " When for his sake I go softly and speak gently and 
 answer mildly, t is all as if I said, I love you, dear, I 
 love you ! You could not lay so much at his feet, for 
 you have no fiend of a temper to overcome." 
 
 "No, Deborah, I could love none but God in that 
 fashion, and in very truth I believe that He is my only 
 love." 
 
 " You re surely not a Papist ! " exclaimed Deborah, 
 starting back, and Teresa smiled ever so faintly as she 
 replied : 
 
 " No, but my grandsire was, and I know not that he 
 was the worse for it." 
 
 " Poor soul, he was a Frenchman, and knew no bet 
 ter, but we " 
 
 " Nay, let us not wander into new fields of difference. 
 Your errand is done, and well done, mistress, and no 
 more remains to say except Godspeed. May your mar 
 riage be very happy, and both you and he content to 
 the end." 
 
 " I would I could be content even now," and Deborah, 
 
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 121 
 
 looked wistfully into the pure, pale face so calmly con 
 fronting her. 
 
 " How can you be less than content with what you 
 sought so eagerly ? " 
 
 " Oh, I cannot talk as you do, I cannot tell why I 
 am not content. You make no moan, you have not 
 shed one tear or said one angry word, and yet I fear 
 me there is a wound beneath that will drain your life 
 dry. Upbraid me if you will, claim the man, and 
 who knows but even now I would give him to you ! 
 But so pale, so proud, so still and yet I do know it 
 in mine own heart so hurt ! " 
 
 " You have no right to say it, no right to think it, no 
 right to judge ! " cried Teresa, a sudden flush staining 
 her face and neck, and dying away instantly. u You 
 could not, if you would, give this man to me, for I would 
 not have him. I I care not for him. Deborah, 
 would you indeed do me a pleasure ? " 
 
 " Try me, lass ! " 
 
 " Then set your wedding day as soon as may be. 
 Captain Samson sails in the Lydia this day fortnight. 
 Let him sail as your husband." 
 
 " And that would pleasure you ? " 
 
 " Ay, more than aught else." 
 
 " Then, if he will have it so, it shall be so, although 
 I had not thought of it." 
 
 A moment longer the two girls stood looking at each 
 other, and then Deborah dropped upon her knees, and, 
 twining her arms around the other s waist, cried pite- 
 ously, 
 
 " Oh, dear maid, sweet maid, do not hate me ! You 
 can spare him better than I could, for you have all 
 heaven to comfort you. Say you forgive me, Teresa 1 " 
 
122 DR. LaBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " I have naught to forgive. May God bless you and 
 yours while life shall last." 
 
 And stooping, she pressed two cold soft lips upoi? 
 the other s brow, and slid gently from her clasp. 
 
CHAPTER XIIL 
 
 A TRAP. 
 
 " Hi ! Mother Crewe ! Mother Crewe ! " 
 
 " Well, who calls mother Crewe, in such a masterful 
 fashion ? " 
 
 "Isaac LeBaron. Come out here, old woman, till I 
 speak with you." 
 
 " Oho, my young master can t take the trouble to 
 alight, but the old woman must hobble out to him ! 
 Well, then, here am I, worshipful Master Isaac Le- 
 BaroD, and what is your will? " 
 
 " My father has gone to Boston, and bade me come 
 and see how John White fares to-day, and here is more 
 medicine for him. I am bound for Carver to see other 
 sick folk, so I cannot stay." 
 
 " And if you could, I fear me even your skill, Master 
 Isaac, would not much avail a man that hath been stark 
 these six hours. But give me the med cine. J T will do 
 another time." 
 
 Dead ? " 
 
 " Ay, dead as Adam." 
 
 " In that case, my father bade me warn the select 
 men, and they will send some one to bury him. And 
 you are to roll him in a tarred sheet, and lock the house 
 before you leave him. You have the tar and all you 
 need, he told me. Is there anything more to be said ? " 
 
 " Naught, but thank y for your courtesy and your 
 bounty, Master Isaac." 
 
124 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 The young man colored angrily, for he had not been 
 courteous, nor did his pockets contain a penny with 
 which to bribe good will ; so affecting not to hear the 
 old woman s hint, he nodded slightly, set spurs to his 
 horse, and rode on, a goodly and pleasant sight, in the 
 clear summer morning, with the green leaves flecking 
 the sunlight upon his path, and the pungent aroma of 
 the bayberries rising around his horse s hoofs. Mother 
 Crewe looked after him, her toothless jaws working with a 
 mouthful of unspoken evil thoughts, then shook her head 
 with a smile more malevolent even than the thoughts. 
 
 "Pity he must meddle and make with Molly Peach s 
 brood ! Pity so fine a springald should go down with 
 them ! Well, I must have help ere I meddle with yon 
 carcass." 
 
 And closing the door of the hut, the old woman hob 
 bled down the road, and presently came within sight of 
 the widow Ring s cottage, and Yetmercy on the door 
 step looking idly along the dusty road toward town. A 
 gleam of malice crossed the face of the old witch, and 
 hastening her footsteps she cried : 
 
 " Did Master Isaac find you, Yetmercy ? " 
 
 " Master Isaac ! " exclaimed the girl, with a sudden 
 color in her face, and. eagerly advancing to meet her ene 
 my, " No, I have not seen him ! Is he looking for me ? " 
 
 " Ay, and I thought he went from me to find you. 
 He wants you to give me some help up yonder." 
 
 " In the pest-house ? " 
 
 " Nay, never turn white on such a little word as that. 
 There s no danger now. Dr. Isaac bade me tell you 
 so, and that it would greatly pleasure him to find you 
 there when he comes back. Besides, the town gives a 
 great reward for those who undertake that work, and 
 money is none so plentiful in your house, Yetmercy." 
 
A TRAP. 125 
 
 " No, but if the young doctor bids me go, I 11 go 
 where no money would tempt me." 
 
 " Ay, ay, I believe it well," muttered the old woman, 
 nodding her head and blinking her watery eyes like an 
 owl at mid-day, as she stole sidelong looks at the pretty 
 creature standing in the sunshine before her, and half 
 relented of her purpose, but from the open window hard 
 at hand came a querulous cry : 
 
 " Yetmercy, where are you, child ? " 
 
 " Here, mother, coming," replied the girl, and 
 mother Crewe s face darkened as she laid a claw upon 
 the girl s arm, whispering hurriedly, 
 
 " Don t let her keep you. Isaac will be there waiting 
 for you, anon." 
 
 " 1 11 come, certain true, I 11 come," replied Yetmercy, 
 in the same tone. "Go on, mother Crewe, and I ll 
 be there as soon as you." 
 
 " And don t tell your mother aught about it, or she 11 
 keep you." 
 
 " No, I won t. Go on, now, and 1 11 overtake you in 
 five minutes." 
 
 " And if Isaac comes before you, I 11 bid him wait." 
 
 " Yes, I shall surely be there." 
 
 " Yes, my dear, well do I know you will," chuckled 
 the old woman, as she hobbled back toward the woods ; 
 nor did any kind fate interpose to save her victim, who 
 in fact arrived at the hut in the same moment as her 
 self. 
 
 " Now, child, to work, why the man s in a swound, 
 surely ! " 
 
 " Oh, mother Crewe, he s dead ? " 
 
 " Nay, child, t is but one of the weak spells he takes 
 at times. Here, come and rub his hands betwixt yours, 
 
126 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 so, and his arms now rub him hearty and bring 
 back the life ! " 
 
 " Oh, Mother Crewe, it frightens me ! Sure the man 
 is dead, the hand is so cold, so stiff, and t is so loathly 
 too with these sores ! " 
 
 " A murrain on you, girl ! And you hoping to be a 
 doctor s wife by and by ! What will he think of such 
 a coward heart ? Come, now, here is the comb, 
 straighten you his hair, and make him decent before the 
 doctor comes." 
 
 " But he is dead, I know that he is dead, and I am 
 afraid ! " moaned the girl, taking the comb in her icy 
 fingers, and passing it through the dead man s hair. 
 
 " Say you so, Yetmercy ? Well, mayhap you re right 
 after all, wench. You do indeed show a wondrous in 
 sight into all things, fitting that same doctor s wife. 
 Mayhap you re right, sweetheart, and the man is dead, 
 but if so be, you re ready here to help me lay him out. 
 There comb his hair, and curl it on your little fingers ; 
 and here s a cloth, wash his face, and see if you can 
 shut those staring eyes," 
 
 " Oh, I can t, I can t bear it, let me go, let me 
 get out of this house, oh, for God s sake, let me go, 
 mother Crewe, let me let me ! " 
 
 And frantic with terror the girl threw herself upon 
 her tormentor and tried to force her from the door, but 
 the old hag, laughing like a demon, stood fast and 
 barred the way. 
 
 " What, going to leave the tryst before your sweet 
 heart comes ! Did not he bid you come and wait, and 
 will you be the first to lose patience ! Nay, that man 
 on the bed will never spoil sport, he 11 take no note of 
 all the loving words and sweet kisses " 
 
A TRAP. 127 
 
 " Let me go, let me go Isaac oh mother 
 oh, what is it ails me let me go " 
 
 She fell swooning on the floor, and mother Crewe 
 stood for a moment looking down while the wild fire 
 of insanity blazed in her eyes and flamed upon her 
 cheek. Then lightly stirring the prostrate body with 
 her foot, she raised a clenched hand toward heaven, cry 
 ing, 
 
 " Bathsheba s life against hers ! My own girl lay 
 like this, and none pitied ! Life for life t is God s 
 own law ! " 
 
 Then, closing the door, she set off for the town, and 
 finding one of the selectmen reported that her patient 
 was dead and that she had left Yetmercy Ring to guard 
 the place until the proper officers should come to bury 
 the dead. 
 
 " But she has never had the sickness ! Was not she 
 afraid to go ? " asked the selectman. 
 
 " Nay, she is sweet upon Isaac LeBaron, and thinks 
 no danger can come where he is," replied the old woman 
 with a jeering laugh, and her hearer hastened to count 
 out the pieces of silver which were the price of her 
 treachery, and bid her begone out of his office. 
 
CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 LUCY HAMMATT S SUFFLET. 
 
 " GOOD morrow to you, Lucy ! " 
 
 " Oh, t is you, Patty ! Good morrow, and what s the 
 good word with you ? " 
 
 " Oh, I don t know seems to me you re always 
 cooking. As for me, I hate it." 
 
 " Ah, but you have n t a goodman to cook for as I 
 have. When the Captain s at home it s just a delight 
 to set goodies before him and see how he savors them. 
 Salt junk and sea-biscuit six months or a year running 
 whet a man s appetite for something more delicate." 
 
 " And what will you have for dinner to-day ? May 
 hap I 11 stay and draw up." 
 
 " Do, and you 11 be kindly welcome, Patty. The 
 Captain loves to see a comely young face now and 
 again, and your nephew Abr am is never tired of Aunt 
 Patty who is more of a cousin than an aunt to him." 
 
 " After that sweet sop surely I 11 stay. Shall I lay 
 my calash in the bedroom ? " And without waiting for 
 reply Martha Rowland carefully took off the lofty green 
 silk structure resembling, as its name implied, the head 
 of a caleche, that charming French carriage so disas 
 trous to the fame of La Belle Stewart, and having tight 
 ened the belt riding as high under her arms as Nature 
 would permit, and tenderly patted and lightened up the 
 curls clustering at either side her face, and seen that 
 
LUCY HAMMATTS SUFFLET. 129 
 
 her monstrous comb stood erect at the back, she came 
 back into the kitchen, asking, 
 
 " Shall I do a hand s turn for you, Lucy ? " 
 
 " No, no ; sit you down in the great chair by the win 
 dow. You re quite too fine for anything useful. How 
 happen you all dressed up before dinner ? " 
 
 " Why, Betty LeBaron asked me to come and spend 
 the day with her, and to meet her sweetheart, Ammy 
 Bobbins, the parson s brother, you know." 
 
 " Well, why did n t you go ? " asked Lucy Hammatt, 
 absently, as she tasted and savored some golden com 
 pound in a wooden bowl. 
 
 Why I well, oh, never mind ! " 
 
 " Why, Patty, what s upset you so ? You look fit to 
 cry, you silly wench. What s to do, child ? " 
 
 " Well, Betty Foster told me not half an hour ago, 
 that they are all saying " 
 
 " Stop now, Patty ! Who s they ? " 
 
 " Oh, Becca Fuller, and Molly and Nancy Mayhew, 
 and the rest, I don t know just who," pouted Patty. 
 
 " Father always used to say that maybees did n t fly 
 except in May, and this is September, so never mind 
 them, and Betty Foster had better read what the Apostle 
 James says of the tongue. Come, now, what was it after 
 all ? Tell me quick, before I put my cake to bake." 
 
 " Well, she said they said I was courting Isaac 
 LeBaron there then ! " 
 
 "And is it true, Patty?" 
 
 * You know it is n t, Lucy Hammatt." 
 
 " Well, then, what do you care ? Suppose they said 
 I had but one leg and t other was a wooden one, d ye 
 think twould fret me ? " 
 
 Patty laughed, displaying some white teeth and very 
 
130 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 pretty dimples, but as she settled herself in the great 
 roundabout chair at the garden window she said, 
 
 " Well, I could n t go right along to the LeBarons* 
 after that, so I turned in here." 
 
 " And you re welcome, dear, as I said before, but 
 now just sit you quiet and look out o window, or where 
 you will till I get my cake baking, and see to my din 
 ner. Come, now, Flora, t is time to clear out the bake- 
 kettle, and have out the roaster. Where s Toby ? " 
 
 " Just yere, mist ss," replied the portly but benignant 
 negress, coming forward, while Toby, an imp of ten years 
 old or thereabout, poked his head in at the garden door, 
 concluded there was time for a few more somersaults, 
 and disappeared. Martha Rowland sat and looked about 
 her, half pettish, half amused. It was a pleasant scene 
 that met her eye. The great kitchen extending all 
 across the back of the house opened by two windows 
 and a door upon a garden sloping toward the sea, and 
 filled to overflowing with those honest simple flowers 
 that sufficed our grandmothers. Roses and lilies, and 
 pinks, and sweet-williams, and hollyhocks, and mari 
 golds, and heart s-ease, and " daffies," and jonquils, and 
 daisies, and primroses, and a choice bed of " flower-de- 
 luce" crowded and struggled for room, and hastened 
 each as soon as its season allowed, to shoulder out its 
 predecessor, and flaunt abroad its banner of victory. 
 Some basket bee-hives set at one side of a little plot of 
 velvet turf, sent out their murmurous multitude to add 
 the song of happy toil to the idle melodies of crickets 
 and " pipers " and all the merry useless tribe of cicadas. 
 The distant plash of the tide upon the beach came 
 vaguely borne upon the wings of a wind that rustled 
 among the lime tree leaves of Squire Watson s new 
 
LUCY HAMMATTS SUFFLET. 131 
 
 plantation on North Street, and freighting itself with 
 odors of dulce and kelp and such wild scents as are 
 most sweet to dwellers by the sea, added as a tribute to 
 the fair girl waiting to welcome his toying fingers in 
 her hair, a hundred delicate breaths of autumn flowers 
 and ripened fruit and honey-combs, and that strange, 
 pungent, intoxicating, yet saddest of odors, that seems 
 the very breath of early autumn, the smell of dying 
 grass, and falling leaves, and shrinking sap, the fragrant 
 dying kiss of summer. 
 
 Some such thought, or rather, some such consciousness 
 crossed the mind of the girl already saddened enough, 
 as she chose to think, with her own concerns, and with 
 an impatient sigh she turned from the window to look 
 within. 
 
 Here, at least, was a cheerful scene. The great open 
 fireplace was so long that the mouth of the brick oven 
 was inside the jamb, and there was ample room to step 
 inside and, as Flora was now doing, to clear the oven 
 by the summary process of flinging the charred brands 
 upon the fire at the other end of the great cavern of a 
 fireplace, where stood a pair of massive iron andirons 
 or " dogs " as they were often called, each provided 
 on the inner face with a strong hook on which to lay the 
 spit when meat was to be roasted. 
 
 Upborne by these dogs glowed a noble fire built in 
 orthodox and approved style with mighty back log 
 bedded in ashes that it might glow and char but not 
 consume ; a generous forestick to act as a bulwark or 
 sea-wall to hold the mighty flood of flame in place ; a 
 mass of hearty oak sticks between, and when the fire 
 was first lighted in the morning a crown and garniture 
 of shavings, twigs, and such light feathery stuff as might 
 
132 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 suggest the ruddy foam of a sun-tipped sea. On the 
 high mantle-tree shelf, just above the fire, lay the tinder 
 box that was to set this mass of fuel alight, and surely 
 in some bitter winter mornings, when even the banked- 
 up back log gave no warmth to Flora s freezing fingers, 
 she may be pardoned for fancying that " de debbel he 
 very se f," got into " dat yer ole tin er-box, an would n t 
 lef him light up nohow." 
 
 Beside the tinder box stood an array of candlesticks, 
 solid iron ones for kitchen use, japanned tin for bed 
 room lights, and two pair of goodly brass ones, to be 
 placed on the tea-table or to light the housewife at her 
 evening spinning, knitting, or sewing. The snuffers 
 and the extinquishers were not wanting, and the row 
 was closed with a couple of tin lanthorns and another 
 of horn. From a mighty crane above the fire hung, 
 upon their various pot-hooks, the jolly round tea-kettle 
 murmuring low at its exile to the remotest corner, and 
 a couple of pots, one exhaling a delicious odor of wine 
 and spices in spite of the rim of rye dough " luting " 
 the crevice between rim and lid, while two or three skil 
 lets, a sort of saucepan mounted upon legs, stood in va 
 rious degrees of remove from the fire each simmering at 
 its appointed temperature. A smooth hickory board 
 whereon to bake bannocks stood ready for use along 
 with the " creeper " and its cousin the " spider," while 
 in the bake-kettle, or Dutch oven just emptied of its 
 embers by Flora, the mistress was tenderly placing her 
 loaf of pound cake thickly sown with caraway seeds, 
 to be presently covered closely with the hollowed lid 
 heaped with live coals, and there to rise, and crisp, and 
 brown in undisturbed fruition until after the bake-ket 
 tle was nearly cold, when the cake would emerge more 
 
LUCY HAMMATT S SUFFLET. 133 
 
 perfect and more delicious than anything we degenerate 
 feeders ever dream of. 
 
 " Is there aught for dinner beyond the seed-cake ? " 
 inquired saucy Patty, as her sister rose flushed and 
 triumphant from her knees. " T will be delicate if not 
 very satisfying." 
 
 " Were I to uncover yonder kettle," replied Lucy, 
 good-naturedly, " I 11 warrant you d see as goodly a 
 piece of ollymode beef as even mother ever set on 
 table, and there s a plum-pudding boiling, and oh, 
 you 11 see when dinner time comes. Now, Flora, get 
 those pies in before your oven cools, and the dish of 
 custard close at the mouth to take out first, there, 
 girl, now the door, push it in and chock the stick to 
 hold it firm. That s right, and next you may put 
 down the Carolina potatoes to boil, and at half past, 
 the white ones. Patty, you shall see me make my 
 sufflet ! T is something new in these parts, I warrant 
 you. The captain got me the resait from some great 
 cook in London, but they say it came from France in 
 the beginning, and may be you 11 like it all the better, 
 seeing that Ike LeBaron s gran ther was a mounseer." 
 
 " Now, Lucy " 
 
 " There, there, call it unsaid, only don t hinder me 
 now to quarrel and make up. Toby, see if your master 
 is in sight." 
 
 " Yis m ; jes stannin at de corner here a laffin long 
 o Mas Tom Rowland." 
 
 " He 11 be in on the stroke of twelve eight bells, 
 as he calls it," said the wife, seeming to amplify and 
 heighten in person as she prepared for her grand chef 
 d ceuvre. Come, Flora, get up the dinner. Swing out 
 the crane and take off the ollymode, so that I can 
 
134 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 make the sauce. Everything else is done but dishing, 
 and that you can manage as well as I. Remember the 
 wine sauce is to simmer till you take up the pudding. 
 Are the vegetables ready ? " 
 
 " Jes ready, mist ss." 
 
 " Well, then, there, the sauce is ready and you can 
 dish the beef while I make the sufflet. Fetch the silver 
 dish with the cover, and the wooden spit, and the dredg- 
 ing-box, and a dish of sifted flour, and then the roll of 
 butter that s cooling down the well, and, Toby, you be 
 right on hand." 
 
 " Wish t you had n nebber foun out how ter make 
 dat ting," grumbled Toby ruefully glancing at the 
 preparations, as he pulled off his jacket, remaining in 
 a homespun shirt and trousers all of blue and white 
 check, contrasting finely with his coffee-colored legs and 
 feet. 
 
 " None o you saace, boy, thout you want you* ears 
 boxed," remarked his mother sotto voce, but the mis 
 tress was too busy to be easily disturbed. With her 
 comely arms bare to the elbow and her apron tied close 
 up under her neck, she was jealously examining the 
 long walnut rod, something like a ramrod, handed her 
 by Chloe. Satisfied that it could not be cleaner, she 
 floured her hands, and from the tin pail, beaded and 
 dripping with the icy waters of the well, she took a roll 
 of butter weighing about a pound, and carefully thrust 
 the wooden spit through it lengthwise, balancing the 
 weight as equally as possible. 
 
 " What are you going to do, Lucy ! " exclaimed 
 Patty now thoroughly interested and coming toward 
 the table. " Not roast that butter ! " 
 
 "Just what I am going to do," replied Mistress 
 Hammatt briefly. " Come, Toby ! " 
 
LUCY HAMMATTS SUFFLET. 135 
 
 And Toby with a groan went down on his knees be 
 fore the fire, burned now to a fiery furnace of hickory 
 coals. 
 
 Laying the spit across the hooks on the inside of the 
 great dogs the mistress seized the dredging-box obse 
 quiously handed her by Chloe, and as Toby turned the 
 spit swiftly and steadily, she began shaking flour upon 
 the revolving ball of butter, which before it could melt 
 and drip was covered with a brown glaze of combined 
 flour, butter, and crisp, such as one used to see upon the 
 breast of a well roasted chicken, but now sees only in 
 the fond dreams of a childhood s home. 
 
 Of course, as the heat penetrated, the butter withii 
 broke lava-like through this thin outer crust, but being 
 at once met with a fresh shower of dry flour became in 
 turn an outer crust, to be broken through by a deeper 
 eruption, and so on, and so on, for perhaps half an 
 hour, during which arduous period Toby never ceased 
 to twirl the spit, his mistress never ceased to shake the 
 flour, being every now and then supplied with a fresh 
 dredging-box by the delighted Flora, and Patty, cool 
 and fresh in her muslin gown and cherry ribbons, never 
 ceased to marvel and exclaim. 
 
 " There ! " exclaimed Lucy at length, straightening 
 her back, and pushing the hair from her streaming 
 forehead. " That s done, and a dainty bit you 11 find 
 it, Miss Patty ! " 
 
 "It had need be, for the work it cost," remarked 
 Patty dryly, as she watched her sister deftly deposit the 
 souffle , now a frothing, bubbling mass of golden brown 
 crisp, five or six times its original size, in a handsome 
 silver dish, and put the cover over it. 
 
 " Is everything else on the table, Chloe ? " 
 
136 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Yes m, and Mas Cap n done sharped de carvin* 
 knife two, tree times over." 
 
 " Ay, he s hungry, that s good ! " murmured the 
 wife, from the bedroom where she was hastily washing 
 her face and hands and smoothing her hair. 
 
 " You looked roasted yourself, Lu," said her sister, as 
 the elder emerged drawing down her sleeves. <k Before 
 I d do as much as that for any man ! " 
 
 " That shows you don t love any man," coolly replied 
 Lucy. " Come along, child." 
 
 And the two passed down the cool dim hall to the 
 dining-room, looking out upon the King s Highway. 
 Here awaiting them stood the captain, a good many 
 years older than when we saw him last, and ripened 
 from a handsome stripling to a comely middle-aged man, 
 tall and large of frame, dark of skin, both by nature 
 and long exposure, but with the same keen hazel eyes 
 and masterful mouth as of yore, and with an air of 
 mingled authority and great personal kindliness upon 
 his firm large features. 
 
 " Patty ! Welcome, my lass ! Come to see after your 
 sailor-brother, or is it a motherly oversight of Abe and 
 Lucy ? She s up in Boston visiting her uncle William, 
 and Abe s gone fishing with Ike LeBaron, won t be 
 home till the flow o the tide, and that s bedtime." 
 
 " Ask a blessing, husband, and let us sit down," in 
 terrupted the housewife impatiently. " There s a suf- 
 flet, and that you know can t stand." 
 
 Oh ! " And resolutely closing his eyes against 
 temptations, the captain invoked a hasty blessing, and 
 then sitting down, cried, 
 
 " Off with the cover, Luce, and let us feast our eyes, 
 before we do our palates." 
 
LUCY HAMMATT S SUFFLET. 137 
 
 " T is tolerably successful, I hope," said Lucy, tak 
 ing off the cover and handing it to Toby, now in his 
 jacket and slippers, and modestly gazing upon the 
 seething and tremulous volcano before her. 
 
 " I should say so," replied her husband heartily. " I 
 tell you what it is, Patty Howland, a man that gets Lucy 
 Hammatt s sister for a wife is a lucky man, and so I 
 shall tell Ike LeBaron the first time I see him." 
 
CHAPTER XV. 
 
 THE KING is DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING! 
 
 " THE pusson nex door want speak to you, sah, w en 
 you done breakfas," announced Quashy, coming into the 
 room where Doctor LeBaron with his daughters Eliza 
 beth, Priscilla, and Margaret, and their brothers Fran 
 cis and William, sat at breakfast. 
 
 " The person next door ? What, the new tenant ? " 
 And the doctor smiled grimly. 
 
 " No, sah, not Mas Joseph, but de carpenter pusson, 
 to der side our alley." 
 
 " Why don t you say Master Rickard or William 
 Rickard, you idiot ? " 
 
 " Did n know as he was anybody s mas r, sah. He s 
 in de kitchen wid he hat on." 
 
 " Quash, you re both an anachronism and an exotic. 
 Go show Mr. Rickard into my office. Now, Bess, I 
 shall have to leave you at both ends of the table ; 
 Frank and Bill, look out you don t make your sister any 
 trouble, or I 11 show you into the office myself." 
 
 The office, in a little northerly extension of the house, 
 had a door upon the alley dividing the LeBaron estate 
 from that of Giles Rickard, and here the doctor pres 
 ently found his visitor filling up the doorway with his 
 gaunt loose-jointed figure, and thoughtfully surveying 
 his own premises from the vantage ground of the two 
 steps. 
 
THE KING IS DEAD! 139 
 
 " Ah, good morning, neighbor Rickard ! There s no 
 place like home to you, is there ? " 
 
 " Well, doctor, I don t know ; perhaps I don t justly 
 take in your meaning, but I was thinking my grapes 
 was about ready to gather, and seem a leetle forrarder 
 than yours, now, don t they ? " 
 
 " Like enough, neighbor, I have no time to look after 
 them and the negroes are careless. You re not ailing 
 this morning ? " 
 
 4< Thank the Lord I m never ailing, Doctor. No 
 sir, I only stepped in, in a kind o neighbor fashion, to 
 ask you to just throw an eye over this little account, 
 that I m a-going to render in to the town for building 
 the new parsonage. It s most six months now since 
 Mr. Robbing s folks moved in, and I ve been kind o 
 tinkering round long as I had time " 
 
 " The parson s wife has complained bitterly that you 
 never found time to put up the shelves and hooks and 
 such conveniences that were promised," interrupted the 
 doctor rather severely. Rickard looked slowly and 
 shamefacedly at him. 
 
 " Well, doctor, I 11 allow these little puttering jobs 
 do kind o hang in the wind ; you see there was Deacon 
 Foster s barn had got to be shingled fore the fall rains 
 come on, and then Squire Watson would n t take no for 
 an answer, but I d got to set up his new fence, and so 
 but I guess we 11 call the parsonage job done now, 
 and I 11 send in this little mite of a bill for the balance 
 of the work, next town-meeting, if you think it s all ship 
 shape, and above board." 
 
 " Want I should take a private view, before I inspect 
 it officially, eh ? " 
 
 Well, yes, Doctor, something so. Here t is." 
 
140 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 And from the pocket of his leather breeches, the 
 carpenter produced a small and dirty piece of paper 
 which the doctor, smoothing out upon his table, read 
 aloud : 
 
 Town of Plymouth to William Rickard, Dr 
 
 Finishing the entray with Brackett Sta rs and win- 
 scutt the hoi 52.10. 
 
 Finishing the two front rooms with Brest-work 
 
 over the Chimneys Shelves and Cornishing . . 50.00. 
 
 Finishing the two front chambers and Entray with 
 
 common carving ...... 29.00. 
 
 Finishing the two back chambers .... 25.00. 
 
 Finishing the bedroom with shelves and mop- 
 boards 20.00. 
 
 Finishing the ciching and back stars with all the 
 
 conveniences common . . 18.00. 
 
 194. 10s. Od 
 
 " Why, yes, I don t see but that is all fair, Mr. Rick 
 ard," said the doctor, smiling a little, as he returned the 
 bill, " and I will certainly advise my brother selectmen 
 to approve and settle the account as soon as presented. 
 I hear that you are thinking of moving, Rickard." 
 
 "Well, yes, Doctor, I some think of it. The old 
 house has gone out of our hands fact, folks call it the 
 Allyne house sometimes, right to my face, though its 
 been Rickard property a hundred years or more, but 
 now father s sold out for good and all to Squire Loth- 
 rop, and bein a tenant on your own land don t seem to 
 set well on my stomach, and I guess I 11 be jogging be 
 fore long." 
 
 "We shall be sorry to lose our neighbors," replied 
 the doctor pleasantly. " Your father and I set off this 
 alley, half from each estate, and that is in some sort a 
 link though it be a division." 
 
THE KING IS DEAD! 141 
 
 " They call it LeBaron s Alley, though, never Rick- 
 ard s Alley, that I know of," replied the man slowly. 
 " We Rickards are one of the old anncient fam lies that 
 have run their race, and now had better get out of 
 sight and say no more about it. But Rickards lived 
 in Plymouth before Lothrops ever came off o Cape 
 Cod." 
 
 And with an air of wounded dignity, the carpenter 
 made two strides across the alley and in at his father s 
 garden gate, while the doctor, with a smile of somewhat 
 pensive humor upon his face, put on his hat and coat, 
 and strolled into the street. Next to his own house 
 stood a smaller one built by his stepfather Return Waite, 
 but now owned by the doctor, and occupied by his son 
 Joseph, who some years before this, had married Parson 
 Leonard s pretty daughter Sarah. Next to this, after 
 ward known as the Churchill house, stood a comfortable, 
 substantial new house, with garden ground around it, 
 and a comely young matron standing at the door. 
 
 " Good morrow to you, Mrs. Robbins," said the doc 
 tor, taking his hat quite off his head. " I am happy to 
 hear from Rickard that your house is entirely finished 
 at last." 
 
 " If we call it finished, Doctor," replied the parson s 
 wife, with a dubious smile. " I suppose a man would 
 call it done." 
 
 " But a little healthful exercise remains for the dom 
 inie," suggested the doctor. 
 
 " Mr. Robbins has no time for mechanical labors," 
 began the young wife, rather primly, but was interrupted 
 by a genial voice, as a handsome though somewhat 
 portly figure stepped past her out of the door. 
 
 " Good morning to you, Doctor ! Is my wife telling 
 ill tales of me to my own deacon ? " 
 
142 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Good morrow to you, Parson, but the ill tales are 
 no more certain than that I am a deacon, or shall be." 
 
 " Yes, yes, Doctor LeBaron, you must serve the Lord 
 like the rest of us, when you are called to it. Why 
 I good-by Jennie, for a little time " 
 
 And with an affectionate look into his wife s eyes, the 
 parson stepped down, and moving along by the doctor s 
 side, continued in a lower tone, 
 
 " I depend upon you, sir, as a man older than my 
 self, a godly physician of the body, as I of the soul, and 
 one who knows this place and people, as a stranger can 
 not. It is an awful responsibility, Doctor, yes, awful to 
 be placed, as one who must give account for their souls, 
 over one s fellow mortals, and already I feel at times to 
 say with Moses, I am not able to bear all this people 
 alone, because it is too heavy for me, and I fear indeed 
 that, having preached to others, I shall at the last be 
 found a castaway." 
 
 The doctor s eyes rested keenly upon the speaker s 
 face, marking the painful flush, the knitted brow, the 
 tense lines about the mouth, and then slipping his hand 
 within the other s arm, he turned his footsteps up the 
 steep ascent of Burying Hill, while he slowly an 
 swered, 
 
 " It seems to me, brother, that one set apart for 
 Moses work, should strive rather for Moses faith and 
 reliance upon God, than echo those impatient sayings 
 and lapses of confidence which in the end led to his 
 notable punishment." 
 
 " True, true indeed ! " murmured the young divine. 
 " Unstable as water a faithless shepherd a sloth 
 ful servant ! " 
 
 " Nay, now, Parson, nay," interrupted the doctor in a 
 
THE KING IS DEAD I 143 
 
 lighter tone, " t is no better than selfconceit to turn 
 Moses and the prophets and the gospels into accusation 
 against yourself. It is only Paul who dared call him 
 self chief among sinners, for my part I am content 
 to rank myself among the multitude, bad enough, no 
 doubt, but not excelling, even in wickedness." 
 
 "Perhaps that is more salutary humility than the 
 other," said the minister, pondering. 
 
 " T is more likely to be true. But come, now, par 
 son, if you do really feel that my experience of this 
 people, and the fact of my having after my own fashion 
 served the Lord for more than twice your lifetime, 
 make me an adviser who can be of use a sort of 
 Joshua to your Moses, able to bear up your hands when 
 human strength fails, why, I will be your deacon if 
 the church calls me to it." 
 
 " And in the name of the Lord we both serve, I thank 
 you most heartily " 
 
 " One moment, please ! As I understand this office 
 of deacon, there is no spiritual charge laid upon me, 
 nothing answerable to the office of deacon in the English 
 Church, where it is the first step in Holy Orders ? " 
 
 " Oh no, oh no. Our deacons in the Calvinistic re 
 form of the old Church, are more like those of the 
 Primitive time, Stephen, Philip, and the rest, men set 
 apart to serve tables, succor the poor, see that all things 
 are done decently and in order, and look after the tem 
 poralities of the church; the office is not that of a 
 ruling elder, like our venerable Brother Faunce, so lately 
 gone to his rest. That office will now, I think, fall into 
 disuse." 
 
 " So be it, then, ah, there is my old friend, Leonard. 
 I heard he was in town." 
 
144 DR. LEBARON AND uis DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Then I will leave you," replied the minister, hur 
 riedly. " The Reverend Mr. Leonard and I hold certain 
 points of difference " 
 
 u Being an older man, he is not so rigid as to the 
 lines limiting salvation," suggested the doctor, with his 
 whimsical smile ; but his companion merely bowed hur 
 riedly, and pursued his way over the hill, while LeBaron 
 swerving to the left, climbed the steep little ascent, 
 once the eastern face of the Pilgrim Fort, and joined 
 the gaunt, worn figure of the man who stood with folded 
 arms and fixed gaze, looking down upon the village at 
 his feet, even as Myles Standish, a hundred and thirty 
 years earlier, had stood upon the selfsame spot, and 
 watched the Mayflower swinging at her anchor, while 
 he pondered the possibilities of the future. 
 
 " Hi, neighbor ! Glad to see you again," cried the 
 doctor, panting a little over the shrewd ascent. 
 
 " And I am glad to see you, sir. I was thinking to 
 enter your doors once more before I leave this place, 
 forever." 
 
 " And so you shall ; come and eat your dinner with 
 me to-day, and many a day beside I hope." 
 
 " Nay, the Lord hath told me that my time is at hand. 
 I came hither to-day to look once more upon the place 
 where I, all unworthy, served Him for five and thirty 
 years, and strove with His people even in their own 
 despite, if by any means I might save some ; and yet, 
 I fear me, I fear me ! " 
 
 " Truly, friend, if the Lord is as hard and as grudging 
 a master as you parsons make Him out, it is but sorry 
 work to try to serve Him." 
 
 " What, does yon sleek and comely youth, with his 
 college honors and his skill in tongues, and his adherence 
 
THE KING IS DEAD! 145 
 
 to the most straitest sect, does he find the field a 
 thorny one, and the talent a sore responsibility ? " asked 
 Leonard, excitement blazing in his haggard eyes, and a 
 bitter smile playing about his mouth. 
 
 "He feels his responsibility as an honest minister 
 must do," replied the doctor cautiously. " Are you for 
 a walk, minister ? I have to go and visit a woman just 
 by here, at Prince s Bottom, and the good folk will be 
 glad enough to see you, too." But the sore-hearted man 
 did not hear him. 
 
 " When I look over this village, and think how I have 
 toiled among its people," exclaimed he, waving a gaunt 
 arm over the peaceful view spread out at his feet, 
 " when I consider how I tried every means, perhaps 
 unlawful and ill-advised means, when I brought Gilbert 
 Tennant here, and set him to cry aloud, as a watchman 
 who sees the enemy coming on apace " 
 
 " Ay, but when he cried aloud from the pulpit, that 
 two thirds of our communicants then partaking of the 
 Lord s Supper, were unconverted men and women, what 
 ever else he said was swallowed up in the obloquy of 
 such an accusation," interrupted the doctor, rather 
 hotly, for both he and his wife had been among those 
 communicants. 
 
 " Well, well, there was George Whitefield, later on ; 
 none could say that he was lacking in charity, or Chris- 
 tain courtesy." 
 
 " No, he was a wonderful a truly wonderful 
 preacher." 
 
 " And it was I who brought him to Plymouth, and 
 gave my people this added means of grace ! " exclaimed 
 Leonard. " Yes, and it was I who moved men s hearts 
 to renew the house of God, fallen to decay. It was I 
 
146 DR. LEE AEON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 who visiting from house to house, so exhorted, so pleaded, 
 so insisted, that even the children gave their pennies, 
 and the women their hoarded shillings into the treasury 
 of the temple, and not eight years since, this goodly 
 House at our feet was raised with prayer and thanks 
 giving, and they who were merry among us sang psalms, 
 and joyful shouts of praise went up, and many a man 
 grasped me by the hand and thanked me, that I had led 
 them on to this good work. And now I stand here, a 
 stranger, and an alien, and another man enters into my 
 labors." 
 
 " Do you see this grave, Parson ? * 
 
 " Yes. T is that of Yetmercy Ring, is it not ? " 
 
 " Ay, and that poor child died blessing you, who had 
 not shrunk from her loathly disease, but had, like the true 
 shepherd, carried her in your bosom until you placed 
 her in the arms of her Saviour. Is not one such memory 
 enough to sweeten a good deal of bitterness ? " 
 
 Leonard made no reply, but taking off his hat stood 
 for a moment bareheaded, beside the lonely grave, not in 
 prayer for the departed soul, which would have been to 
 him a grievous sin, but perhaps laying a rebellious and 
 disappointed heart at its Maker s Feet. 
 
 The doctor keenly eyed the face, thus bared to the 
 scorching morning light, and saw there the shadows of 
 a hand already poised to release the self-tormented 
 spirit from its weary and decaying tabernacle, and as 
 the parson resumed his hat, he once more placed his 
 hand within his arm and gently said, 
 
 " After all, I 11 drive instead of walking, and while 
 Quash harnesses, we 11 step in and see your Sarah and 
 my Joe, and their pretty bantlings." 
 
CHAPTER 
 
 MARGOT. 
 
 " I AM going to take the chaise this morning, Bess ; 
 do you want to drive with me ? " 
 
 " Thank you, father, but I promised Phyllis I d help 
 her do up the damsons and greengages to-day." 
 
 " Ay, ay ; well, do enough to fit out two houses 
 while you are about it. You 11 want something sweet 
 to make up for home. I 11 take Pris, where is she ? " 
 
 " Oh what a pity, but she has gone to see Lucy 
 Hammatt. I believe they were to ride into the woods 
 after frost grapes." 
 
 " And Lucy s brother Abr am was to go along and 
 take care of them, I dare say ! Oh, well, the poor old 
 father is to be left all alone, I see. Lyddy, and Molly, 
 and Nan, all with homes of their own, and Tressy in 
 the Barbadoes, and now, you re just on the wing, and 
 Pris cares more for that swarthy lad than for any of 
 her own kin, and my little Margaret is the only one 
 who will remain to civilize this bear-garden of boys, 
 yes, and they are all marrying, too, but that does not so 
 much matter." 
 
 " O father, you do break my heart - in very truth 
 I will stay at home and that right joyfully if you need 
 me!" 
 
 " And would you, lass ? " demanded the father, taking 
 his comely daughter by the shoulders, and gazing into 
 
14,8 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 her face. Not so beautiful a face as Teresa s, not so 
 grand and imposing as Lydia s, but a very sweet and 
 lovely face, pale, yet bright, and radiating a light of 
 goodness that impressed every one who beheld it. Par 
 son Bobbin s brother Ammy thought it the most beauti 
 ful face in the world, and when those soft blue eyes 
 smiled, yes, into his own, and the gentle lips promised 
 that the new parsonage at Norfolk in Connecticut should 
 not long lack a mistress, the young minister feared that 
 earth was becoming too delightsome an abode for "a 
 pilgrim and a stranger." Those sweet lips and sweeter 
 eyes are tremulous with tears just now, yet bravely 
 answer, 
 
 " In very truth I would, father." 
 
 " Thou It make a good wife, girl, who art so good a 
 daughter. Nay then, don t mind my grumbling, Bess, 
 I m getting an old man, and cross, but not such an 
 ogre as to devour maidens lives. Kiss me, girl, and go 
 to thy pickling and potting." 
 
 " T is preserving, father ! " And a showery laugh 
 made sudden sunshine upon the face but now so piteous. 
 "And, father dear, if you will take Margaret for the 
 drive, I 11 have her ready in a little minute." 
 
 " Yes, I 11 take Margot. She 11 chatter my head off, 
 and drive away the sulks, Never mind her dress, I m 
 only going out to Ponds, and they re not fastidious in 
 toilets over there." 
 
 " In five minutes, father." 
 
 And in little more the chaise was at the door, young 
 Pompey anxiously smoothing away some patches of dust 
 from the sorrel mare s sleek sides and putting forelock 
 and mane in their most becoming pose. 
 
 " Pomp, you have n t combed that mare this morn- 
 
MARGOT. 149 
 
 ing ! " exclaimed the doctor sternly, as he placed a foot 
 on the step. 
 
 "Wy, mas r, I done curry-comb him till I fotch 
 blood an got scare. Unc Quash, he say w en he hear 
 parson talk bout all f olkses made o dus an gwine back 
 to it, he alluz t ink o ole Kate, an won er ef she ain 
 mos got back to de fus beginnin ." 
 
 " See here, Pomp ! I think it s the dust in your 
 jacket that gets on the mare, and I m going to tell your 
 father he should take a nice limber hickory rod and try 
 to get it out. As for Quash, he d better consider 
 Deacon Foster s Boston, and Mr. Barnes s Nero, who 
 were dealt with by the church, last Sunday " 
 
 " Here am I, papa ! " interrupted a blithe voice, and 
 a little maid of eight or ten bright summers darted out 
 of the house and into the chaise followed by Elizabeth 
 with a warm gray shawl in her hand. 
 
 " Nay, Peggy, but you must take this ; it will be cold 
 on the shore road, and " 
 
 " Throw it in, Bess ! I 11 see that she wraps herself 
 if there s need. Good-by, child." 
 
 " Good-by, father, be a good girl, Peggy." 
 
 " Of course I 11 be a good girl, for I shall be happy, 
 and when I m happy I m always good." 
 
 " Oh, that s your reading of it, is it, Miss Margot ? " 
 demanded her father, looking affectionately down at the 
 sparkling and glowing little face upturned to his ; a 
 face that reminded one of Teresa s, but more vivid, 
 more mundane, more mutinous, and more combative. 
 
 " Reading of what, papa ? Oh, see, there s Becca 
 Fuller and little Molly, I wonder if Molly don t wish 
 she were in my place and if she don t wonder where 
 we re going. Where are we going, papa ? " 
 
150 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " We re going to Ponds, chatterbox, and first of all 
 to the Miss Nourses. Then I want to take you to see a 
 little girl of your own age who is very unhappy. Her 
 mother is dying, and I don t know where she will find 
 a home. You can be kind to her and say something 
 comfortable, can t you, Margot ? " 
 
 " I don t like people that are unhappy, papa, nor poor 
 people, either," replied the child decisively. " They 
 are so shady and I like the sunshine. Let us talk 
 French now, papa." 
 
 " But, Margot, this little girl is almost as French as 
 you are. Your grandfather was a Frenchman, and her 
 grandmother was a Frenchwoman, although, I dare say, 
 they do not think as much about it as we do." 
 
 " What is her name ? " inquired Margaret, tentatively, 
 " the little girl s, I mean." 
 
 " Deborah Samson." 
 
 " Oh, that s a very ugly name, and not at all French. 
 Now I am Marguerite LeBaron, and that is very 
 French." 
 
 " You little monkey ! Well, Deborah s grandmother 
 was named Bathsheba LeBroche, and she was a very 
 elegant demoiselle who came from Paris with her father 
 when I was a boy, and married one of the Bradfords, 
 which brings her children kin with you, my dear, since 
 your mother was a Bradford." 
 
 " Why, Deborah Samson is the wife of that Captain 
 Samson who used to bring me sugar-stick, and she lives 
 in King Street now, and Tressy didn t like her at 
 least, she did n t want me to talk about her did Cap 
 tain Samson do anything naughty, or why didn t he 
 come any more to bring me sugar-stick and have his 
 dinner ? " 
 
MARGOT. 151 
 
 " See those gulls, Margot ! Ha, t is a fine sight, 
 child, look you now ! " 
 
 And drawing rein on the crest of the hill just beyond 
 Jabez Corner, the doctor leaned forward, his elbow on 
 his knee, drinking in the beauty of that wonderfully 
 beautiful view. 
 
 " Look, Margot, they are at work upon the lighthouse 
 at the Gurnet s Head. See the line like a spider s 
 thread against the blue sky ! T is the derrick they 
 have set up to lift the stones to the top. And beyond, 
 you can see the houses in Marshfield, and what a glory 
 of color and light fills the sky, and sparkles on the sea ! 
 Learn to see Nature, and to love her, child, and you 11 
 spare yourself many a little fret and jar. Your wor- 
 ricows are always short-sighted people." 
 
 " And there are one, two, oh, twenty ships coming in, 
 papa. Some of them will be from the West Indies with 
 fruit and sweeties for me. Perhaps one is from Barba- 
 does and there is a box from Tressy. When will 
 Tressy come home, papa ? " 
 
 " Your brother needs her to look after him and his 
 little ones," replied the doctor, in a constrained voice. 
 " See there is a brig flying your brother Goodwin s pri 
 vate signal ! Lyddy will have another silk gown." 
 
 " She has too many now," exclaimed the child, pet 
 tishly. " She is too rustly, I like nice soft people like 
 Tressy and Bess. Papa, is there any ship there from 
 France ? " 
 
 " I cannot tell so far away, but prythee, little maid, 
 why do you care so much for France, which you never 
 saw ? Corne, now, if we have time, instead of going to 
 see Deborah Samson, we will drive to Oberry, where some 
 of the French Neutrals live, and you shall try your skill 
 in talking French with the little lasses there." 
 
162 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Oh, yes, papa, that will be fine, but how came 
 French people in Oberry ? " 
 
 " T is a sad story, Margot, yes, and a bad story, too. 
 A great many years ago, much longer ago than when 
 your grandfather came to this country, a company of 
 emigrants from Normandy," 
 
 "In the north of France, but we came from the 
 south," interrupted the child. 
 
 " Ay ? I am glad to know that, mademoiselle ! Pray 
 how did you find it out ? But let me tell my story, and 
 don t interrupt. It is not good manners." 
 
 " I will be gentile" murmured Margot, with a little 
 grimace, and the doctor went on in a dreamy sort of 
 voice, 
 
 " Coming from tne nortn, tney settled in the north of 
 this country, and named their home Acadie, because it 
 was so fair. It is now called Nova Scotia, and some 
 hard, cold, money-getting people from England and 
 Scotland call it their land and their home." 
 
 "Well, papa!" 
 
 " Oh, yes, I was forgetting I had other company 
 than my own. Well, dear, Acadie belonged then to 
 France, but England wanted it, and so by purchase and 
 by conquest it became hers. But these dear people 
 of Acadie were not to be bought and sold like their 
 lands, nor were they easily to be conquered, for they 
 loved their own country, their beautiful France, and 
 they would not even pretend to be the subjects of the 
 enemy of France." 
 
 " Is that England, papa ? " 
 
 " Yes, child. So a few years ago, an army, and one 
 of our townsmen in command of it was sent to drive 
 these people out, to scatter them up and down in a Jand 
 
MARGOT. 153 
 
 where they knew not the customs, or the language, or 
 the means of livelihood, their property confiscated, 
 their families divided, only their lives left, and they, 
 ruined." 
 
 "Oh, papa!" 
 
 " I warned you that it was a sad tale, child, and yet 
 you should know it, for it is history. The English gov 
 ernment ordered, and our own townsman was so unfor 
 tunate as to be obliged to carry out the mandate, that 
 the village of Grand Pr, in the Basin of Minas in 
 Acadie, should be depopulated, all property confiscated, 
 and the lands revert to the British Crown. I dare saj 
 Winslow did as well as he could, but it was sorry worl 
 for an honest man. The men were captured in theii 
 church and thrust on board the war vessels, and the 
 women and children followed, but no pains were taken 
 to keep the families together, or to trans-ship those who 
 were divided surely that might have been done ! 
 The houses were burned, the herds and flocks left to 
 die of neglect, the crops to perish on the ground " 
 " Oh, papa ! It seems as if it were I who was hurt." 
 " There speaks your French blood, Margot ! Yes, 
 to me it has always seemed as if it were I and mine 
 who were so cruelly dealt with, and I was glad when 
 General Winslow brought some of his captives within 
 my reach. Seventeen of them came to the Old Colony 
 with him, and about half that number live up here at 
 Oberry, the rest in Kingston and Marshfield." 
 
 " And you will take me to see them, dear papa ? " 
 " Yes, if there is time after my visit to the Miss 
 Nourses, but here we are at their door. Sit you still, 
 till I see if I have to stay any time ; or, no, you had bet 
 ter get out and look at the turkeys ; they have a big 
 
154 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 flock, and a peacock as well." So Margot, forgetting 
 Acadie and its tragedy, ran and skipped after the tur 
 keys, and picked herself a posy, and munched an apple 
 or two, and enjoyed the crisp autumn air and the new 
 scene, with all the volatile facility of her French nature. 
 
CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 " WHO SALTED THIS PUDDING ? " 
 
 " AND how is Miss Kezia, to-day ? " inquired the 
 doctor, as he unceremoniously walked into the kitchen 
 of the primitive old farmhouse, thereby seriously start 
 ling a long, lank, and yellow woman of uncertain age 
 who just then entered the room, bearing a twelve quart 
 pan of milk in her hands. 
 
 " Land o Goshen, Doctor ! You ve sca at me out 
 of a week s growth ! " exclaimed she, setting down the 
 milk-pan, wiping her bony hand upon a generous apron 
 of blue and white homespun check, and then shaking 
 hands with the added welcome of a gap-toothed smile. 
 "Howd y do?" 
 
 " If the week s growth would have been lateral I 
 beg your pardon, if vertical I congratulate you, Miss 
 Mirny. I am very well," replied the doctor, gravely 
 reciprocating the handshake, and smiling at one corner 
 of his mouth. " But how is Miss Kezia ? " 
 
 " Well, she ain t a mite better, and that s a fact. I 
 sez to Keery only this morning, sez I, Keery, I m most 
 afraid it s a-going to go hard with Keezy, I am. " 
 
 "Oh, I hope not, I hope not," replied the doctor, 
 kindly. " Shall I go up to see her ? " 
 
 " Well, if you 11 please be seated just a minute, I 11 
 run up and see. Teer and Do are settin with her just 
 
156 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 now. Keery and I watched. Take the roundabout, 
 Doctor." 
 
 " Don t hurry yourself, Miss Mirny, I can wait a lit 
 tle," and the doctor, drawing the roundabout chair 
 with its patchwork cushion near the fireplace, big and 
 cavernous as those others which we have contemplated, 
 rubbed his hands over the cheerful blaze, and mur 
 mured with a smile, " In all the land were no women 
 found so fair as the daughters of Job, but the charm 
 has been broken by transplantation ! " 
 
 And in effect, Job Nourse, torn between a native 
 sense of humor, and an implanted horror of such light 
 conversation and pursuits as occupy the unconverted, 
 had, like many of his co-religionists, found his amuse 
 ment among those sacred matters which the uncon 
 verted generally respectfully let alone, and had named 
 his three elder daughters, Jemima, Kezia, and Keren- 
 Happuch ; some years later, a brace of twin girls closed 
 the family record, and these, Parson Leonard, then just 
 settled in Plymouth, insisted upon naming Dorothea 
 and Theodora, soon contracted to Do and Teer, while 
 the first three softened into Mirny, Keezy, and Keery. 
 
 But now Job slept with his fathers, leaving his five 
 daughters to carry on the farm by the aid of " hired 
 help," and to prove, long before the question was ever 
 agitated, " woman s right " to do man s work if she has 
 capacity and opportunity, and to eat her bread in the 
 sweat of her brow and the wear and tear of her nervous 
 system. 
 
 " Will you be pleased to step up stairs, Doctor," said 
 a more childish voice than Jemima s at the doctor s back, 
 and rising with a smile he held out his hand, saying : 
 
 " Good morning, Miss Teer. I am glad to see you 
 looking so well ! " 
 
"WHO SALTED THIS PUDDING?" 157 
 
 u Well, I m tol able, thank you, Doctor, but we re 
 consid able worried over Keezy. She don t seem to 
 gain none." 
 
 " Let us see, let us see, my dear," replied the doctor, 
 vaguely, as he obeyed the summons. 
 
 A little half hour later he returned, followed by 
 Keery, or Keren-Happuch, the longest, leanest, and yel 
 lowest of the five sisters. 
 
 " I will wait for a while and watch the effect of the 
 draught I have just given," said he gravely. " If that 
 does not do, I shall try something stronger." 
 
 " And anyway you 11 stop over dinner, won t you, 
 Doctor ? Of course you will, though we know our livin 
 is n t like what you get down town to Squire Lothrop s, 
 and Mr. Elkanah Watson s, and them folks, not to men 
 tion your own, which I m sure is just as good as any 
 one s or was in your wife s time, the first one I mean, 
 she that was a Bartlett, and the Bartletts was always 
 famous for good living " 
 
 " I 11 stay with much pleasure, Miss Keery, but I 
 don t suppose you could give my little girl anything. 
 You never have symbols up here at Ponds, do you ? " 
 
 " Why, of course we have simballs, Doctor LeBaron, 
 well, there now, ain t I a chowder-head, not to see 
 that you was only poking fun at me. Yes, indeed, we 11 
 find a simball for the little girl, and some dinner too. 
 Which of em is it, Doctor ? Little Teresy ? " 
 
 " No," and a tone of pain struck through the doc 
 tor s cheery voice, " there s only one to be called little 
 now, and that is Margaret, the youngest. I left her out 
 there looking after the turkeys." 
 
 " Land sake ! I hope that old gobbler won t run at 
 her! He takes a notion to fight children once in a 
 while." 
 
158 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " He d better not try to fight Margot, she d make 
 short work of him," laughed the doctor. " But I 11 go 
 and look after her and the horse." 
 
 " Let me go, Doctor ; I d like to show the little girl 
 my posy bed, and things, and I 11 holler to Jabez to 
 put up your horse. You set right down to the fire and 
 wait. Guess I 11 salt that pudding fore I go out." 
 
 And swinging forward the crane Keren-Happuch 
 peered into a kettle hanging from it, stirred the con 
 tents vigorously with a flattened stick left boiling in it, 
 threw in a small handful of salt from a cloth bag sus 
 pended in the chimney-corner, and replacing the cover 
 so far as the stick would allow, swung the kettle back 
 to its temperate corner, and went out. Hardly had the 
 door closed behind her than another opened to admit 
 Jemima, who came in rolling down her sleeves, and 
 wearing the half smile of conscious deserving. 
 
 11 There, I Ve done out thirty pound of butter this 
 morning sides all my tearing round after that chore boy 
 who never does a thing without I m at his heels. Be 
 your folks going to want a kag o butter this Fall, Doc 
 tor?" 
 
 " Oh yes, that was one thing my Bess told me to re 
 member this morning, and I believe she wants some 
 fresh butter to-day, if you have some not salted." 
 
 " Now that s too bad. I have n t got a mite of butter 
 in the house but what s salted, but I 11 churn again in 
 three days time if I live, and I 11 set out four or five 
 pounds for you before I go anigh the salt-bag, though 
 how you can like that mis able brashy stuff I don t see. 
 Why even the Bible says salt is good, and you re a 
 Bible Christian I know, Doctor." 
 
 But the doctor did not reply, his whole attention be- 
 
"WHO SALTED THIS PUDDING 1 ?" 159 
 
 ing concentrated on a psychological phenomenon, en 
 acted before him. When Jemima spoke of the salt- 
 bag, her eyes traveled toward it, and as she expati 
 ated upon the virtues of salt, her feet automatically fol 
 lowed her eyes, and, her hand groping for the mouth of 
 the bag and seizing a portion of the salt, she finished by 
 throwing it into the mush-kettle, and vigorously stirring 
 the contents, while her poor faded eyes fastened upon 
 the doctor s face, eagerly demanding assent to her last 
 proposition. It was a delightful instance of a dual ac 
 tion of the brain, and interested the doctor exceedingly. 
 
 " Keery ! Keery ! I want you a minute ! " called a 
 voice from up stairs, and Miss Mirny, hastily swinging 
 back the mush-kettle, hastened to obey the summons. 
 A whispered colloquy ensued, and through the half-open 
 door Theodora and Dorothea slid into the room, their 
 arms entwined in that girlish abandon so attractive in 
 maidens of forty or thereabout. 
 
 u Doctor, we re so glad you are going to stay to 
 dinner, though we have n t anything but very common 
 doings, to-day, " began Do. 
 
 " I don t know as we have any day," added Teer, in 
 a g*ggl e > an( i ^ nen both giggled, for one of the charms of 
 these twins was, that whatever one did the other also did, 
 the reason probably that neither ever married, since the 
 law forbids two women, although twins, to marry one 
 man. 
 
 " I hope the pudding has n t got burned," chirruped 
 Teer, running toward the fire. 
 
 " Oh, I hope not ! " echoed Do, running after her 
 and pressing close to her sister s side as she drew out 
 the kettle and peered into it. 
 
 " No, I guess not, it stirs free," answered Teer, plun 
 ging her hand into the salt-bag, " I 11 salt it ! " 
 
160 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Let me salt it, too," cried Do. " You take half a 
 handful, and I 11 take half a handful, and both of us 
 fling it in together ! " And with much girlish demon 
 stration, both of their affection for each other, and their 
 infantile condition of artlessness, the twins each took a 
 small handful of salt out of the bag, and stirred it into 
 the pudding. 
 
 " Oh, Do ! " cried Teer, with a little skip of ecstasy, 
 as they stepped back from the fireplace, "there is a 
 dear, sweet little girl coming up from the barn witL 
 Keery ! Is she yours, Doctor ? " 
 
 " Yes, a little playfellow for you girls," replied the 
 doctor, dryly. But the twins, without stopping to appre 
 ciate the sarcasm, if indeed they could, were tripping 
 each other up, in eagerness to reach and caress Mar 
 garet, who, truth to tell, received their advances rather 
 disdainfully. 
 
 Left alone at the fireside, Doctor LeBaron allowed 
 himself a very peculiar liberty, and that, with a smile 
 much wider than he generally enjoyed ; drawing forward 
 the crane as he had seen the others do, he took off the 
 lid, grasped a good handful of salt from the open mouth 
 of the bag, stirred it in, replaced the lid, and swung the 
 kettle back, just as the twins with Keery and Margaret 
 tripped through the open door with much shrill laughter 
 and exclamation. 
 
 They found the doctor leaning back in the round 
 about chair, his chin resting in his hand, his eyes medi 
 tatively fixed on the fire. 
 
 " Your dear pa looks tired, Magaretta," murmured 
 Teer, in a stage aside. " Go and give him a kiss, I guess 
 that s what he wants." 
 
 " Oh, Teer ! " giggled Do, with her hands pressed 
 
"WHO SALTED THIS PUDDING?" 161 
 
 upon her mouth, as if to subdue immoderate mirthc 
 " Ain t you ashamed ? " 
 
 " I sh d think you might both of you be ashamed to 
 some purpose," growled Keren-Happuch, who, having 
 been called upon to " mother " the twins, some twenty 
 years before, had not noticed that they were now old 
 enough to mother Margaret. " Go and set that table, 
 and don t act like fools." 
 
 Somewhat subdued by this reproof, the babes obeyed, 
 and in a short time dinner was upon the table. It con 
 sisted of two dishes literally, for the piece de resistance, 
 universally known as " b iled dinner," was all heaped 
 upon a huge pewter platter, worth to-day more dollars 
 than the Miss Nourses ever saw at one time. 
 
 It consisted of a large piece of corned, or rather 
 salted, beef, another of salt pork, a cabbage, plenty of 
 turnips arranged in a wreath around the edge of the 
 platter, some dumplings of rye meal, and a few carrots 
 gracefully garnishing the apex of the mound. A mighty 
 steam, full of flavor and odor, arose from the dish, and 
 Margot, wrinkling her delicate little nose, whispered in 
 French to her father, 
 
 " It s not nice, I don t want any ! " 
 
 "Bad manners, and bad French, Margot," replied 
 the doctor in the same tone, while the twins, who, laugh 
 ing vociferously, had retired to the back kitchen or sink- 
 room, as it was called, carrying the mush-kettle between 
 them, returned, Do bearing a huge wooden bowl full of 
 golden " nasty-pudding," and Teer, a brown stone pitcher 
 of buttermilk. These were placed at the other end of 
 the table from the pewter platter of b iled dinner, while 
 a smaller pewter plate of cold bannocks, that is, 
 a thin cake of rye and Indian meal, baked in a creeper 
 
162 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 over the coals, was put down anywhere, and Jemima 
 emphatically placing another stone pitcher of cider be 
 side the milk, briefly said, 
 
 " Set up to your victuals, folks ! Doctor, you sit in 
 father s place, poor man, and, sis, you come up here, by 
 me." 
 
 " I d rather sit by papa," replied Margot, her eyes 
 flashing at the address, and the doctor hastened to say, 
 
 " Yes, Miss Mirny, she s a naughty girl, sometimes, 
 and I have to keep her ears within reach." 
 
 " Oh, sho, I don t believe that ! Well, set up, set up. 
 Teer, you can eat now, and then go up and stay with 
 Keezy while Keery comes down." 
 
 " 1 11 have to go, too," interposed Do, childishly. 
 
 " Well, I guess you 11 have to stay down for once and 
 help me wait on the table ; the doctor and little miss 
 ain t used to roughing it, same as we are," said Jemima, a 
 little tartly, for something in Margot s manner and ex 
 pression had come near her New England pride, perhaps 
 the most sensitive of any in the world. 
 
 The doctor s quick tact perceived the little annoyance, 
 and as he passed the plates, rapidly loaded by the hostess 
 with a portion of everything heaped upon the great platter, 
 he so seasoned the coarse fare with jest and anecdote, 
 and little flatteries and attentions, that Miss Mirny s 
 long yellow face was soon broadened by a series of 
 smiles, genially overlapping each other, and her raspy 
 voice completely lost its edge, while the twins simpered 
 and laughed and said, "Oh my!" so constantly, that 
 when Jemima directed, 
 
 " Now, Do, take off the b iled vittles, and let s have 
 the pudding genteel by itself," poor Do had hardly eaten 
 anything at all. 
 
"WHO SALTED THIS PUDDING t" 163 
 
 " When we have a sweet pudding and sa ace, Doctor, 
 we have it in the new-fashioned way, before the meat." 
 explained Jemima, wiping away the tears of laughter, 
 " but just hasty-pudding so, we don t mind, and eat it 
 right along any time. I m real mortified I did n t have 
 nothing fit to eat to-day, but I did n t know as you d 
 come fore noon, and Keezy needing so much care, I 
 guess I ve got kind o slack, but help yourself to some 
 pud n now, and give Marg et some. Do you like butter 
 milk along with it, or melasses? It ain t no use pre 
 tending, though, for fact is we ain t got no melasses 
 to-day ; we got clean run out of em before I knew it, 
 and Land o Goshen ! What s got into this pudding ! 
 Why, I know I salted it, but good Lord ! Twins, did 
 you salt it too ? " 
 
 " Why, yes, we both salted it ! " cried the twins, chok 
 ing with pudding and laughter, and Keery, who, driven 
 by famine, had come down to look after her dinner, 
 stood at the door staring, and exclaiming 
 
 " Ain t the pudding salted ? Why, I m sure I 
 salted it, handsome ? " 
 
 " And I salted it," quietly remarked the doctor ; " I 
 saw that everybody else did, and I thought it was the cus 
 tom of the house. Is it too salt ? " 
 
 " Well, you just take a taste, and see, Doctor Le- 
 Baron," said Jemima, half inclined to be offended, but 
 concluding to laugh, and all the more that Keren-Hap- 
 puch couldn t see the joke, and insisted upon having it 
 explained. 
 
 "Well, there s the simballs, anyway! " exclaimed she, 
 at length. " Maybe they 11 go good enough with a piece 
 of cheese and some cider, though I was laying out to 
 wrop em up and give em to sis to eat going home- 
 Children are always hungry." 
 
164 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " So am I, for your i simballs, " said the doctor in a 
 plaintive voice, which made them all laugh again, while 
 Mirny going into the butt ry presently returned with a 
 great piece of cheese and a plate of those fried cakes 
 which we call dough-nuts, and which once were called 
 symbols, because they were the survival of certain eccle 
 siastical dainties known in old Saxon days as Mary s 
 cakes, cross-buns, and various emblematic forms, supposed 
 to show a devotional intention, or to protect the eater from 
 poison, or the evil eye. Miss Mirny s mind had never 
 been burdened with folk-lore of this sort, and she did 
 not even know that simballs stood for symbols, but she 
 cut her dough into stars, and triangles, and five fingers, 
 and globes, just as her Saxon ancestors had done before 
 her, and very savory and toothsome they were. The 
 doctor ate heartily, and praised loudly, and even Mar- 
 got deigned to take a second and a third, and to drink a 
 mug of the sweet buttermilk, until wiping his lips and 
 rising from the table, her father said, 
 
 " And now I will step up and see Miss Kezia again, 
 and then we must go, for I have other visits to pay. 
 Miss Mirny, you don t mind my salting the pudding, do 
 you ? It was quite spoiled before I touched it, you 
 know." 
 
 " Lor sakes, no, doctor ! It s worth a dozen kittles 
 of hasty pudding to hear you talk and tell, for an hour 
 or so." 
 
 Miss Kezia was really better, and as the doctor, 
 promising to come again on the morrow, went out to 
 his chaise, with Margot by his side, Jemima, Keren- 
 Happuch, Dorothea, and Theodora followed them to the 
 door and stood, a long, lean, yellow, but smiling group 
 upon the doorstep. 
 
CHAPTER XVIII. 
 
 AN ACADIAN PRIVATEER. 
 
 CAPTAIN SIMEON SAMSON was in evil case, and the 
 grounds of his misfortunes were more lofty than his 
 private fortunes. 
 
 France and Erfgland still were quarreling over Can 
 ada, and, especially, trying to decide the precise boun 
 dary lines of Acadia, which had indeed been settled by 
 the Treaty of Utrecht in 1713, but very much after the 
 fashion in which a big boy gives his jack-knife to his 
 his little brother, " if he can get it ! " 
 
 Not that Mad. De Pompadour, or whatever favorite 
 governed France at the moment, ever Compelled Louis 
 XV. to absolutely repudiate his share of the treaty ; 
 but when the line was to be drawn between the ceded 
 and the retained territory, France claimed that Acadia 
 only meant the southern half of the peninsula, now 
 called Nova Scotia, while England indignantly con 
 tended that it meant everything east of a line drawn 
 from the mouth of the Kennebec to Quebec, a very im 
 portant difference, as the English claim included the 
 southern bank of the St. Lawrence with the command 
 ing headland of Gaspe at its mouth. So there was war 
 in the land, and the Acadians, the most unreasonably 
 loyal people in history, fought desperately on the side 
 of France, who coldly repudiated and sold them, 
 against England who, partly for humanity s sake, and 
 
166 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 partly because she saw in them valuable citizens, and 
 wanted them to stay quietly and raise crops, and catch 
 fish, and make cider to be sold to the Army commissa 
 ries, offered them all sorts of liberal terms and privileges, 
 including protection in their religion, very obnoxious 
 to the English nostrils under the Hanoverian reign. 
 
 But the Acadians were simple folk, and knew but 
 one form of loyalty; so through a forty years proba 
 tion, and a succession of mild and generous governors, 
 each one of whom felt that he was the man to settle 
 the Acadian question and found that he was n t, the 
 French Neutrals, as they came to be called, had but one 
 answer to give to every form of argument or entreaty. 
 They knew no sovereign but the King of France, and 
 although they would take oath never to fight either for 
 or against him, they would die before swearing uncon 
 ditional allegiance to England, with the risk of being 
 called upon to serve against their own countrymen. 
 
 This was their simple confession of faith, and it never 
 once varied in spirit, and not much in word, through 
 forty years of incessant endeavor upon the part of Eng 
 land to induce a recantation. 
 
 One must respect faith so staunch, and loyalty so un 
 swerving, but yet what power could consent to enter 
 tain some eight or ten thousand " Neutrals " with a 
 hereditary attachment to its mortal enemy, within its 
 borders ? Sound policy dictated that the Acadians 
 must be assimilated or banished; the former course 
 they resisted with a bland obstinacy infinitely irritating 
 to the English governors, and at last the latter course 
 was resolved on by Pitt at home, and carried out by 
 Gov. Lawrence upon the spot, through men of the New 
 England contingent, which he had summoned to his aid. 
 
AN ACADIAN PRIVATEER. 16T 
 
 Unfortunately, Lieutenant-colonel John Winslow was 
 the man ordered to deport the inhabitants of the Basin 
 of Minas, and being a soldier he must obey his orders, 
 or resign his position. Perhaps he might have done 
 his duty more gently and shown himself more careful 
 of the domestic interests and affections of those he 
 made his prisoners. Perhaps but how few men find 
 the wisest and best method of performing a painful and 
 distracting duty, and how few agents of an odious act 
 receive justice at the hands of posterity ! 
 
 It is comfortable to know, however, that although the 
 exiles were scattered all down the Atlantic coast, from 
 Massachusetts to Florida, they were allowed to retain 
 their money and household goods, and so soon as they 
 were steady upon their legs in the new home, began 
 preparations to return to the old one. Before two 
 months were over, many had done so, and in course of 
 time, about two thirds of the whole number deported 
 had, with the serene persistence of their character, 
 found means to again become Acadians of Acadia, and 
 so long as they were unobtrusive were not disturbed. 
 Evangeline and Gabriel did not find their way back, to 
 be sure, and the great poet s song of their lives and 
 their death is sweeter and more pathetic than history. 
 But yet to my mind there is something far nobler in the 
 spectacle of a people stoutly choosing loss, exile, and 
 great suffering in preference to disloyalty, than in the 
 poet s picture of childlike endurance of unmerited 
 wrong, whose origin cannot be guessed. I would write, 
 
 " Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori," 
 
 upon a monument set in the fields of Grand Pre, 
 rather than, 
 
168 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Daily injustice is done, and might is the right of the 
 
 But Governor Lawrence and his subordinates had not 
 been able to capture all the Acadians, and, as we have 
 said, very many of the exiles returned as soon as pos 
 sible to their old homes, and having been stirred beyond 
 their original passive opposition became active antago 
 nists, collecting at various points, notably the Bay of 
 Chaleur (so named by Jacques Cartier because he hap 
 pened to sail into it first upon a hot summer day), Che- 
 necto Bay, Miramichi, and Richibucto, where they occu 
 pied themselves in fitting out small privateers, and or 
 ganizing, with the help of the Indians, surprise parties 
 to cut off supplies from the English posts, to harry the 
 English settlements and to give all the information and 
 aid possible to the French forces. 
 
 One of the most formidable of these privateers, com 
 manded by the notorious Joseph Brossard, cruising in 
 the Bay of Fundy, fell in, one pleasant morning, with 
 the brigantine Lydia out of Plymouth, laden with sup 
 plies of various sorts for the fort at the mouth of the 
 St. John, then called by the French Fort Royal, and 
 now by the English, Fort Frederick. 
 
 The Lydia could neither fight nor fly, and having 
 vainly tried the latter course, was compelled, much to 
 the chagrin of her young commander, to surrender. 
 Brossard did not spare him the humiliation of the de 
 feat, especially when he heard his destination. 
 
 " St. John ! St. John ! " exclaimed he, in the patois 
 used by the habitans as English. " Kennel of dogs ! 
 Some day we will revenge the slaughter your Monckton 
 made of us not five years ago there. Some other 
 Circe will be found, and some other Ulysses will be 
 wrecked." 
 
AN ACADIAN PRIVATEER. 169 
 
 ** Don t know what all that means," remarked Sim 
 eon Samson gruffly, as he eyed the tumultuous proceed 
 ings of the prize crew getting the Lydia under sail to 
 follow her captor. 
 
 " What ! Do not you know that these dogs of Eng 
 lishmen captured one hundred and fifty French habi- 
 tans, free Acadians, subjects of our most glorious king, 
 and put them on board the Circe to carrv r into exile like 
 those others, and the brave fellows rose, and seized the 
 vessel and carried her into what you call St. John, and 
 made captive the crew, and later, when ;> T our men came 
 to recapture her, we burned her before their eyes, and 
 when your Monckton arrived, and after slaughtering all 
 its defenders recaptured the fort, his schooner Ulysses 
 went upon the rocks and was wrecked. That, my lad, 
 is what happens to all who try to take Fort Royal, or to 
 aid and provision it." 
 
 " Oh, well, we won t fight with our tongues since we 
 can t with our guns," said Samson, rather contemptu 
 ously. " What are you going to do with me ? " 
 
 " I will take you and your supplies to our brave men 
 in Baie Chaleur," replied Brossard, complacently. " The 
 supplies we will consume, and the brigantine must be 
 ransomed by its owners, and you shall be prisoner until 
 the ransom money comes, you and the ship s papers." 
 
 " Good Lord ! " groaned Samson. It may be months, 
 may be a year, and maybe Goodwin and Warren won t 
 think I m worth a ransom." 
 
 " Yes, yes, a brave young fellow like you is worth 
 much money to his owners," said Brossard, running his 
 eye over the fine proportions, resolute face, and daunt 
 less bearing of his captive. 
 
 " The brigantine shall be sent home with a few hands. 
 
170 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 and you shall write to your owners and your friends 
 you have a wife ? " 
 
 " Yes, what s that to you ? " 
 
 " Oh, she will go and plead to these owners ; she is 
 young, she is beautiful, she still loves you " 
 
 "There, that will do, Brossard. We Englishmen 
 don t hide behind our wives petticoats, nor do we talk 
 about them to every master of a picaroon that we may 
 come across. I will write to my owners, Goodwin and 
 Warren, of Plymouth in the Colony of Massachusetts 
 Bay " 
 
 " Plymouth Plymouth ! That is where Jean Dau- 
 din, and Pere Bergeron, and Simon Martin are exiled. 
 They wrote a letter to my beau-fils Alexander Bros 
 sard." 
 
 " Yes, I heard there were some French Neutrals bil- 
 letted on Plymouth," said Samson carelessly, " but I 
 never saw any of them." 
 
 " Tell me then what sort of hole is this Plymouth, 
 and how my brothers are treated by your dogs of Eng 
 lish." 
 
 " Come, man, I m your prisoner, and all the laws of 
 nations say that it s for you to keep a civil tongue in 
 your head, and treat me pretty much as you d fancy 
 me to treat you, if we took turn about. Know what I 
 mean, commander ? " 
 
 " Yes, I know what you mean. You re a bold fel 
 low and your owners will pay the ransom quick, quick ! " 
 
 " Well, then, don t forget it, and I ll spin you a yarn 
 about Plymouth, and you can tell me what s the matter 
 with you folks up here, and what maggot s got into 
 your brains that you don t want to be Englishmen." 
 
 So accepting his situation as " the fortune of war," 
 
AN ACADIAN PRIVATEER. 171 
 
 and making the best of it, Samson filled his pipe, 
 quaffed a mug of his host s heady cider, and settled 
 himself for one of those sailor s " yarns " of which, 
 truth to tell, he was remarkably fond. So agreeable, 
 in truth, did he make himself, that when, some four 
 days later, Brossard dropped anchor in Baie Chaleur 
 and prepared to set his prisoner ashore, he would have 
 embraced him, had not the Englishman held him off by 
 main force, shaking hands instead and saying, 
 
 " No, no, mate, I don t kiss tarry-breeks nor whisk 
 ers, though I wish you just as well as if I did." 
 
 " Nay, but you have stolen my heart, Samson ! You 
 have done me wrong, for I never can hate an English 
 man, again." 
 
 " No, but you 11 spite them just the same," replied 
 Samson, coolly. " A man of your years is n t made over 
 as easily as all that." 
 
 " But you are unkind, my Samson," expostulated 
 Brossard, " and yet, that shall not hinder my making 
 the best arrangements possible for your captivity. My 
 friend Gaspard Brunei has charge of the fort, and I 
 shall charge him to give you of the best we find in your 
 Lydia s stores, to eat and to drink." 
 
 " I won t touch bit nor sup of stolen goods," inter 
 rupted Samson stoutly. " If I m a prisoner of war 
 I m entitled to rations, but let them look out not to 
 feed me on the Lyddy s stores or I 11 brain the turn 
 key." 
 
CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 SAMSON IN PETTICOATS. 
 
 " FOUR weeks ! Four lifetimes ! Four more, and I 
 shall be a madman and go from here to Bedlam ! 
 
 " What is that you say, dear friend ! Still you com 
 plain of your captivity, and you have the pipe, and the 
 wine, and the books, and the paper and pen and ink, 
 and your poor little friend, The rese, so often as she can 
 come to chat with you ! " 
 
 The young man thus addressed turned from the win 
 dow where he had been shaking the stout iron bars that 
 his namesake could have broken like straws, and ap 
 proached the table where a remarkably pretty young 
 girl was laying out a supper very luxurious for prison 
 fare. 
 
 " I know you have been very good to me, The rese," 
 said he kindly, if a little coldly, <k but my case is beyond 
 cure of dainty food, or books, or even pleasant chat. I 
 want my liberty, The rese. I want to be afloat and 
 bound home. I want to be playing a man s part in the 
 world, and not losing strength and energy cooped up 
 here like a fowl to be fattened." 
 
 He clenched his right hand as he spoke and shot it 
 out as if to try the muscles, then impatiently nipped a 
 little superfluous flesh upon the fore-arm. 
 
 " Yes, I 11 be fit to kill and eat in another month, 
 or I ll kill somebody else or myself or there, child, 
 
SAMSON IN PETTICOATS. 173 
 
 don t stand and look as if the devil had broke loose in 
 your sight. I would never hurt you, little one, though 
 you alone stood in the way of my freedom." 
 
 "No, mon capitan, I do not fear you," said the girl, 
 simply ; " but I am so sorry, I want to help you." 
 
 " Good child but you cannot," said the prisoner 
 absently, and rather indifferently. 
 
 " Will not you come and eat, monsieur ? Here is an 
 omelette aux fines herbes which I made myself, and it 
 will spoil." 
 
 " Four weeks and it may be ten or twenty, or for 
 ever ! " 
 
 The girl stood for a moment watching, as the prisoner 
 strode up and down the cell, teeth and fists clenched, 
 and the haggard look she had marked of late, dark 
 upon his face ; a face to please that maiden queen who 
 " loved to look upon a man " although no face for an 
 artist, with its irregular Saxon outline and strong fair 
 hair brushed back and gathered in a cue at the nape of 
 the neck, its choleric complexion, and bright, blue eyes, 
 darkened by shaggy brows, and occasionally, in time of 
 peace, reminding one of those marvelous eyes be 
 queathed to her descendants by Barbara Standish ; a 
 generous mouth filled with strong white teeth and a 
 square cleft chin made up this face set upon a thick 
 short neck and massive shoulders, and as Therese 
 Brunei s dark eyes rested upon it now in its moment of 
 despair her heart melted within her for love and long 
 ing. 
 
 " Mon capitan," said she, softly gliding to his side as 
 he stopped at the window and seized its bars and shook 
 them again, with a savage growl. " Mon capitan, 
 listen ! " 
 
174 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 "Nay, leave me, child, leave me before I scare you 
 again. I m in no mood for gentle talk and oh my 
 God, my God ! " And the poor fellow leaned his hot 
 head upon his arms there in the narrow porthole, and 
 groaned aloud. 
 
 " I will help you to escape, mon capitan," whispered 
 the girl, laying a timid hand upon his shoulder. 
 
 " What ! No, but you cannot, dear child ! You 
 have told me how your father guards the keys, and 
 Jacques will be here in a moment to call you out." 
 
 " No, but there are other ways I have been think 
 ing much only take courage, mon ami, take courage, 
 and eat and grow strong, and no longer waste yourself 
 in shaking those bars you shall, you shall be free, 
 I promise it ! " 
 
 " And you re not just humoring me to my food, like 
 a spoiled child ? " 
 
 " I swear to you, mon capitan, no ! " 
 
 Well, then, I 11 eat and sleep and all the rest of it. 
 But take care you don t try to cheat me for my own 
 good, The rese ! " 
 
 " You shall be free, mon capitan, if I die to set you 
 free." 
 
 Samson stood for a moment reading the face up 
 turned to his, but the look of passionate devotion glow 
 ing in the dark eyes and trembling upon the lips, ripe 
 and red as a cherry, was not to be mistaken, and partly 
 in gratitude, partly in the frank fashion of his time and 
 avocation, the sailor stooped and pressed a kiss upon 
 those willing lips. 
 
 And yet he would have known better than to light 
 his pipe in a powder magazine ! Then he sat down and 
 ate the omelette aux fines herbes and the rest of the 
 
SAMSON IN PETTICOATS. 175 
 
 dainty little supper ; and The rese, hardly speaking again, 
 for the tumult in her veins choked her, went her way 
 and left Jacques the turnkey to bring away the supper 
 she bribed him with smiles and dainty bits to allow 
 her to serve. 
 
 The days winged by hope passed on, and Samson, 
 caring for his health, repaired the damage it had sus 
 tained and gained once more the color to his cheek and 
 light to his eye whose loss had so wounded the heart of 
 the gentle habitane. 
 
 About a week had passed when one evening she 
 came again to bring the prisoner s food, an office she 
 did not dare to perform except when her father was 
 away, for mother the poor child had none, and, as she 
 set it out, looked at him with a sort of wistful appeal in 
 her eyes, red with recent tears. An intuition shot 
 through the captain s brain. 
 
 " The rese, you have news ! " exclaimed he, seizing her 
 arm. 
 
 "Yes, mon capitan. All is prepared, and to-night, 
 even to-night, we will fly." 
 
 We ! " 
 
 " Oh, monsieur, you will not leave me behind when it 
 is all for love of you that I play the traitor to my people 
 and to my father who trusts me." 
 
 " Oh, my God ! Is it all to fail at last ? " groaned the 
 man, dropping his hand and turning ashen white to his 
 
 " Fail ! But no, all is prepared." 
 
 " And dp you think I am such a cur, The rese, as to 
 leave you to suffer in my place, or such a villain as to 
 take you ? No, if my liberty hangs on either of these 
 pegs, it is over gone past." 
 
176 DR. LEBAEON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " But listen, mon ami I love you so dearly " 
 
 " Chut, chut, child hold thy tongue ! No woman 
 named The rese should be well, I 11 not chide thee, 
 poor little one ; but have I never told you that I am a 
 married man ? " 
 
 " Yes, mon capitan." 
 
 " Well, then, I gave up so much once to hold my 
 self to a promise, and after all but a half-promise, that 
 it is not likely I shall prove false for a less temptation. 
 If you cannot help me off without hurt to yourself, let 
 it go. Some day, before I am quite worn out with 
 waiting, they will send the ransom, or I will get away 
 without help nay, girl, don t cry I never could see 
 a woman cry without a pang, like a sword-thrust 
 don t cry, little one I d kiss away the tears, only I 
 must not there, go away for a while, The rese 
 Therese to think of a maid calling herself The rese, 
 offering me love that I must not take a The rese that 
 I might take in my arms and kiss oh, child, you drive 
 me out of my manhood go, go ! " 
 
 " Your wife is called The rese ? " demanded the 
 French girl. 
 
 " My wife no." 
 
 " Ah, then, you do love some other woman more than 
 you do her ! Some woman called The rese, so why not 
 me?" 
 
 "Nay, child," 
 
 " You cannot deny it, monsieur." 
 
 " Well, then, since you will have the whole story, 
 though I count it something less than maidenly to so 
 press a man, I will tell you that I did love, or at the 
 least went nigh to love one called Terese, but my faith 
 due to another, and she claimed it, and I gave it to 
 
SAMSON IN PETTICOATS. 177 
 
 her, and a right down good woman and good wife she 
 is, and if I gave up much to hold faith with her before 
 we were married, I would do twice as much now, and 
 I care not to talk more about it, so even though you 
 find me rude and boorish I will say that it were better 
 you left me and came no more to see me. A man is 
 but flesh and blood, and it is not my nature to be so 
 ungracious." 
 
 " See, then, mon capitan, I will be as brave and as 
 self-forgetting as you ! You shall be free and leave me 
 behind." 
 
 " To take the blame, and mayhap the punishment of 
 my escape no ! " 
 
 " I shall see I shall see," and The rese meditated, 
 a forefinger laid upon her pretty slighted lips. Her 
 first words, however, seemed little to the purpose, and 
 were very coldly spoken. 
 
 " I think you mistook me but now, monsieur. I did 
 propose to escape with you and go to your town of 
 Plymouth, but it was to go under your protection to my 
 uncle Bergeron, who with his daughter Alix and his son 
 Pierre is planted there." 
 
 "What, your uncle and cousins are among those 
 French Neutrals late sent to Plymouth ! Why did you 
 never tell me that before ? " 
 
 " Why should I ? " replied the girl sullenly. " What 
 care have you for me or my affairs." 
 
 " Come, now, my lass, that s bad seamanship to tack 
 and fill and yaw about in that style, when you can lay 
 a fair course on an even keel. Just now you loved me 
 more than I could hearken to, and again you go nigh 
 to hate me, and yet Simeon Samson has never changed 
 from what you first knew him. See here, little The rese, 
 
178 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 you are but a child and Snow not what you want. If 
 if hang it, girl, a man cannot talk to a maid as her 
 mother might, but I have always noted that when one 
 gets by hook or by crook what he ought n t to have, the 
 good of it is gone before he touches it, and it s worse 
 to have it than to want it. Then, as for taking you to 
 your uncle in Plymouth, it s a thing I ve no commis 
 sion to do. Your father trusts you to come in here, and 
 he s a good father to you in all ways, so far as I have 
 heard, and for me to steal you away, though no further 
 harm come of it, would be just piracy, kidnapping, or 
 any such name he chose to put to it. And no mat 
 ter how circumspect I might be, my wife would feel 
 she had a right of protest and she d use it too. You 
 would n t like me to have my ears pulled, would you, 
 little girl?" 
 
 The rese laughed in spite of herself, and peeped out 
 of her apron at the stalwart fellow, who smiled cheerily 
 at her. 
 
 " Come, now, that s my lass ! Laugh and be friends, 
 and forget all the nonsense you ve been trying to make 
 me take for earnest. Help me off if you can, and if 
 ever you come to join your kin in Plymouth, Deborah 
 Samson will show you what thankfulness means. She s 
 a good woman, is Deborah, and you would be glad to 
 give her such pleasure as she will have when she sees 
 me safe home again." 
 
 " One word, monsieur," and the French girl, no 
 longer weeping but pale and cold, dropped her apron, 
 and looked straight in the face of this masculine blun 
 derer. " I will help you all I possibly can, and I will 
 forgive you when I can " 
 
 " Forgive me for what ! " 
 
SAMSON IN PETTICOATS. 179 
 
 the trouble you have given me, monsieur 
 I have cooked many dishes and done ah, ciel, yoa 
 man ! Well, I forgive you as one forgives petit Jean, 
 the imbecile, for what he says amiss ; but I pray you 
 spare me the embraces of Madame Samson ! I have 
 not the honor to know her, and I have not the time to 
 listen to her perfections. Let us say no more about 
 her." 
 
 " I take no favors from one who scorns at my wife," 
 said Samson, stoutly. 
 
 " And still in your heart you love some The rese bet 
 ter than you do her ! " 
 
 The healthy color fell from beneath the bronze of 
 the sailor s cheek, leaving it of a sickly yellow, and he 
 turned again to the window, grasping the bars with his 
 hands and staring vacantly at the broad stretch of blue 
 water and rosy evening sky before him. For a moment 
 there was intense silence in the narrow cell, and then a 
 faint rustle, a hand timidly laid upon the tense arm, and 
 a whisper : 
 
 " Oh, pardon, pardon, mon capitan ! I would not 
 have said it, but my heart is breaking with its misery ! " 
 
 " You hurt me sorely, child, but you could not have 
 meant it. You would not wantonly stab at a poor fel 
 low who trusted you in his lonely and helpless es 
 tate ! " 
 
 " Oh, miserable that I am oh, Judas oh, demon 
 how dare I ever say my prayers again, how dare I 
 look at you, how dare I even ask for your forgive 
 ness ! " 
 
 " Come, come, my girl, it needs not all this to gain 
 the pardon I never withheld. The rese, you are like a 
 craft in a heavy sea with no steerage way upon her - 
 
180 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 she rolls to port, she rolls to lu ard, and at every roll 
 she snaps a yard, or her standing rigging, and finally 
 her masts, and lies a wreck, all for want of a rudder." 
 
 " And you will forgive me ? " sobbed the girl, quite 
 uncomprehensive of the nautical parable. 
 
 " As freely as I pray God to forgive me my own far 
 blacker sins." 
 
 " And you shall escape, you and the man they brought 
 with you." 
 
 " Mark Pryor ! Can you help him off as well ? " ex 
 claimed Samson joyfully. " Right glad shall I be to 
 carry him safe home to Duxbury, and his old mother." 
 
 " Yes, you will need his help in the boat, or I should 
 not have troubled," said The rese, carelessly. "You 
 shall be dressed as a woman in some clothes I have 
 made for you from those of my dear dead mother 
 heaven grant it be not counted sacrilege, and he shall 
 be a boatman from Miramichi whose boat is here for a 
 day or two " 
 
 "la woman ! " exclaimed Samson, irresolutely. " But 
 if it comes to fighting what can I do, hampered in petti 
 coats ! " 
 
 " You will not fight you will run," replied The rese, 
 briefly. 
 
 " Then give me a following wind, for I never learned 
 to hand or reef a petticoat, and first should find myself 
 in stays, and then in irons." 
 
 " You are very merry, monsieur, but I am too igno 
 rant to comprehend." 
 
 " T is heartless enough I know, but when you talk to 
 a sailor-man in prison, of a boat, and a messmate, and 
 liberty, why, child, you make a fool of him. But come, 
 now, tell me all your plan, and how we are to compass 
 it." 
 
SAMSON IN PETTICOATS. 181 
 
 "There is a man here from Miramichi, monsieur, 
 called Victor Beaubien ! " 
 
 " Nay, not so solemn, little one ! Show me that 
 pretty smile and those white teeth as you used ! " 
 
 " Think of Madame Deb<5rah, monsieur," muttered 
 the girl, and the queer French pronunciation of the 
 familiar name so tickled the sailor s simple humor that 
 it was only by a savage nip upon his nether lip that he 
 restrained a burst of laughter sure to provoke his com 
 panion, who, taking his silence for wounded feeling, 
 went on more placably. 
 
 " Victor and my father are concerned in affairs, oh, 
 such secret affairs, mon capitan, matters of the war and 
 of the king, what they are I do not know, but they 
 must go to-morrow to Bartibogue to meet some deputies, 
 and they will be gone all night ! " 
 
 " And Victor leaves his boat here ? " 
 
 " Yes, mon capitan, and I was so glad." 
 
 "And will be glad again when you think of it, in 
 days to come, The rese. How large a boat is it ? Can 
 two men handle it ? " 
 
 " Three brought it here to Caraquette, from Mirami 
 chi, through Miscou Gully and shoals, and surely two 
 Englishers are better than three poor Frenchmen." 
 
 " Of course they are," answered Samson, simply. 
 " And what course should we lay to escape recap 
 ture ? " 
 
 " The talk to-day was of a fleet of English war ves 
 sels off the mouth of Baie Chaleur, that s our sea, you 
 know " 
 
 And the girl, with a broad sweep of the hand, indi 
 cated the darkening waters without. 
 
 " And these vessels were to the eastward ? " 
 
182 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 "Yes, that way. They may be going up the St. 
 Lawrence, our men say, but there are many of them, 
 and you will know how to run after them. This man, 
 Pry or, you call him, eh ? " 
 
 " Well, Pryor is the way to pronounce it." 
 
 " What matter ! He will be Victor Beaubien with a 
 hat and coat such as our men wear, and you in the 
 clothes I have fashioned, and a so-large hood on your 
 head, you will be his sister or his mother " 
 
 And the poor little broken - hearted French girl, 
 laughed merrily in the blessed elasticity of her age and 
 nationality. 
 
 " The rese, The rese, where are you, ma soeur ? Papa 
 wants you, The rese ! " 
 
 "It is my little brother, monsieur ! " exclaimed the 
 girl, hurriedly, " I will tell you the rest to-morrow, when 
 they are gone." 
 
CHAPTER XX. 
 
 PHILIP DE MONTARNATJD. 
 
 THE selectmen of Plymouth were assembled in coun 
 cil at the Town House, on Town Square. In those days 
 when Framing Green boasted no worthier edifice than 
 the Town Pound, it was the Court House as well, and 
 from it offenders were summarily dispatched to the 
 Province prison, on the corner of Market and Sum 
 mer Streets, where also were to be found the stocks and 
 pillory maintained as a terror to evil doers but seldom 
 used. 
 
 The fathers of Plymouth having transacted a little 
 formal business, had somewhat relaxed the official sever 
 ity of the meeting, and were discussing the aspect of 
 the war and the prospects of a real as well as nominal 
 peace. 
 
 " Lieutenant de Montarnaud has letters touching his 
 exchange, from Paris," said Doctor LeBaron ; " and he 
 tells me that there is the speediest prospect of an ami 
 cable arrangement between the Home Government and 
 France. He is sanguine of an almost immediate 
 peace." 
 
 " That young man seems quite one of your family, 
 Doctor," remarked Deacon Foster, sourly. 
 
 " Yes, when the town requested me to take charge of 
 him, I understood that I was to regard him as an inmate, 
 and not as a prisoner." 
 
184 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Most surely, Doctor," interposed Warren, " we are 
 bound to retain him and the other officers, one of whom 
 is inmate of my own family, and one of Mr. Rowland s, 
 as hostages for the safe return of Captain Samson and 
 our other townsmen, but there is no need of any harsh 
 captivity " 
 
 The door suddenly opened, and a handsome young 
 woman entered, not with the timid hesitation usual with 
 one of her sex intruding upon a conclave of her natural 
 sovereigns, but with a certain steady determination of 
 mien, the appropriate air of the victor. 
 
 " Mistress Samson ! " exclaimed Deacon Fuller, the 
 oldest man in the room, and in his own idea invested 
 with some sort of ecclesiastical authority. " What do 
 you want here, madam ? This is no place for you." 
 
 " I ask your pardon, Deacon Fuller, but I am here to 
 speak to you and to these gentlemen who have the care of 
 the town, and of us women as well as the men." 
 
 " Certainly, certainly, Mrs. Samson/ said Doctor Le- 
 Baron, with a punctilious politeness, that seemed to 
 rebuke the rudeness of the first speaker, while Warren 
 placed a chair, saying gently 
 
 " Sit down, madam, sit down ! " 
 
 " I am beholden to you, sir," replied Deborah, resting 
 her hand on the back of the chair. " But I am not here 
 for my own ease or pleasure, and I only ask leave to 
 speak, and have a fair hearing." 
 
 " That we assure you, Mrs. Samson ; am I not right, 
 brethren ? " And as the doctor looked around the 
 board, he was met with an assenting murmur. 
 
 " Then, what I have to say is this. My husband, 
 Simeon Samson, master of your vessel, Mr. Warren, is 
 your townsman, is he not ? " 
 
PHILIP DE MONTARNAUD. 185 
 
 " Certainly, and a very respectable and worthy one, 
 as well as a most admirable seaman," replied Warren, 
 with his customary gentle courtesy. 
 
 " You say what everybody who knows him must say," 
 replied Deborah, with a flush of pride upon her dark 
 face. 
 
 " Well, sirs, this man is locked fast in a miserable 
 prison cell, where he is shut away from the life he loves 
 so well, air, exercise, work or play, where he sees none 
 but the faces of enemies, and hears naught but what 
 they choose to tell him. You know this, Mr. Warren, 
 as well as I, for I showed you the letter he writ from 
 that prison." 
 
 " Yes, Mrs. Samson," replied Warren, uneasily, " and 
 Mr. Goodwin and I began at once to collect his ransom, 
 but times are hard, and " 
 
 " Not his ransom, but the ransom of the Lyddy," in 
 terrupted Deborah. " If the Frenchman had kept the 
 brigantine and sent home the man, I warrant tunes 
 would have been found easier." 
 
 " Nay, madam, you are unjust " began Warren. 
 
 " And if to upbraid Master Warren is all your object, 
 mistress," interposed Deacon Fuller, sourly, " you could 
 find him in private, without coming here to interrupt the 
 public business." 
 
 " I do not wish to upbraid Master Warren," replied 
 Deborah, coolly. " He is a good man and a civil one, 
 and if he looks at his own side of a bargain, before he 
 does that of the other man, I know not that he differs 
 from you, Deacon, or from most men." 
 
 A suppressed smile stole over the faces of the select 
 men, for Deacon Fuller had the reputation of being a 
 little " 
 
186 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " No, I came here to see the selectmen of Plymouth, 
 and to ask them if they think it fair or honest, or even 
 decent, while their own townsman, taken prisoner in 
 the service of one of their own number, lies close in 
 prison, to leave three of his enemies at large, although 
 they are called prisoners." 
 
 The selectmen stirred in their chairs, and glanced at 
 each other. 
 
 It was quite true that the three French officers bil- 
 letted upon Plymouth by the Provincial Government 
 had been treated rather as honored guests than as 
 prisoners, and made welcome to every house in the vil 
 lage, especially by Doctor LeBaron, and Parson Bobbins, 
 whose liberal education included a thorough knowledge 
 of the French language and literature. That worthy 
 man had indeed suffered many qualms of conscience 
 as to the lawfulness of so much mundane enjoyment as 
 he found in those evenings when the three officers, Le 
 Baron, and himself, closeted in the doctor s office, with 
 a pipe and modest glass of punch before each comrade, 
 chattered in French, of men and manners beyond the sea, 
 and of the great world outside of his own sphere. Some 
 solace to be sure, was derived from the fact that two of 
 these men belonged to old Huguenot families, and that 
 the third, Lieutenant Philip de Montarnaud, listened 
 so courteously and intently to his own expositions of the 
 errors of Rome, that the ardent Calvinist had good 
 hope of soon converting him from the errors of his ways. 
 But when at times he expressed this hope to Dr. Le 
 Baron, that gentleman generally replied by offering him 
 his snuff-box. 
 
 "These officers are prisoners of war, are they not? " 
 inquired Deborah, at last, since no one broke the uneasy 
 silence. 
 
PHILIP DE MONTARNAUD. 187 
 
 " Oh, yes, they are prisoners of war," replied Warren, 
 at whom she looked. 
 
 " Then I demand, as Simeon Samson s wife, that they 
 should be treated as he is treated. I demand that they 
 shall be locked up in the Province prison, and fed on 
 prison fare, and kept in close ward, until Captain Sam 
 son is set at liberty." 
 
 " But they are on parole, madam," interposed Doctor 
 LeBaron. " They have passed their word of honor not 
 to attempt an escape, nor " 
 
 " An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth," inter 
 rupted Deborah, contemptuously. " My man s word of 
 honor is better than any Frenchman s, but it has not been 
 enough to give him the same liberty these men have had 
 thrust upon them. It is no more than fair that since 
 his parole has not been granted, these others should not 
 be allowed theirs." 
 
 " She s right," growled Deacon Foster, who hated 
 the debonair young Frenchmen, as did his brother, 
 Deacon Fuller. 
 
 " The usage of war is on her side," murmured War 
 ren, who had been studying military tactics, perhaps 
 with prevision of his military career in the future. 
 
 " But my good woman," exclaimed LeBaron, rising 
 to his feet with an angry flush upon his sallow cheek, 
 "it will not help your husband at all, to make these 
 gentlemen uncomfortable ! It is no more than woman 
 ish spite to demand it." 
 
 " I do not suppose Simeon Samson s comfort is very 
 dear to you, Doctor," replied Deborah, meaningly. " But 
 it is to me, and perhaps these gentlemen of English 
 blood can see the matter more clearly than you." 
 
 " Sit down, man, sit down," muttered Consider How 
 
188 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 land, near whose chair the doctor had paused. " There s 
 neither profit nor honor to be gained in fighting with a 
 woman ; and she s in the right ; we shall have to lock 
 up the Johnny Crapauds till Samson is set free, and 
 I m sorry too, for that little fellow at my house is as 
 merry as a grig and plays like a boy with my little 
 Hannah." 
 
 " As my Margot with Montarnaud," said the doctor, 
 in the same tone, but the strident voice of Deacon 
 Foster, who acted as chairman, drowned his words. 
 
 " It seems to me, brethren, that Deborah Samson s 
 claim is a just and honest one. If the Frenchmen of 
 Baie Chaleur had held our man at his word, it would 
 be fair that we should give their men the like privi 
 lege ; but they have not, and for us to be less strict 
 than they, would seem to belittle our own standing, 
 which, I take it, Plymouth men are not ready as yet to 
 do." 
 
 " Our fathers on Burying Hill would come down to 
 flout us, if we did," said Rowland, and the two or 
 three other men present claiming Pilgrim blood straight 
 ened themselves upon their chairs. 
 
 " I agree with Brother Foster," said Fuller, briefly ; 
 and the matter being put to vote was decided within 
 the next five minutes in favor of Deborah. 
 
 Leaving the council chamber hot and angry, Doctor 
 LeBaron turned up Summer Street, cast a withering 
 glance at the ruinous old prison building, and walked at 
 the stretch of his long legs up the hill beyond, toward 
 the Carver woods. 
 
 Suddenly a smile broke through the wrath upon his 
 face, for the sight of the prison recalled in spite of him 
 self a story at which he had laughed heartily only a 
 few months earlier. 
 
PHILIP DE MONTARNAUD. 189 
 
 It concerned a notorious petty criminal, whose name 
 need not be mentioned, but who had been time and 
 again convicted in the provincial court of one offense 
 and another, and with much solemnity sentenced to va 
 rious terms of imprisonment in this same jail ; but so 
 ruinous was its condition and so enterprising the crim 
 inal that he had never remained more than a week or 
 so before making his escape. Convicted and sentenced 
 about a year before this time, he had with impudent 
 gravity protested to the court against the sentence, stat 
 ing that the jail was so open to the weather and gen 
 erally uncomfortable that he could not stay in it, and, 
 unless it was extensively repaired, certainly should not 
 do so. The outraged magistrates at once clapped an 
 other three months upon the sentence, but the same day 
 ordered Jonathan Dix, carpenter, to carry lumber and 
 other material forthwith to the jail, and to see that it 
 was made secure. Whether they specified comfortable 
 as well, I do not know, but in those days the theory 
 was prevalent that criminals were imprisoned by way 
 of punishment, and were not to be treated better than 
 virtuous paupers. 
 
 The lumber arrived, and the prisoner, inspecting it 
 from the window of his cell, shook his head at its qual 
 ity ; and as a knot of those idlers inevitable in the best 
 regulated communities gathered in the gloaming under 
 his window, he began, in a mellow and jolly voice, to 
 chant the story of his exploits, closing every verse with 
 the refrain : 
 
 " Mr. Dix has brought some sticks 
 
 To mend my prison door, 
 But I don t doubt that I shall get out 
 As I have done before, O ! 
 As I have done before ! " 
 
190 DR. LEBANON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 And in point of fact, when Mr. Dix arrived the next 
 morning to begin his work, there was no prisoner to se 
 cure, and the carpenter s coat and tools, stored in a 
 snug nook among the lumber, had vanished as well. 
 
 The doctor s smile, at this reminiscence, had not van 
 ished before he met a merry little party coming up the 
 hill from the spring, to which the Pilgrims had trodden 
 a path from their fort on Burying Hill a century or 
 more before. This party consisted first of an aged 
 donkey ; then of a very good-looking young man, al 
 most a boy, indeed, for he had yet to see his twenty- 
 first birthday, although military training, Provencal 
 blood, and Gallic race combined to make him appear 
 older than an Anglo-Saxon of the same years. Walk 
 ing beside the donkey, with a hand upon his bridle, this 
 young man advanced in a crablike fashion, his head 
 being twisted completely around in anxious yet merry 
 supervision of a very rickety little cart, much cobbled 
 and tackled with rope, and crowded to its utmost ca 
 pacity with a chattering, laughing, restless, overflowing 
 company of little lasses, a small boy or two, and an in 
 definite number of baskets heaped with clusters of ripe 
 grapes, purple, red, and white, those delicious wild 
 grapes for which Plymouth was once almost as famed 
 as Eshcol. 
 
 " There, Margot ! " cried he, as the cart at last halted 
 upon level ground, " I told you that Neddie and I could 
 get you up the hill ! " 
 
 A chorus of merry voices replied, but above them 
 rose Margot s, in its penetrating sweetness : 
 
 " Papa ! O papa ! See our grapes ! We have so 
 many, so many ! " 
 
 "Good evening, sir," exclaimed the young man, put- 
 
PHILIP DE MONTARNAUD. 191 
 
 ting his hand to his hat. "The young ladies and I 
 have indeed been fortunate." 
 
 "Ah yes, I see. Fortunate oh, felix, infelix!" 
 muttered the doctor, staring absently at the baskets 
 of grapes, and then at the little girls, suddenly as quiet 
 as mice in presence of the cat ; for most of them had 
 been bred in wholesome awe of their elders and not one 
 enjoyed the freedom permitted to the doctor s mother 
 less girls. 
 
 " Betsey Foster, and Molly and Nancy Mayhew, Becca 
 Fuller, Hannah Rowland, Pris and Margot, why, you 
 have a cadet from all our houses, Lieutenant, not to 
 mention the boys." 
 
 " Yes," replied Montarnaud, gayly, " Margot asked 
 who she would, and even if her taste is for her sister s 
 friends rather than those of her own age, it is her af 
 fair ; she is hostess." 
 
 " Well ; nay, then here, Pris, you re the oldest, 
 take the reins, and drive home with these children. I 
 have a word for Monsieur de Montarnaud, and will ask 
 him to walk as far as widow Ring s cottage ; she has 
 sent for me." 
 
 " But certainly, monsieur," said the lieutenant readily, 
 " if Mademoiselle Marguerite will excuse me." 
 
 " She must," replied her father briefly ; and without 
 pausing to notice the mutinous grimace Margot be 
 stowed upon her playmate as he made her a farewell 
 bow, he put his hand within the vouns: man s arm and 
 led him away. 
 
 " You shall have one good walk before you lose the 
 use of your legs," said he, with rather a futile attempt at 
 pleasantry. 
 
 " Lose the use of my legs ? " echoed the lieutenant, 
 
192 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 glancing down at those shapely members, clad in doe 
 skin breeches and scarlet hose, a costume the young 
 man had fancied as combining the trophies of the chase 
 with indomitable gayety, and therefore suited to his 
 captivity in the savage wilds of America. 
 
 " My poor boy, how shall I tell you my news ! " said 
 the doctor, with a sigh. 
 
CHAPTER XXI. 
 
 NAUGHTY LITTLE DEBORAH. 
 
 A FEW days later, Dr. LeBaron, summoned to Eleazer 
 Rogers house near Ring s Lane, took Burying Hill in his 
 way, and paused, as was his wont, near Governor Brad 
 ford s grave to consider the view, and to wonder if any 
 one of the vessels creeping up from the underworld, 
 and swelling their white sails bravely to the easterly 
 wind as they swept past Elisha s Point and Far Mano- 
 met, brought news of Teresa, the cherished darling, 
 whom, at her own earnest desire, he had spared to her 
 widowed brother Lazarus in his tropical home. 
 
 " Our young parson would say t was sinful to yearn 
 so for a face of flesh," muttered he " but still I do, 
 and must ! I wish I knew if that fellow trifled with 
 her affections ; but no man could ever know it from her 
 my lily of France ! " 
 
 " Good morning, Doctor LeBaron," said a voice at 
 his elbow, and as he turned sharply it was to meet per 
 haps the least welcome of any woman s face in Plymouth. 
 His own grew very cold, but raising his three-cornered 
 hat with magnificent courtesy, he returned the saluta 
 tion : 
 
 " Good morning, Mrs. Simeon Samson," and would 
 have passed, but was detained by a touch upon his 
 sleeve. 
 
 " Shall you see your French friends to-day, sir ? " 
 
194 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " There are few days when I fail to spend some time 
 in the prison to which you have consigned them. 
 
 " Well, you may do them a good office from me to 
 day. Captain Samson has escaped, and will soon be 
 here. Then they may be released as before." 
 
 " And where got you this news, madam ? " 
 
 " That s no matter to you and still well, smile 
 if you like, it will never harm me ; I 11 tell you where I 
 got this news. God gave it to me." 
 
 "It is a large claim you make. May I ask you to 
 explain ? " 
 
 " Last night, sleeping or waking, I know not which, 
 I had a vision. I saw my husband, Simeon Samson, 
 dressed in woman s clothes and standing on a sea 
 beach ; the bows of a boat were to be seen through 
 thick mist, and a man stood by with an oar in hand, to 
 push off ; there was a woman too " 
 
 " Ah, a woman too ! I think the vision is founded 
 upon experience, is it not, madam ? " 
 
 " Oh, I knew you d jeer and flout me, in your hate 
 ful French way," replied Deborah, bringing back her 
 gaze from the quivering horizon line, and fixing it scorn 
 fully upon the doctor s face ; " and I never would have 
 told you, but that to know he is free so filled me with 
 charity toward all men that I wanted to send some 
 comfort to those lads yonder, whom I pity " 
 
 " Even as the woman of your dream pitied your gay 
 goodman," suggested LeBaron. " Well, I will tell my 
 friends your dream ; even a laugh may do them some 
 good." 
 
 "And I will add a word of counsel for your own 
 benefit, Doctor. When you show yourself so bitter to 
 ward Simeon Samson and his wife, folk may wonder if 
 
NAUGHTY LITTLE DEBORAH. 195 
 
 one near to you was slighted for that wife s sake. It 
 is not shrewd of you to set the women s tongues wag 
 ging, Doctor." 
 
 " You are right, dame. Saint James says that the 
 very fires of hell are kindled of them." 
 
 And, delivering this Parthian arrow, the doctor pur 
 sued his way so rapidly that he only half heard the 
 retort. 
 
 " And he that hateth his brother shall taste the fervor 
 of those fires." 
 
 Perhaps this encounter stirred the doctor s spirit 
 more than he would have chosen to say ; perhaps it re 
 vived grief and disappointment, too recent to sleep very 
 soundly ; however it was, before he sat down to dinner 
 he ordered Quasho to see that the chaise was properly 
 cleaned and harnessed, and as the family rose from 
 table he said : 
 
 " Elizabeth, has Margaret been a good child this 
 morning ? Sewed her sampler, and done her task to 
 your mind ? " 
 
 " Yes, father, she has been a very good girl," replied 
 the elder sister, with a pretty motherly smile upon the 
 little one. 
 
 " Then get on your hood, or bonnet, or whatever, and 
 we will go to see the little girls I told you of, Margot." 
 
 "Good, good! But mayn t Philip go too?" de 
 manded the child, her great dark eyes full of tears. 
 
 " Poor fellow ! It is not his fault if he cannot," re 
 plied her father. " And who knows but in a few days 
 he can ? We shall see if we have a prophetess among 
 us." 
 
 And, Margot, not pausing for an answer to the enig 
 ma, ran away to put on her cape, and let Elizabeth 
 
196 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 button on some warm sleeves ; for the day was cold, and 
 nobody in those days ever saw a girl s dress made with 
 high neck or long sleeves. A quaint little skull-cap 
 hood, tied under the chin with cherry ribbons, completed 
 the costume, and Margot settled herself in infinite con 
 tent at her father s side, as, giving the rein to Black 
 Bess, he drove rapidly through the town, past the field 
 where twenty years before Quasho had pulled turnips 
 and propounded conundrums to his master, and out 
 upon the Kingston road. Again as on that day the 
 doctor drew rein upon the bridge, just before entering 
 the town, and looked long and silently upon the placid 
 river, stealing through its ripe marsh-grasses to the sea, 
 looked at Captain s Hill, and the Gurnet, and all the 
 wealth of waters gleaming cold and bright in the au 
 tumn sunshine. 
 
 " A goodly sight, a fair scene," said he aloud, and 
 turned to smile upon the child, who coldly replied : 
 
 " I had rather see Philip." 
 
 " What, don t you care for nature, Margot ? " de 
 manded her father, driving on. 
 
 " No, papa, I like people better." 
 
 " You should have been born two or three genera 
 tions earlier in the LeBaron annals," said the doctor, 
 quizzically. " Well, jump out and gather me those 
 cardinal flowers, mademoiselle. I care for them, if you 
 do not." 
 
 An hour later, Black Bess halted before the same 
 ruinous old farmhouse where widow Ore we had lived, 
 and her daughter died, that Ansel Ring and Molly 
 Peach might try the force of a mother s curse. 
 
 A little more ruinous now, in spite .of some clouting 
 and patching, and set in fields a little more barren and 
 
NAUGHT? LITTLE DEBORAH. 197 
 
 neglected ; for Jonathan Samson, like his far-away cousin 
 Simeon, was a sailor, and not a farmer, and when, in the 
 division of his father s property, his portion was eaten 
 up in unlawful charges, and he was forced to accept 
 this desolate little farm as all his inheritance, he left 
 his wife and children upon it, and fled madly away 
 from the face of men to the solitudes of the sea. No 
 news ever came again to that lonely and impoverished 
 home, and Deborah his wife, strong in the spirit of 
 William Bradford her great grandsire, struggled on, as 
 only such a woman can struggle, until of a sudden the 
 overwrought body gave way, and fell upon the wretched 
 pallet whence it was never more to rise. 
 
 She sent for no doctor, having no money to pay one ; 
 but Lazarus LeBaron heard of her situation, and came 
 to see her. 
 
 " Why did not you let me know of your condition 
 before it came to this ? " demanded he almost sternly, 
 as he laid down the all but pulseless wrist. 
 
 " I could not pay you, Doctor, and I did not want to 
 come upon the town. T will be bad enough for the 
 children, and they with William Bradford and Myles 
 Standish for their forbears ! " 
 
 And the poor soul fell to crying so piteously that the 
 doctor feared to see her die before his eyes. 
 
 " They shall not come upon the town," said he, rais 
 ing her head, and forcing a cordial between the pale 
 lips. " I will see that they come to no hardship. Nay, 
 then, my friend, have you forgotten who is the orphan s 
 friend ? " 
 
 " Oh, Doctor, Faith can t stand up when Hope is n t 
 there to lean upon," murmured the sick woman, bit 
 terly. 
 
198 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " But Love can stand alone, and is the best of the 
 three. Try to lean on that," replied LeBaron, in a 
 gentler voice than he often used. 
 
 This was a fortnight ago, and now, as he tied Black 
 Bess to the fence, the doctor looked curiously at the 
 upper windows. 
 
 " Not yet," said he aloud. " Margot, you shall come 
 in and warm yourself, and see the little girl " 
 
 But a wild shriek, or succession of shrieks, from the 
 house cut short his words, and the door flying violently 
 open, a wild elf of a child sprang out, and, hastily gath 
 ering both hands full of sand and pebbles from the 
 path, turned to discharge them with admirable aim in 
 the face of a young woman who pursued her with a 
 bunch of rods. 
 
 " Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! " screamed the latter, dropping the 
 rod, and clapping both hands to her eyes. " Oh, you 
 little imp of Satan " 
 
 " What s all this ? " interposed the doctor, sternly. 
 " What are you about, Polly Sweet ? I did n t put you 
 here to whip the children, nor to call them foul names, 
 but to take care of their mother " 
 
 " Well, she s dead," whimpered the young woman, 
 drying her smarting eyes upon her apron. " And when 
 I sot out to tell the young ones, and send Billy to the 
 neighbors for help to lay her out, that imp of a Deb, 
 she up and flew in my face like a wildcat, trying to 
 scratch my eyes out, and hollering that I was a liar. 
 So I took the stick just to teach her manners ; and the 
 first lick she got, out she flew " 
 
 " There, that will do. Go into the house, and Debo 
 rah stay out here and play with my little Margaret. 
 Margot, this is the poor motherless child I told you of. 
 Be good to her." 
 
NAUGHTY LITTLE DEBORAH. 199 
 
 " She s very dirty, papa," said Margot, coldly. 
 
 " I m better than you, for all your fal-lals," retorted 
 Deborah, promptly. " Go away ; we don t want you 
 here ; you re too fine." 
 
 And yet the French Revolution was a quarter of a 
 century beyond them ! 
 
 When the doctor went home, after arranging for the 
 burial of the poor worn body and the safety of the two 
 boys who were left behind, he carried little Deborah, 
 wrapped in her mother s cloak and seated in the bottom 
 of the chaise. Margaret said but very little, and kept 
 her skirts carefully tucked under her. Her father said 
 less, but saw everything, and silently relinquished his 
 unspoken plan of adopting Deborah into his own family. 
 
 " It would be bad for both, and worst of all for me," 
 murmured he to himself, as he drove into Plymouth. 
 
CHAPTER XXH. 
 
 THE INDIAN SUMMER A2O> OBEERY. 
 
 THE Peace of Paris had become a fact as well as a 
 phrase. The Nova Scotian border was settled; the 
 Acadians, returning in crowds to their old home, were 
 welcomed as prodigal sons by the British government, 
 which bestowed upon them lands and privileges, pro 
 ductive of envy and heartburning on the part of the 
 elder sons who had never done amiss. The rese Bru 
 nei was married to Victor Beaubien of Miramichi, and 
 when she felt like it, threatened to go to Plymouth 
 and join her uncle Bergeron, who had not returned to 
 Acadia. Simeon Samson had been at home, satisfied 
 himself that the Lydia s ransom was honestly paid, and 
 presently sailed again. The three French officers, re 
 leased with much rejoicing, still lingered in Plymouth, 
 waiting to hear of a comfortable passage to France; 
 and the eleventh day of November had, with laudable 
 punctuality, ushered in the summer of St. Martin, or, as 
 the Pilgrims and their children preferred to call it, the 
 Indian summer. Philip de Montarnaud, who had never 
 encountered this delightful Americanism, was wild with 
 the exhilaration of the air, the luxurious warmth, the 
 subtle charm of a summer so potent that it can dispense 
 with roses and foliage. 
 
 " It s superb in its self-assertion ! " cried he. " It is 
 like madame my mother, who in her white hair and 
 
THE INDIAN SUMMER AND BERRY. 201 
 
 tender coloring makes the young girls pale as the stars 
 do before the moon." 
 
 " I should like to see your mother, Philip," said Mar- 
 got, clasping her hands and raising her great dark eyes 
 to his. 
 
 The young man glanced laughingly at the doctor, who 
 stood with them upon the brow of Cole s Hill, silently 
 drinking in the glory of Manomet and the deep and 
 wide sea shimmering at the horizon line into a glory too 
 dazzling for human sight. 
 
 "Perhaps who knows, petite?" said the young 
 man, but the father shook his head. 
 
 " I have had enough of forecasting the future ; what 
 will be, will be," said he. " But come, we will have the 
 chaise, with a stool for Margot, and drive along the sea 
 road, perhaps as far As Ponds " 
 
 " Oh, papa, go to see the French people. I like that 
 best of all our visits. I am so fond of Rosalie Daudin." 
 
 " Fonder than of poor little Deborah Samson ? " 
 asked her father slyly, but Margot was not to be wiled 
 into vehemence, and sedately replied, " Yes, papa ; but 
 I am glad Deborah has a good home in Middleboro ." 
 
 " She might have had a good home with us, if you 
 had been more amiable," said the doctor gravely ; but 
 Margot slid her hand into his, with an upward glance 
 so coaxing that the man s heart melted within him, and 
 with a loving squeeze of the slender brown fingers he 
 dropped them, and went to order the chaise. At the 
 door he met Priscilla, a lissome lass, with sweet gray 
 eyes and the prettiest, tiniest hands were ever seen. 
 
 " Father dear, I heard you tell Pompey to put oats in 
 the chaise-box." 
 
 " Yes, Pris; what of it?" 
 
202 DR. LEBARON AND ins DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " You will be away all day, then ? " 
 
 "Perhaps; why?" 
 
 " Why, you know to-morrow is Bessie s wedding, and 
 the parson arid his wife and Ammy are coming to tea 
 to-night." 
 
 " Yes, yes, I forgot. Ammy wants to gloat over our 
 misery in taking tea for the last time with our own 
 Bess. Well, I will be at home in time for the torture." 
 
 " Oh, father ! Poor Ammy ! " 
 
 " Rich Ammy, since he s to have our Bessie." 
 
 " Indeed he is. And we thought, if you liked it, fa 
 ther, to ask Mrs. Hammatt and Lucy and her brother 
 Abraham to join us. We were there at tea not long 
 ago." 
 
 " Very well," replied the doctor, shortly, for although 
 he knew that Elizabeth would be well and wisely mar 
 ried to the Rev. Ammi Robbins, brother of his own pas 
 tor, it was a great grief to lose her, and his aversion to 
 the proposed feast of farewell was more real than simu 
 lated ; nor was this sorrow mitigated by Priscilla s bash 
 ful suggestion of adding the Hammatts to such a party, 
 for although the child was still short of her sixteenth 
 birthday, people married young in those days, and the 
 friendly village voice already coupled Priscilla s name 
 with that of Abraham Hammatt, whose father, prosper 
 ing on the sea, had established a ropewalk under charge 
 of his son, where, for many years to come, cordage and 
 cables for the Plymouth shipping were laid with the 
 skill and conscience of men who felt that other men s 
 lives might depend upon the honesty of their labors. 
 
 So, although the doctor liked the Hammatts, father 
 and son, and had an affection for the wife and mother, 
 dating back to the day when she so bravely accepted 
 
THE INDIAN SUMMER AND BERRY. 203 
 
 her lover in face of the selectmen, he did not like to 
 hear of their being included in this family tea-party, 
 and turned away from the kitchen door with a sup 
 pressed sigh, to meet the chaise Quasho was solemnly 
 leading out of the stable yard. 
 
 " Where s young Pomp ? " demanded the master, 
 stepping into the low carriage. 
 
 " Gone to look fer Old Pride, I spect," replied Quash, 
 peevishly. " Tween em they re enough to make a 
 pore ole nigger ready nough to renounce dis wicked 
 world, wid all its pomps, prides, an oder bedevilments." 
 
 " Glad to see you know your catechism so well, Quash ; 
 and when you get hold of that boy again, I advise you 
 to teach him that the way of the transgressor is hard." 
 
 " An de way of de good man so mighty soft dat he 
 apt to get bogged up to de middle," replied Quash, 
 crossly, as he glanced at a muck-cart already prepared 
 for an expedition to the swamps, whose tenacious black 
 mud makes a capital dressing for the sandy soil of 
 Plymouth gardens. 
 
 But a little later, the doctor, ever a passionate lover 
 of Nature, forgot all frets and worries, even the loss of 
 his beloved daughters, in the deep delight of living ; for 
 the day was one of those that seem sent to tenderly lure 
 man from earth to paradise, thrilling with mystic touch 
 those nerves whos e vibrations pass like waves of sound 
 far beyond the ken of their first motion. Who has not 
 stood, on such a day, with bated breath and eager eye, 
 and all the soul on tiptoe with anticipation of some 
 audible music of the spheres, some visible rift in the 
 glittering arch of heaven, some widening out of the 
 horizon of a sea that seems no other than the pathway 
 of a glorious eternity ? Who has not felt that the veil 
 
204 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 9 
 
 between us and the things that eye hath not seen, nor 
 ear heard, nor the heart of man comprehended, has 
 grown so attenuate that only its own dazzling glory pre 
 vents us from piercing it ? 
 
 Ah, well, ye who know what I mean, remember that 
 Nature is but a type, and that Hope beckons us on to 
 behold the antitype, whose perfectness we may not as 
 yet even imagine. 
 
 The doctor was very silent as he drove along the sea 
 road, or stopped now and again at some vantage point 
 to contemplate the view; for, as in many another 
 moment of his life, he felt himself more alone than in 
 solitude. 
 
 Margot, who by some caprice of heredity had taken 
 the character of her French ancestry, with very little 
 impress from the father through whom it came, was cold 
 and careless of scenery, and Philip de Montarnaud, 
 polished gentleman that he was, treated Nature with 
 the same elaborate courtesy he would have showed to 
 any other lady with whom he was not much acquainted ; 
 making such pretty compliments to the view from Man- 
 omet Point that the doctor somewhat peremptorily pro 
 posed that he and Margot should get out and look 
 for checkerberries among the stunted shrubbery at 
 hand. 
 
 An hour or so later, Black Bess was halted before the 
 largest of a little group of cottages of the most primitive 
 construction, recently built in that corner of Plymouth 
 still called Oberry. As the doctor fastened his horse to 
 a post, while Philip helped Margot to alight, an old 
 woman, with healthy frost-red cheeks, bright blue eyes, 
 and hair whiter even than her Norman cap, appeared at 
 the door, and in a voice at once respectful and affection- 
 
THE INDIAN SUMMER AND BERRY. 205 
 
 ate, bade the doctor welcome, in a language more like 
 the French of France than that of Acadia. 
 
 " Ah, mother Bergeron ! " cried he, in the French of 
 Paris, " I have brought my little girl, you see, and also 
 a compatriot of yours, Monsieur de Montarnaud, who 
 can give you late news from la belle France." 
 
 " But I am honored exceedingly, and so are my chil 
 dren ! " exclaimed the old woman, curtsying again and 
 again. " The little granddaughter will be proud beyond 
 saying to welcome mademoiselle. Ah, Julie, come 
 here then, and speak for yourself ! And will the 
 gentlemen give themselves the trouble to enter ? " 
 
 " Indeed we will, for I am famishing with thirst, and 
 nothing will quench it but a glass of your cider, mother 
 Bergeron," said the doctor, taking off his three-cornered 
 hat, and passing a handkerchief across his high but 
 somewhat narrow forehead. 
 
 " We have it just new, and yet ripe enough to be 
 safe," declared the old woman, well pleased. "And 
 mademoiselle must have a little glass of my raspberry 
 cordial and a bit of galette. And monsieur pardon 
 if I ask once more ah, then, I have surely seen 
 pardon, monsieur I am but a silly old woman, and 
 yet the eyes of monsieur are so strangely like my 
 darling little lady s indulge an old woman, monsieur, 
 and tell me if you are of the family De Vielleroche ? " 
 
 " My mother is ne e Franchise de Vielleroche," replied 
 Philip de Montarnaud, polite but puzzled. 
 
 " Did not my heart tell me so ! " exclaimed the old 
 woman, clasping her hands, while the russet-bloom 
 spread over all her face. 
 
 " She was my foster child, my poor little Babette s 
 foster sister. They said I gave her Babette s life. 
 
206 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 but if so it was her right ; the Lavels and Bergerons 
 served the Seigneurs de Vielleroche in the days of the 
 great Henri, and it was her right " 
 
 " You were my mother s foster mother ! " cried Philip, 
 seizing the old woman s two hands, and looking eagerly 
 into her face. 
 
 " But yes, monsieur, but yes ; and my old heart 
 warmed to the beautiful eyes of her so soon as I saw 
 them looking at me out of the face of monsieur. Ah, 
 del ! It is the first moment of joy I have known in 
 the fifty years I have lived in exile here in this land so 
 triste, so savage, so desolate. The good God saw that 
 I could bear no more, and has sent me this moment " 
 
 " What is it, grandmere ? " cried a blithe young voice, 
 and in at the back door of the cottage tripped a pretty 
 girl, her brown face rosy, and her black eyes bright with 
 the exertion of bringing in a great basket of late pears. 
 A Normandy cap of snow-white muslin nearly covered 
 her glossy hair, and a kerchief of the same material 
 was crossed upon her bosom. Seeing the strangers, she 
 started, colored painfully, and made a movement to 
 withdraw, but the doctor gayly cried : 
 
 " No escape, Alix ! We have all seen you, and know 
 as well as if you told us that Jean Daudin is just out 
 side, and has been helping you house the pears." 
 
 " Nay, monsieur, they are a present to grandmere 
 from from his father, who gathered them in the garden 
 of Monsieur Vasson " 
 
 " Watson, Squire Watson ? " interposed the doctor, 
 laughing. " I knew he had Daudin at work for him, 
 but it was Jean fils, and not Jean pere, that brought 
 them over to you, now wa$ n t it, Alix ? " 
 
 "But yes, monsieur le Docteur. Pere Daudin has 
 
TEE INDIAN SUMMER AND OBERRY. 207 
 
 taught his children to wait upon him," replied Alix, de 
 murely ; and having put her basket in a corner, she 
 applied herself to helping her grandmother set out the 
 simple refreshments she was proud to offer to her 
 guests. 
 
 An hour or so passed by, to be marked in red letter 
 upon poor homesick Marie Bergeron s calendar, for the 
 young Frenchman indulged her to the uttermost in de 
 scriptions of his mother and her married home, of the 
 old chateau de Vielleroche, where he had often visited 
 his grandparents and uncle and aunt, and of his own 
 adventures in the service of his native land. At length 
 the doctor interposed, watch in hand, and reminded 
 Philip that they had still some visits to pay, and the tea- 
 party in prospect. Then drawing Mother Bergeron 
 apart, he inquired : 
 
 " Is it decided that Alix will marry Jean Daudin ? " 
 "But. surely yes, monsieur." 
 " And what about a priest ? " 
 
 " Ah, monsieur, there is the only sorrow of our hearts ! 
 None can tell us where our own dear Pere Augustin has 
 been carried, and we know no one in this melancholy 
 place. Even Pere LeBlanc, the notary, has been carried 
 who knows where. If you were a notary, monsieur 
 le Docteur, we would rather confide the marriage to you 
 than to wait for some priest who will never come." 
 
 " I will tell you, mother Bergeron. We have a minis 
 ter, if not a priest, who speaks French admirably, and 
 the law holds his marriage as valid as a notary s or as 
 Pere Augustin s." 
 
 " A heretic, monsieur ! " murmured the old woman, 
 crossing herself and drawing back. 
 
 " A Protestant like myself, yes, but as good a man 
 
208 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 and faithful a shepherd of souls as lives," replied the 
 doctor, rather severely. "And his marriage will be 
 legal, and he can solemnize it in French. Talk it over 
 among yourselves, and some day when I am up here 
 let me know your decision. And now, good-by. Come, 
 Margot, say the last word to Julie, and jump in. Adieu, 
 Alix ; ask your grandmere what I have said to her. 
 Now, then, Philip ! " 
 
 And the yellow-bodied chaise creaked once upon its 
 easy springs, and then rolled down the sandy road, its 
 hood wagging up and down at each step, as if nodding 
 assent to the merry chatter going on beneath it. 
 
CHAPTER XXIII. 
 
 THE PRICE OF A WOMAN. 
 
 " LOOK here, Quash ! What s this I hear about 
 you ? " 
 
 " Lors, mas r, how kin I tell ? Mabbe you hear I 
 done git de sleigh down and rub it all up fine, ready fer 
 de snow dat s hangin ober Cap n s Hill." 
 
 " No, sir. What did you say to Judge Faine, only 
 this morning ? " 
 
 " You don mean to say dat ole gen leman got round 
 quick as dis fer ter tell you, mas r ! Well, dat jis prove 
 de truf o what I said." 
 
 " Well, what was it ? " 
 
 "W y, mas r, I met de jedge comin out o Mas 
 Rowland s ; he so gran dat he can t go to common tav 
 erns sech as " 
 
 " Never mind your opinion as to either him or the 
 taverns, what did you say to him, sirrah ? " 
 
 " W y, mas r, I des offer him de complimen s ob de 
 season, and pullin off my hat berry respeckful I says, 
 * Good-mornin , Jedge/ " says I. * What s de news dis 
 mornin , Jedge ? says I ; an he lay he head back like 
 as ole Kate does w en she goin to kick, an sort o 
 sighted long de side ob he great nose tryin fer ter 
 make out w ere dat mis able no account nigger mout be 
 dat dare ax him a ques ion ; an w en he foun me he 
 kind o consider me a minute, an den growls out, All 
 de news dat consarn you is, de debble s dead ! So I 
 
210 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 jes t ank him for his perliteness, an says, says I, * Sho ! 
 Dat pore feller dead ! Well, I knowed he was in pain 
 dis long time, but did n spec he d scaped out ! Dat 
 all I said, mas r, clare to gracious t is ! " 
 
 " That s all, is it ! Well, sir, I advise you not to get 
 yourself into court this week, while Justice Paine is on 
 the bench." 
 
 " Specs I d fin justice thout mercy, shore ; " and 
 Quasho was going away chuckling, when a breathless 
 boy upon a hard-trotting horse drew rein at the head of 
 the alley where the doctor was standing, and delivered 
 a message to the effect that Mrs. Wadsworth of Marsh- 
 field was very ill, and must see Doctor LeBaron without 
 delay. 
 
 " Why did n t she send for one of the Marshfield 
 doctors ? " asked the doctor in a vexed voice. " I don t 
 care for practice twenty miles from home." 
 
 " Dat Miss Lizzie Doten, ain t it ? " inquired Quash, 
 who had paused to assist at the interview. 
 
 " Yes," replied his master, crossly. 
 
 " Well, seem to me mighty nat ral dat de pore soul 
 want to show she don bear no grudge gainst mas r doc 
 tor fer fotchin her inter de worl by gibbin him a 
 chance to help her out." 
 
 " There, that will do, Quasho. You ve reached the 
 end of your tether." 
 
 " Guess den I better go an put ole Kate inter de 
 sulky, had n t I, mas r ? " 
 
 " No, I 11 take Black Bess. It s a long drive," re 
 plied the doctor, absently ; and Quasho shuffled away, 
 muttering, 
 
 " Know d he d go to Lizzie Doten." 
 
 Quentin Wadsworth s farm was on the outskirts of 
 
THE PRICE OF A WOMAN. 211 
 
 Marshfield, toward the sea, and as the doctor listened to 
 Elizabeth s entreaties, *and waited for dinner before he 
 started, it was already twilight when he arrived at the 
 lonely gray house, so squat to the ground and so sur 
 rounded with tentacle-like out-buildings and additions 
 that it much resembled a great gray spider with all its 
 legs extended in the effort to cling to the ground, whence 
 the raging autumn winds constantly sought to wrench it. 
 
 A pocket of arable land niched in among the sand- 
 dunes and extending back among the evergreen woods 
 composed the farm on land, and limitless miles of ocean 
 rolling almost to his doorstep was the farmer s planta 
 tion at sea, and the source of more than half his revenue. 
 
 A garden, hedged and diked from the salt spray and 
 biting winds, lay at the south of the house, and in its 
 most sheltered corner stood a row of basket beehives, 
 their product giving the farmer s wife her pocket money, 
 or, if she chose, her private hoard. 
 
 With his hand upon the great iron latch of the kitchen 
 door, the doctor paused and looked around. 
 
 " A dirty night, and something more than that," said 
 he, glancing at the dense black clouds rolling up across 
 the low-hung gray of the sky, and listening to the 
 peculiar moan of the sea making upon the Marshfield 
 flats. 
 
 " Looks as if the line storm had forgot something 
 and come back to look for it," drawled a slow voice at 
 his ear, and the doctor turned to greet a long, lean, 
 melancholy man in early middle life, whose yellow skin 
 and eyes and colorless lips told their mournful tale of 
 dyspepsia and bilious depression. 
 
 " Come in, Doctor. I expect the woman s going to 
 night. Tide sets out bout three in the morning. It s 
 
212 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 making now, and fetching in ugly weather. It 11 be a 
 main bad night for her to go. Seems as though any 
 thing as light as a sperit would blow away in such a gale 
 as is coming, could n t fetch, somehow." 
 
 The doctor turned and looked at him with a profes 
 sional eye. 
 
 61 Do you eat those sour apples before breakfast, as I 
 told you ? " demanded he. 
 
 " Consid able often, Doctor, but some days I don t 
 feel to eat nothing." 
 
 " But you drink coffee, instead ? " 
 
 " Now and agin, Doctor." 
 
 Like to feel sick, don t you ? " 
 
 " I don t know as I like it first rate, Doctor." 
 
 " Why, yes, you do, or else you re a fool, and I 
 should n t like to think that of you. I told you that 
 coffee and chocolate and fat pork and molasses all were 
 bad for you. I told you that acid fruit and stale wheat 
 bread and lean meat and raw eggs and some other 
 things were good for you. You choose the first lot and 
 neglect the second, so I can only conclude you love to be 
 sick. Now take me to your wife." 
 
 " She s in grandma am s part ; said the bedroom was 
 too cramped like." 
 
 And Wadsworth led the way from the great empty 
 kitchen through a dark passage to what had once been 
 the farmhouse ; but another front having been added 
 to the structure at Quentin s marriage, it had now be 
 come simply " the old part," where Quentin s father and 
 mother had lived and died, the latter event being of 
 very recent occurrence. Here, in a large low room 
 darkened by curtains of striped linseywoolsey of her 
 own spinning and weaving, lay poor Lizzie Wadswortb 
 
THE PRICE OF A WOMAN. 213 
 
 dying of consumption, and pining, as Plymouth people 
 always do in misfortune or illness, for the quaint old 
 town by the sea. 
 
 The doctor looked at her, and hardly needed to lay a 
 finger upon the thready pulse or to bend his ear toward 
 the laboring lungs to know that the end was close at 
 hand, and that only as a man and as a Christian could 
 he be of any use. 
 
 So sitting down beside the bed, he began to speak rn 
 a quiet, cheerful way of the old days when Lizzie Doten 
 with some of his own daughters were scholars together 
 at Mistress Molly Cobb s dame school, on North Street, 
 where they were taught that s,h,a,l,l spelt shawl, and Mis 
 tress Cobb illustrated the instruction by twitching at 
 her own little plaid shoulder-shawl, and saying, " Like 
 this, you know, child." Furthermore, after spelling out 
 the sentence, " Hot love is soon cold," they were told, 
 " Yes, hot loaf is soon cold if you set it eend up, in the 
 butt ry window, as you d oughter." 
 
 " The house and all is gone now, though," whispered 
 the sick woman, forgetting her own ill feelings for the 
 moment. 
 
 " Yes, Josiah Rider bought it and built a new house, 
 and afterward sold it to his sister, widow Jackson, who 
 kept a chocolate shop there ten years or more; and 
 excellent chocolate she made, as good as I have ever 
 drunk. Well, poor soul, her labors are over at last, and 
 she is at rest." 
 
 " Widow Hannah Jackson dead ! " murmured the 
 sick woman, one of the ruling passions of her sex strong 
 even then. 
 
 " Yes, a year or two since, and left her house and 
 land to her granddaughter, Elizabeth Shurtleff, whom 
 I dare say you remember." 
 
214 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Yes, but younger than we were." 
 
 " I suppose so, yes. Well, Elizabeth has married 
 Ephraim Spooner, a fine brisk young fellow and well 
 to do. He has bought the land through to King Street, 
 where our malcontents built a church and presently 
 pulled it down again, and he has opened an alley through 
 from Rowland Street to King Street, just answering 
 my alley from King to Leyden Street, and " 
 
 But the eyelids had slowly fallen, and the lines of 
 sleepless pain were fading out of the forehead, in a 
 blessed moment of obliviousness ; so the doctor allowed 
 his low tones to gently lapse into silence, and folding 
 his arms leaned back, watching the glorious gleams of 
 color, metallic blue, softest rose, green, and royal purple, 
 that shot fitfully up from the driftwood upon the fire, 
 a section of the stern part of some long-forgotten craft ; 
 heart of oak, and hard to conquer it was, but the cruel 
 creeping tongues of flame lapped again and again over 
 the firm-grained plank, until the last moist breath was 
 scorched away, and then they danced upon the black 
 ened surface, and ate deeper and deeper toward the 
 heart. 
 
 " I saw the same thing in Paris," muttered the doc 
 tor, his memory going back to certain glittering temp 
 tations his youth had resisted, not altogether from pure 
 horror of sin, but partly from keen observation of the 
 effect of their indulgence upon his comrades. 
 
 The reverie was broken by an invitation to supper, as 
 the evening meal was honestly called when tea was 
 hardly known. 
 
 A young girl, daughter of the housekeeper, came to 
 sit with the sick woman, and the doctor, cautioning her 
 to be quiet, returned to the kitchen, where his host and 
 
THE PRICE OF A WOMAN. 215 
 
 the good woman who " did " for him, and intended, 
 after a decent interval, to marry him, stood waiting, one 
 at either end of a table without a cloth, whereon stood 
 what might well have been the remains of Miss Mirny 
 Nourse s dinner. On a huge pewter platter lay a mass 
 of cold salt beef, with another of pork, and around both 
 a wreath of cold vegetables ; a loaf of rye and Indian 
 bread, a quarter of a cheese, a plate of butter, a dish of 
 simballs, a jug of cider and another of milk : such was 
 the feast, and probably ninety-nine out of a hundred of 
 the supper tables set out that evening in the Old Colony 
 would have borne a marvelous resemblance to it. 
 
 The master of the house asked a blessing (for although 
 men in those days were chary of compliments to each 
 other, they had not learned to be discourteous toward 
 God, and always thanked Him for his gifts), and then 
 the little party sat down. 
 
 " About as heavy a storm as I Ve seen this ten year 
 back," said Wadsworth, piling his guest s plate. 
 
 " Yes, a wild night, a wild night," said the doctor 
 absently, for the noise of the lashing waves upon the 
 flat shore, the shrieking of the wind, and swirl of the 
 rain driven like shot upon the window panes, combined 
 in his consciousness with the sense of impending death, 
 and produced one of those abstracted and exalted moods 
 before which the details of ordinary life pass almost un 
 heeded. 
 
 " I ve got a bed all made up for the doctor, Mr. 
 Wadsworth," said the housekeeper, as they rose from 
 table. 
 
 " I m obliged to you, but I shall not use it yet," re 
 plied the doctor, turning with his hand upon the latch. 
 *" I will sit awhile with my patient. Wadsworth, I 
 hardly think she 11 last till the turn of the tide." 
 
216 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " She s a very sick woman, 1 know, but they mostly 
 go out with the tide," replied the husband, phlegmat- 
 ically. 
 
 " I guess I 11 see if she don t want some gruel or 
 something before you set down with her," said the house 
 keeper, taking a little copper skillet from the corner of 
 the fireplace, and pouring the contents into a bowl. 
 " Pity to waste plum-porridge when you ve got it 
 made." 
 
 " It would be wasted indeed if she swallowed it," 
 said the doctor, " but she won t ; " and in effect, when 
 a few moments later he entered the sick-room, he found 
 little Nancy greedily devouring the porridge, while her 
 mother, solemnly shaking her head, left the room, say 
 ing: 
 
 " Mis Wadsworth s eat her last mess o gruel in this 
 world." 
 
 " Let us hope she will be asked to eat none in the 
 world to come," muttered the doctor, who detested 
 gruel, but neither the housekeeper nor Nancy heard 
 this pious aspiration ; and presently, with a hearth clean 
 swept, two or three fresh candles near by, and a pretty 
 little vellum-covered French treatise on the possibility 
 of an Elixir Vitae in his hand, the doctor settled himself 
 to read and think, to watch the driftwood as it flamed 
 in fiery iris, and to listen to the spirit of the storm 
 madly shrieking for entrance to that death-room. 
 Suddenly the doctor laid down his French book, and 
 fetching a great Bible from the table between the win 
 dows turned to the Song of the Three Children, and 
 read aloud as if to invisible auditors. 
 
 " But the angel of the Lord came down into the fur 
 nace together with Azarias and his fellows, and smote 
 
THE PRICE OF A WOMAN. 217 
 
 the flame of the fire out of the oven, and made the 
 midst of the furnace as it had been a moist whistling 
 wind, so that the fire touched them not at all, neither 
 hurt nor troubled them." And again turning the leaves 
 he added, in the voice of one who confutes an adversary, 
 " Behold the Lord s hand is not shortened that it can 
 not save, neither his ear heavy that it cannot hear ! " 
 " Even as he rescued those, so shall he rescue this." And 
 being all alone with God, and the Prince of the Power 
 of the Air, and his servant Death, Doctor LeBaron knelt 
 beside the deathbed, and prayed silently and fervently, 
 and after his own fashion. 
 
 Midnight struck, and almost immediately the bed 
 room door opened very quietly to admit the husband. 
 
 " How is she ? " whispered he. 
 1 " Very low. Going fast. She is unconscious." 
 
 " Can you tell how long ?" 
 
 " Not precisely. Perhaps an hour." 
 
 " Tide turns at three." 
 
 " I cannot tell if she will wait for it." 
 
 "Well, I want to know very particular just a few 
 minutes before she goes." 
 
 " I will call you, but probably she will not be con 
 scious." 
 
 " That s no matter. I d like to know sure" 
 
 Well, I will call you." 
 
 The door closed as softly as it had opened, but in an 
 other hour reopened, and the same colloquy ensued. 
 
 Again at two, and the doctor grew rather ashamed 
 of not having appreciated the tender affection of the 
 undemonstrative husband, and suggested : 
 
 " You had better come and sit here with me. Possibly 
 she may be conscious for a moment, at the last." 
 
218 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " No, I Ve got to get ready and be right on hand be 
 fore the last breath s got cold on the air. But I might 
 wait in here, I suppose." 
 
 " Yes. wait in here," said the doctor, stooping to lis 
 ten to the fluttering breath. " Each moment may be the 
 last." 
 
 The farmer disappeared, and the doctor, a finger on 
 the pulse and his eyes upon that gray changed face, sat 
 thinking his own thoughts and waiting to see the end. 
 
 Once more the door opened, and a strange burly 
 figure entered ; it was indeed Quentin Wadsworth, but 
 so disguised that LeBaron, for the moment, saw in 
 him only the embodiment of his own fantastic visions. 
 A yellow oilskin coat covered him from head to heel, 
 and was girt about the middle with a red woolen scarf ; 
 a hat of the same material, and furnished with a cape 
 falling upon the shoulders, was tied down bonnet-wise 
 by a little plaid shawl belonging to Nancy ; a tin lan 
 tern, pierced with many holes, through which shone a 
 dubious and broken light, was in his hand, and it was in 
 a voice hoarse with emotion that he whispered : 
 
 " Is she going ? It s most three." 
 
 " Almost gone. Are you going for the minister, or 
 Doctor Willis ? " 
 
 " Nary one. She saw the minister to-day, and Willis 
 ain t a patch on you for a doctor." 
 
 " What, then ? " 
 
 " Why, I m going to tell the bees ! Did n t you know 
 why I was so pertikler about bein called ? If there s a 
 death, and you don t tell the bees of it, first thing fore 
 the breath s cold, they 11 all leave early in the morning, 
 and you 11 never see them again." 
 
THE PRICE OF A WOMAN. 219 
 
 " And that was why you were so anxious to know the 
 moment of her death ? " 
 
 " Yes, that was it." 
 
 " How fond you are of your bees ! " 
 
 The man paused for a slow moment of pondering, and 
 then said in his heavy tones : 
 
 " I s pose you mean I ain t fond of my wife, but I 
 am. Fact is I m free to confess I d rather have lost 
 every bee I ve got ; why, I d rather have lost the best 
 cow in my herd than lost that woman, I had so ! But 
 if I ve got to lose her, why, it don t make it any better 
 to lose the bees inter the bargain, and she was main 
 fond of em herself." 
 
 " Yes, yes, I see be quiet no-w ! " And fifteen min 
 utes ticked away, while the husband stood like a statue, 
 and the doctor, with his back to him, sat wiping the 
 death damps from that cadaverous face, and revolving 
 many thoughts in a mind that seldom found full ex 
 pression. 
 
 At last he turned his head, and motioned toward the 
 door with his hand. Quentin Wadsworth stirred, hesi 
 tated, then on laborious tiptoe drew near the bed, gazed 
 for a moment, then stooped and kissed the clammy 
 brow. 
 
 " Good-by, Liz," muttered he ; but the doctor, moving 
 impatiently, said : 
 
 " Go tell the bees, man, or you may lose them into 
 the bargain." 
 
 And as the old eight-day clock in the kitchen with 
 moan and groan struck three, and the tide on Marsh- 
 field flats hung lifeless for a moment before it turned to 
 the ebb, Lizzie Wadsworth s soul went forth to meet its 
 
220 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Judge, and her husband, breasting the howling wind, 
 hung over the beehives and chanted : 
 
 " Bees, I tell you of a death, 
 And bring you here the parting breath ! 
 Death has come and death has gone : 
 Make your honey in the morn." 
 
CHAPTER XXIV. 
 
 A SCENE OF HORROR. 
 
 " DOCTOR, if you ain t in too great of a hurry, I d be 
 very much beholden to you to stop as you go apast the 
 buryin ground, and help me pick out a spot for Lizzie. 
 Somehow I don t like to go alone to such places, with 
 death in the house and all." 
 
 The doctor s smile was quizzical, but his answer was 
 courteous. 
 
 " I will gladly do all I can to please you, friend 
 Wadsworth, for you have taught me much of human 
 nature." 
 
 Quentin Wadsworth cogitated this reply all the way 
 to the graveyard, but never arrived at its interpretation, 
 and for the rest of his life rather resented it. 
 
 The grave was soon selected, and while Quentin drove 
 some little stakes to mark its boundaries, the doctor went 
 a few steps farther to read an epitaph of which he was 
 
 fond. 
 
 " Here Lyes Ye Ashes 
 
 Of Ye Reverend Learned 
 
 & Pious Mr Edward Tompson 
 
 Pastor of Ye Church of 
 
 Marshfield who Suddenly 
 
 Departed This Life March 
 
 Ye 16th 1705 
 Anno ^Etatis Suee 40 
 
 " Here in a Tyrant s Hand Doth Captive Lye 
 A Rare Synopsis of Divinity, 
 
222 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Old Patriarchs, Prophets, Gospel Bishops Meet 
 Under Deep Silence in their winding Sheet ; 
 Here Rest Awhile in Hope, with Full Intent 
 When their King Calls to Meet in Parliament." 
 
 " Looking at old Parson Tompson s stone, Doctor ? 
 Ah, he was a learned man ! I ve heard the old folks 
 say his sermons were stuffed so full of Greek and Latin 
 you could hardly understand a word of em. He wan t 
 the man to put his neighbors to an open shame talking 
 at em in meeting, as some folks do. I d like to set 
 under just such another man " 
 
 " * To sit in Parliament, " murmured the doctor, 
 catching at the only word his brain had assimilated. 
 
 " Eh ? " gasped Quentin. 
 
 " Oh, yes yes, the reverend doctor died only a few 
 months after my father, and I dare say they were ac 
 quainted." 
 
 "Like enough, like enough; doctors and parsons mostly 
 are acquainted. Well, sir, I 11 bid you good-day, and 
 am greatly obliged for your company. I suppose there 11 
 be a pretty heavy bill, but if you 11 be kind of easy " 
 
 " It s got to be all paid up before you marry again ; 
 mind that, Wadsworth, or I 11 come and kill your bees." 
 
 And the doctor, stepping into his sulky, nodded to his 
 astonished debtor, touched Black Bess with the whip, 
 and set off on his long drive over the sandy roads 
 and through the melancholy autumn woods between 
 Marshfield and Plymouth. 
 
 He was within a few miles of home, and already won 
 dering what Elizabeth would have ready for dinner, 
 when both he and Bess were startled by a succession 
 of piercing shrieks and cries of " Murder ! Murder ! 
 Help ! Fire ! Murder ! " all in the gasping voice of 
 
A SCENE OF HORROR. 
 
 a woman, who ran and stumbled and fell, and picked 
 herself up, but never stopped shrieking for one single 
 moment. 
 
 " Whoa, Bess ! Be quiet, you beast ! Who s there ? 
 This way ! " 
 
 And not waiting for his call to be obeyed, the doctor 
 sprang from his carriage, knotted the rein around a 
 tree, and hastened up the narrow wood-road whence 
 came the shrieks and exclamations. Just around the 
 first turn he had to step suddenly aside into the bushes, 
 to avoid collision with the frantic creature who uttered 
 them, and who, in all the blind terror of a frightened 
 animal, was plunging past, never seeing him, when the 
 doctor, who knew the face of every man, woman, and 
 child within ten miles of his own door, caught her by the 
 arm, exclaiming: 
 
 " Hannah Crombie, what s the matter with you ? 
 You re safe now, girl ; stop screaming, and tell me what 
 has so frightened you." 
 
 " O Doctor LeBaron ! Oh, Doctor ! " 
 
 " Well, what is it, child ? " 
 
 " Oh, little Molly and Neddie, and Dorcas and baby 
 oh, oh, oh ! " 
 
 " Has something happened to the children ? Where 
 are Mr. English and your mistress ? " 
 
 "All, all, every one of them, he and all, and I to 
 come in on them singing away as happy oh, I li 
 never sing again, never, never, n-e-v-e-r ! " And with 
 the frightened quaver of her last word Hannah went off 
 into violent hysterics, and slipped from the doctor s grasp 
 to the ground, where she lay writhing almost like an epi 
 leptic. The doctor watched her for a moment; then 
 dragging her into the middle of the grassy road, where 
 
224 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 she could not hurt herself, he left her, and hastened on 
 to the pretty little clearing upon the hill rising from the 
 banks of the placid river so often referred to, where Icha- 
 bod English had built a house and carried home a bride 
 some years before. This bride was Acsah Ring, the 
 last surviving child, save one, of Ansel Ring and Molly 
 Peach ; and when she, left quite destitute at her mother s 
 death, was so fortunate as to attract the attention of the 
 young stranger just arrived from over seas to settle in 
 Plymouth, people said that mother Crewe s curse was 
 worn out, and that one, at least, of Molly Peach s chil 
 dren was to prosper and be happy. 
 
 But now ! 
 
 The kitchen door lay wide open to the sunshine 
 which succeeded the storm of the previous night, and 
 on the millstone step sat a shepherd dog, his nose up 
 raised, howling fearfully ; near at hand a cat, with bris 
 tling fur, expanded tail, and great glaring green eyes, 
 wandered restlessly up and down, occasionally licking 
 her chops in a nervous kind of fashion, and uttering a 
 distressful yowl. 
 
 Doctor LeBaron, who studied animals as keenly as 
 he did men and Nature, looked at both these, and his 
 healthy cheek grew pale. 
 
 "Something fearful has come this way," said he 
 aloud, and pushing past the dog, who looked at him and 
 ceased howling, he passed into the kitchen, which was 
 clean and empty, and through it to the sitting-room, 
 then to the parlor, and at last to the great sunny bed 
 room, where some six months before he had attended 
 Acsah and her last baby. 
 
 At the door he stopped, and clung to the casing in 
 utter amazement and horror. Upon the bed lay the 
 
A SCENE OF HORROR. 225 
 
 mother with the baby in her arms, both dead, while the 
 scarlet stain upon their night-robes told what death they 
 had died. On the floor, upon a blanket spread, in the 
 ghastly irony of insanity, to protect their little forms 
 from the hard floor, lay three children, Molly, and 
 Neddie, and Dorcas, their pretty faces calm and white, 
 their little limbs straightened, and their hands folded 
 each upon its breast, above the wound that had let their 
 young lives out. 
 
 At a table, his body fallen forward across it, his dead 
 fingers crisped upon a pistol resting upon his knee, lay 
 Ichabod English, the husband and father of those 
 around him, and from whom he had now forever 
 divided himself. 
 
 For some moments Doctor LeBaron stood staring at 
 this scene with incredulous horror, every faculty frozen 
 in awful amazement. He was aroused by the dog, who 
 had quietly followed him in, and stood expectant of 
 some help to those he loved ; finding that none came, 
 he turned upon the intruder with a savage growl and a 
 grim bark, that said as plainly as words : " Help them, 
 or you shall be as they ! " 
 
 The man understood, for there are moments when 
 reason and instinct need no words to interpret each to 
 each, and, rousing himself, he muttered : 
 
 " Yes, Jack, yes, but it s only too sure ! " and taking 
 off his hat he passed into the room, carefully skirting 
 the blanket so precisely laid, and leaning over the bed 
 drew aside the linen from the mother s breast. A little 
 wound, accurately delivered at the precise point to in 
 sure instantaneous death, both sure and deep ; another 
 through the baby s tender bosom, and still its soft mouth 
 bore the curve of baby fright and pain, although the 
 
226 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 eyes were closed as if in sleep. The mother s face bore 
 no impress of terror, and both face and limbs had been 
 carefully composed to decent rest soon after death ; but 
 as the hours went on, there had grown upon that face, 
 as we most of us have watched expressions grow upon 
 the faces of our dead, a faint smile of awful meaning ; 
 a smile of pity and of wonder, of yearning love, and yet 
 of eternal farewell; a smile which told more of the 
 mysteries beyond the veil than Death often reveals. 
 
 The doctor drew the sheet over that telltale face, 
 and passed to the children, then to the father ; but as he 
 examined the pistol wound through the right temple, 
 and saw that the fingers so tightly clenched in death 
 must have taken their grasp in life, his face grew stern 
 and hard. 
 
 " It is his own work and they too ! " 
 
 Upon the table, close beside the pistol lay, a thick let 
 ter, held in place by a sharp and slender dagger of Ital 
 ian make, pierced through it to the table. The handle 
 had been a cross, but Ichabod English was a Cove 
 nanter, and so hated the emblem, which to him meant 
 not Christ, but the Pope, that he had mutilated it be 
 yond recognition ; and the shadow which fell from it 
 across his fallen head resembled more an accusing 
 finger than the cross whereby the penitent robber was 
 pardoned and saved even at the eleventh hour. 
 
 This letter was superscribed in a bold and steady 
 hand, 
 
 To 
 
 DOCTOR LAZARUS LEBARON 
 THESE. 
 
 And with great surprise the doctor drew out the 
 dagger, and carried the pierced letter into the open air 
 to read. 
 
CHAPTER XXV. 
 
 THE LETTER. 
 
 " DOCTOR LEBARON, It seems to me probable that 
 you will be the first person of responsibility and author 
 ity called to witness the work I mean to accomplish 
 this day, and I therefore address to you some explana 
 tion of a course which you naturally will condemn, but 
 yet one which I am fain to believe God will approve. 
 
 " You know, as do all the Fathers of Plymouth, how I 
 have striven, since I came among you, to earn an honest 
 livelihood, and to live decently and soberly before God 
 and man ; but as you may not know, there are those who 
 come into the world under a curse, and whose most 
 strenuous exertions do not deliver them therefrom. My 
 mind has been much exercised of late upon the doctrine 
 of predestination, and whether indeed some men are 
 born to reprobation, as Calvin holds and Pastor Robbins 
 teaches. If it be so I, as one of the reprobate, am only 
 damned the deeper by my efforts to intrude upon those 
 good works reserved for the elect, and can be no worse 
 off in another world by taking the ready way out of 
 this, and if God indeed be such a God, I know not that 
 I greatly care though I banish myself forever from his 
 presence. 
 
 " Howbeit, I will not consume your time in polemical 
 discussion, and will the more willingly leave it that 
 since many days I feel some strange distemper in my 
 
228 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 head, which confuses my intellect ; indeed, what man 
 can consider matters of depth while foul birds clap 
 their wings incessantly within his brain, and the sound 
 of many waters about to engulf him warns him to save 
 himself, but yet without an ark ? One says Hasten, and 
 I obey ; though as he is ever behind me I cannot tell 
 who he may be, yet I obey. 
 
 " I have striven to live, I have been willing to labor, I 
 have toiled night and day, and have prayed yes, 
 prayed, doubtless to mine own condemnation, being, as 
 I have said, reprobate and lost ; but the little children 
 and their mother are of the elect : that, even this one 
 dares not deny and does not. 
 
 " My money is all spent, my debts are pressing, the 
 day of hope is past, and I can work no more, for the 
 birds who blind mine eyes and confuse my brain with 
 the whirring of their wings. I must die, there is no 
 possibility left of life ; yet, while I hold it, life is all I 
 have, my sole possession it is mine own, and I have 
 the right to mine own. 
 
 " Now, then, I will, I will think you shall not come 
 between me and the page again stand there behind 
 and wait I will explain myself before I heed your 
 call, I will justify myself to this man, with the quiet 
 keen eyes, who has sometimes looked at me as though 
 he saw the birds, or there, there ! 
 
 " I have a right to my own life, and I am going to take 
 it. I hold myself responsible for the lives of these 
 children, and I will not abandon them to starvation and 
 the cruel, cruel world that has driven me out of its doors. 
 I shall take them with me, the poor little ones, my brave 
 boy, my pretty little maids ; yes they shall come with 
 their dad, who never spoke a word awry to any of 
 
THE LETTER. 229 
 
 them, but while I thought of it all last night, I determined 
 that Acsah should have her baby, lest she be too deso 
 late no, I have no right to Acsah s life : I did not give 
 it, I am not responsible for it, I will not decide for her ; 
 perhaps she will see it right to follow by the same road, 
 and I will leave her the baby lest she should feel too 
 desolate; the little nursing baby will comfort her; so 
 this morning I have prepared, oh, so wisely, so carefully, 
 so gently, yes, the one behind the chair arranged it all, 
 and put it in between the birds into my head, yes, I 
 sent the man to the mill, and ordered him to wait until 
 all his corn was ground, and that s all day at Jenney s 
 mill, and I told Acsah I saw she was tired and heavy- 
 hearted, and she should go to spend the day with her aunt 
 and take her baby to see its grandam, as she calls herself, 
 and when she fain would tarry with me, rather than 
 have any other company, I put on a stern air and said 
 I chose to have it so, and she, poor woman, threw hei 
 arms around me and cried, no, no, I had better forget 
 all that yes, she went, and left all sorts of charges 
 with the maid what she was to do for my comfort, and 
 bade the children be good and not worry poor dad, who 
 was very tired, yes, I heard her, I heard her from be 
 hind the door where I hid to look my last on her, but 
 at length she went, and no sooner had the sound of the 
 horse s feet died away than I called the maid and said 
 I had changed my mind, and should take the children 
 and go away, and she might have the day with her own 
 people ; it made me laugh all inside my head, to think 
 how I told her no lie, for indeed I would go away and 
 take the children, no lie, no, for I am an honorable man, 
 yes, and a good father, but she went with wonder in 
 her eyes, still she went, and now all is ready, I have the 
 
230 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 curious knife the Italian sailor sold me long ago, oh in 
 some other life which I have all but forgotten, and I 
 have made it very sharp what what noise is that ? " 
 
 The manuscript broke off abruptly with a blot, as if 
 the pen had fallen on the paper, and began again as 
 abruptly. 
 
 " She has come back, Acsah and the baby come back ? 
 come back she says she was all but at home when 
 something, she knew not what, came over her and forced 
 her to turn back she cried, poor Acsah, and said she 
 came because she must come, she had no choice but 
 come, and then she cried again, and asked why did I 
 look so strange, and why had I put the children in their 
 night gear when it was hardly afternoon, and then came 
 the storm, and in the wind came voices. I knew one of 
 them right well, for it is whispering, whispering always 
 at my back, wait, wait now until I can finish, I must 
 write to my friend the doctor with the quiet eyes for he 
 will understand, he will see that when she was forced to 
 come back, and that not by birds, or by It, for she is a 
 good woman, and one of God s elect, it shows that God 
 will have her go with me no doubt her tender heart 
 would break in the horror of it, her little Molly, and 
 stout Neddie, and grave pretty Dorcas, yes, she could not 
 let them go and stay behind, and she must go too, and if 
 there is sin in it as by moments I guess, it is better to be 
 on me the reprobate, than her the elect, and so perhaps 
 damn her to my abode, no, she shall die as guiltless 
 as the baby at her breast, and I will take her first, that 
 she may not see the little ones die I will contrive it all 
 so gently, so gently and tenderly, for I am a good hus 
 band and a good father, and would be a good man had I 
 been born so that I could be, and yet predestination 
 
THE LETTER. 231 
 
 argues that those predestined to be damned can do 
 neither good nor harm, for they have no free will 
 there there there, flap your wings and whiz and buzz 
 and whisper all you will, I won t be hurried, I won t 
 give way and frighten her no, no, whatever comes I 
 will be as gentle and as tender oh, Acsah darling, 
 indeed and indeed it is for the best or you would not 
 have come back, well, well I will not delay, let me but 
 sign my name, for I never yet did work I was ashamed 
 to set my name to, I am an honest man and an honor 
 able. 
 
 ICHABOD ENGLISH." 
 
 And never had the unhappy man signed his name 
 more boldly or more firmly than in this last moment 
 of his piteous clinging to some semblance of reason. 
 
 How the end came none may know, and yet one feels 
 that the habit and the instinct of gentleness and tender 
 ness so constantly claimed did not desert him at the last, 
 and that the tragedy was completed without terror to 
 the victims. Possibly Acsah may have been put to 
 sleep, since opium was found in the house, and it was 
 suspected that English was a victim to its abuse. That 
 quiet face looked like one who had died in sleep, but only 
 God and the spirits of good and evil know more than is 
 here set down. 
 
CHAPTER XXVI. 
 
 ELIZABETH ROBBINS* LETTER HOME. 
 
 " GOOD-MORNING, monsieur le Curd ! " 
 
 " Good-morning, monsieur le Docteur ! " 
 
 And their mild little quotidian jest exchanged, the 
 two men laughed in the idle, friendly fashion of men 
 who meet too often to have anything very startling to 
 say at any one time. 
 
 " Are you ready to set out for Oberry ? " pursued the 
 doctor. 
 
 " All ready. Eleven o clock was the hour for the 
 marriage, I believe." 
 
 "Yes, and the feast at noon. My girls, Pris and 
 Margot, are going up in the wagon under convoy of 
 Quasho." 
 
 " Ah, yes. Margaret is fond of these little French 
 maids, I believe." 
 
 " Yes, she inherits a marvelous aptitude for my 
 father s language, and enjoys the opportunity of speak 
 ing it. Here is the chaise ; will you step in first, Par 
 son ? " 
 
 " I m obliged to you, sir." 
 
 And Mr. Bobbins, with a ceremonious bow, stepped 
 past the doctor and seated himself in the chaise. A 
 handsome man, in the early maturity of life, with a re 
 fined and aristocratic face, eloquent dark eyes, and a 
 mouth that suggested some possible tendency toward 
 
ELIZABETH ROBBING LETTER HOME. 233 
 
 the savory flesh-pots of Egypt ; just enough, perhaps, to 
 give ground for those victories of the spirit over the 
 flesh by which the saints are perfected. A genial man 
 in private life, a courteous gentleman, a scholar won 
 derful for his time, and an honor to his Alma Mater of 
 Yale ; so tender a husband that his wife mourned her 
 self to death in a few months after his decease, and a 
 father greatly beloved both by his natural and his spir 
 itual children, Chandler Bobbins had lived like many 
 another good man to serene old age, and been like them 
 forgotten of a world careless of those in whom it can 
 find no fault, but for a dark shadow, which, falling 
 athwart his life like a bend sinister across an azure 
 shield, makes more vivid the heavenly tint, and yet de 
 tracts from its completeness. It was the shadow of 
 John Calvin, that spiritual ogre who stood between so 
 many souls and God s sunshine, and preached the wrath 
 and vengeance of a monstrous and impossible Deity upon 
 those who, innocent of any voluntary disobedience, were 
 to be damned, with no place of repentance, to eternal 
 torments " whose smoke ascends forever and ever, a 
 grateful incense to the nostrils of the Almighty ; " for 
 such was the enthusiastic gloss passed upon Calvin s 
 doctrine by his disciple Hopkins, whose severities Pastor 
 Bobbins admired and assumed to himself, and such was 
 the teaching that, meeting his temporal misfortunes in 
 the mind of Ichabod English, overthrew its poise and 
 drove him to his awful deed. 
 
 But to-day the pastor goes to marry pretty Ali-sr 
 Bergeron to her faithful lover, Jean Daudin, who has 
 made a voyage or two since the day Philip de Montar- 
 naud slipped a gold piece into the bride s hand with 
 " Pour ton trousseau, ma petite," and now a little cottage 
 
234 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 is ready, and plenished with such household gear as 
 was rescued in that sad wreck of the home at Grand 
 Pr, or wrought since by the wheels and loom of the 
 busy family ; and to-day is St. Martin s Day again, and 
 fair and sweet as was that other St. Martin s Day, and 
 the wagon, with Priscilla and Margaret LeBaron and 
 little Jennie Robbins, their pet and plaything, bowls 
 merrily along, driven by Quasho, who entertains his 
 young ladies with story, jest, and song to the best of 
 his wonderful ability. 
 
 A little in advance nods and sways the chaise, con 
 taining the two fathers, and the doctor is saying : 
 
 "We had letters from Elizabeth last night by the 
 hand of some gentleman traveling from Norfolk to 
 Boston, who was so obliging as to hand them to the 
 master of the packet. Have you heard from your 
 brother lately ? " 
 
 " No. I suppose, what with his duties to his parish 
 and his household and his studies he finds but little time 
 for correspondence. He wrote me of the birth of the 
 child." 
 
 "Yes, Elizabeth is very cock-a-hoop over her new 
 honors. Stay, here is her letter to Pris, who handed it 
 to me just as I left the house. Will you read it out 
 for our mutual benefit ? " 
 
 " If it is no breach of confidence." 
 
 " Oh, no ; Pris said t was the minister s wife that 
 wrote." 
 
 " And I am glad my sister-in-law feels within her 
 self the obligations of a minister s wife," said Mr. Rob- 
 bins, rather severely ; but as the doctor only smiled in 
 reply, he unfolded the little sheet of coarse English 
 paper, and read : 
 
ELIZABETH ROBBING LETTER HOME. 235 
 
 NOKFOI.K, September llth. 
 
 VERY D r SISTER. It feems very malloncolly to me 
 Sometimes When I think of our Situation tow loveing 
 Sillers as we are Separated at Such a great diftance from 
 each other. I was in Some hopes of your comeing up 
 this fall to tarry thro the Winter but dont know but it 
 wou d be two hard for D r Father. I want exceedingly to 
 See you all efpecially Father Shou d have gone down this 
 fall had it not been that I have a nursing Baby but 
 hope two next Spring I feel much Concerned about 
 yow D r Priffe for we have no mother tho a tender 
 father hope you mind his pious Inftruction o my D r 
 Sister let me recomend to you Early Piety above every 
 thing as the Onely Sure foundation of comfort in this 
 life and the Onely foundation of hope When We come 
 to die don t let the Vanities of this empty World take 
 up all your Heart remember that going alone before 
 god and fpreading out the heart there has been of happy 
 effect to Some we are all well Ammi is a little Fat 
 hansome Boy Sister Sally has been here about 2 months 
 is now going home With her Brother Mr Robbins 
 wou d join in Love to all the family and to Brother and 
 Sifter Robbins I subscribe your 
 
 moft tender affectionate Sifter, 
 
 ELiz th ROBBINS. 
 
 Regards to D r Betfy Fofter Molley and Nancy May- 
 hew, Becca Fuller and other Friends. 
 
 " Yes, very pleasant, very satisfactory," remarked 
 the pastor, folding the letter and handing it back. 
 " Elizabeth seems a little homesick, but it is doubtless 
 a consolation to be able to write so fluently and well. 
 I do not myself see any evil in teaching the humanities 
 
236 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 to girls as well as boys. I fully intend my little Jennie 
 there shall read and write and cipher as well as her 
 brothers, and not be restricted to her sampler, catechism, 
 and Bible as so many girls are." 
 
 " You do not agree with old Father Cobb, then, who, 
 when I asked him to join with some of us in hiring for 
 our girls a teacher somewhat more advanced than Mis 
 tress Tabitha Plaskett and her compeers, replied to the 
 effect that the world would have come to a pretty pass 
 when wives and daughters should look over the shoul 
 ders of their husbands and fathers as they wrote, and 
 offer to correct such errors in spelling as they might 
 see fit to commit." 
 
 " Ha ! I fancy spelling was a tender subject with 
 gran sir Cobb," laughed Robbins, " and Mistress Ammi 
 Ruhama Robbins could have set him right more than 
 once." 
 
 " Yes, she spells well enough," replied the doctor, 
 well pleased, "especially as there seems no hard and 
 fast rule about the matter. Most persons vary their 
 spelling of the same word according to their mood or 
 fancy." 
 
 " Even my friend the Rev. John Newton, rector of 
 Olney, near London, with whom I have much spiritual 
 delight in correspondence, will now and again indulge 
 himself in certain vagaries of that sort, but the soul or 
 animus of his epistles never falters or checks ; and after 
 all it is the spirit that maketh alive, and the letter that 
 killeth." 
 
 " And yet, Parson, it seems to me as if it were well 
 for us if we did not stick quite so close to the letter, but 
 gave way more to the spirit at times. Poor Lyddy 
 Garnish, for instance, in her mortal sickness cravingly 
 
ELIZABETH ROBBING LETTER HOME. 237 
 
 desired to be admitted to the church, and to partake of 
 the Last Supper of the Lord ; and because the poor soul 
 was too feeble to leave her bed and personally appear in 
 the church, she was refused, and died incommunicate. 
 It was indeed the letter that killed there." 
 
 "I was willing," exclaimed the pastor, much dis 
 turbed. " I took down her Relation and Confession of 
 Sin and read them to the church, and we restored her 
 to charity ; but two of the deacons were very bitter in 
 opposition to breaking the rule, and the gentler counsels 
 were overborne. Still, her children, you know, were ad 
 mitted to baptism." 
 
 " Yes, and under the Halfway Covenant they would 
 have been so without question, since their parents were 
 baptized." 
 
 " Oh, that Halfway Covenant ! " cried Bobbins, bit 
 terly ; " that notable contrivance of Satan to ensnare 
 souls, and cry to them, Peace ! Peace ! where there is 
 no peace ! It makes me quiver with terror to see per 
 sons sitting down at the Lord s Table, and counting 
 themselves of His elect, whose baptism lies under such 
 grievous disability." 
 
 " Parson Leonard admitted all to baptism whose 
 parents were baptized, whether they were church mem 
 bers or not," replied the doctor, gravely. " He held that 
 the two sacraments were so conjoined that one receiving 
 baptism was already in the grace of communion, and 
 her child had birthright to membership in the church, 
 and to baptism as its first step." 
 
 " I know he did, and I confess to you, brother, that I 
 have had great searchings of heart as to how he shall ren 
 der account of his stewardship. It is a fearful, yes, an 
 awful thing to be put in charge of the souls for whom 
 
238 DR, LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Christ died, and if the shepherd himself opens the door 
 of the fold to the wolf " 
 
 " To his own Master he stand or falls, " interrupted 
 the doctor, with that tact which will not let a friend 
 utter words which he might regret speaking. 
 
 " Yes, to his own Master he stands or falls/ " 
 dreamily repeated Robbins. "And so with you and 
 me as well as with Nathaniel Leonard, It is a fearful 
 thing to fall into the hands of the living God/ and few, 
 few indeed shall be saved." 
 
 " Parson, what motive, think you, had God Almighty 
 in the creation of man ? " 
 
 " He created them for His own glory, as doubtless you 
 learned in your catechism." 
 
 " Yes, but is not He the fountain of all wisdom ? " 
 
 " Surely." 
 
 "And of all love?" 
 
 " Doubtless." 
 
 " And power, since by it He combined the atoms 
 already existent, and vivified them into His creature 
 man ? " 
 
 "Of course, but what" 
 
 " One moment, and you will see. Is it logical to say 
 that the failure of His own work gives glory to God s 
 / wisdom ? " 
 
 " Rather to His justice." 
 
 " Is then His justice incompatible with wisdom ? " 
 
 " God forbid." 
 
 " But you believe that under the conditions of their 
 being most men are born but to be damned." 
 
 " Under the conditions of their fall in Adam." 
 
 "But Calvin teaches, and since him Hopkins, that 
 Adam was predestinate to fall, thus making God the 
 
ELIZABETH ROBBING LETTER HOME. 239 
 
 Author of sin ; and so before the first man was made, the 
 race created by God s wisdom and love were predes 
 tinate by His power to damnation." 
 
 " Except the elect." 
 
 " Except the elect, and they chosen out, not for their 
 virtues, not for their penitence, not for their faith or 
 for their works, but by an arbitrary appointment of 
 God." 
 
 " Doctor LeBaron, you blaspheme " 
 
 "Indeed I do not, Mr. Robbins. No man living 
 holds his Maker in more reverence and love than I do ; 
 but I cannot with you place John Calvin and his disciples 
 next to God in my allegiance, and if you will take it from 
 a man old enough to be your father, I think you would be 
 a happier, yes, and a more useful man if you did not do 
 so, either." 
 
 " You are indeed an older man, Doctor, and we have 
 taken sweet counsel together, and walked in the house 
 of God as friends, and yet I must believe you to be in 
 grievous error. In my belief John Calvin was a prophet 
 commissioned by God to declare his truth, and the Five 
 Points as set forth by him are to me of equal impor 
 tance with any precept of the New Testament." 
 
 " The Five Points ! Do they marry well with the Ser 
 mon on the Mount ? " 
 
 " They do in the Mind of God, although your mind 
 may not have grasp enough for more than one aspect of 
 the question." 
 
 "H m. Election, including of course reprobation, 
 means that from all eternity some souls are predesti 
 nate to salvation for no merit of their own, and some to 
 damnation for no fault of their own. Redemption, that 
 is the saving of the souls of the elect through the Atone- 
 
240 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 ment of Christ ; but this saving grace, saddled with Par 
 ticular Redemption, meaning that Christ died only for 
 the elect, and His death is of no efficacy to the non- 
 elect. Then the Bondage of the Will, so that the non- 
 elect have no power of repentance, or of turning to God, 
 or of conviction of sin leading to confession and pardon." 
 
 " Esau found no place of repentance, though he 
 sought it bitterly with tears." 
 
 "I know, but Holy Writ saith not that he found none 
 beyond the grave. But the fourth point Irresistible 
 Grace, meaning that the elect cannot resist conversion, 
 even if they would is, to be sure, a comfortable doctrine 
 for the elect, but of a nature to paralyze the exertions 
 of one who feels assured that no efforts of his own can 
 merit this grace, and no sins can be so displeasing to 
 God as to prevent it in the soul of the elect. And then, as 
 if to clench this, comes Final Perseverance, the gift 
 whereby the elect become impeccable and incapable of 
 falling from grace ; and furthermore, this gift being with 
 held from the non-elect, they have no power of retain 
 ing any good they may receive from holy teaching or 
 from holy baptism, so that though they may seem to live a 
 good and Christian life in this world, all merit is buried 
 with them in the grave, and they are judged even more 
 severely at the last for having as it were cheated them 
 selves and their fellows here below by a simulacrum of 
 sanctity. Now, Parson, do you call this exposition of 
 the Councils of God, Almighty God, who so loved the 
 world that He gave His only begotten Son to die for its 
 redemption, -*- do you call it as consistent with Christ s 
 showing of the Father as is the Sermon on the Mount, 
 or the last discourse, as given by John the Beloved 
 Disciple?" 
 
ELIZABETH BOBBINS LETTER HOME. 241 
 
 A long silence ensued, broken only by the sweet non 
 sense of the little birds telling each other that summer 
 had come back and it was almost time for nesting, and 
 the joyous voices with laughter borne on the still air 
 from the merry party in the wagon. At last the parson 
 said : 
 
 "It is easy enough for the carnal mind to become 
 entangled in these subtleties of reason, or rather of false 
 doctrine, and it is thought that Satan was of the cheru 
 bim, those blessed spirits who derive wisdom from the 
 Almighty as their especial gift, so it is not to be doubted 
 that he can even now plague men s minds with what ap 
 pear to be sound arguments against the faith, while all 
 the time they are mere delusions of the enemy." 
 
 " Why not turn round that weapon, and try its point 
 upon the Five Points ? To my mind t will prove the 
 sharpest," suggested the doctor ; but his companion 
 flushed as a man does when he is insulted. 
 
 " And still you are a deacon of the church, Dr. Le- 
 Baron," said he, severely. 
 
 " A deacon of the Church of Christ, but not of the 
 Church of Calvin, any more than that of Knox or of 
 Luther, nay, nor of Rome," returned the doctor, with 
 animation. " Since the Separatists cut adrift from the 
 old ecclesiastical system, every man is free within cer 
 tain limits to judge for himself ; that is one of the es 
 sential consequences of separation, and you know as 
 well as I what the almost imperceptible divergence at 
 their source of two straight lines leads to in the end. 
 I claim to be a thoroughly sound Christian and church 
 member, however unworthy as an individual soul ; but 
 I differ from the belief of John Calvin, and in many 
 points I differ from you, and I know men in this town 
 
242 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 who differ from all of us, yet what is to be said ? We 
 have the open Bible, we have private judgment, we 
 have liberty of conscience, (although you say no liberty 
 of will), and we are free to diverge, each one as con 
 science guides him. I tell you, Parson, the world does 
 not stand still one instant, and this movement begun 
 some two hundred years since in England will go on, 
 until Christians who could not endure the tyranny of 
 King, or rather Bishop Stork, will run riot under some 
 yet unborn King Log unable even to defend himself." 
 
 " I know that the leaven of discontent and rebellion 
 is working in this town," said the minister, bitterly. 
 
 " And not only in matters ecclesiastical," replied the 
 doctor, in a lighter tone. " Our good mother of Eng 
 land will have to change her policy right speedily, or 
 she will find that her big boy over here is too stalwart 
 to be laid across her knee any longer. He begins to 
 demand respect and consideration even from his par 
 ents." 
 
 " One would suppose that the Colonies emphatic re 
 jection of the Stamp Act would have sufficed as a hint 
 to the old mother," said Bobbins, entering with an air 
 of relief upon the new topic. 
 
 " The English mind is not very quick at imbibing 
 new ideas, or in perceiving when it is best to abandon 
 old ones," and a little French smile crept across the 
 doctor s thin lips. 
 
 " Well, we are as English as they," replied the par 
 son, promptly. " And in the course of a century and 
 a half have got the idea of liberty so thoroughly worked 
 into our heads that I doubt if all King George s armies 
 would suffice to knock it out." 
 
 " State and Church are indeed divided here, are they 
 
ELIZABETH ROBBINS LETTER HOME. 243 
 
 not ? " remarked the doctor quietly. " You, a man of 
 peace, are all but ready to grasp the carnal weapon in 
 defense of political liberty, but you call in John Calvin, 
 with gyves and fetters and small cords, and beg him to 
 bind you fast and sure in such slavery of the soul as the 
 Pope never dreamed of enforcing. But there, I have 
 done. Here we are at Bergeron s ; and see how they 
 have trimmed even the outside of the house with gar 
 lands and greenery." 
 
 " A trifle too much for my taste. It savors of Merry 
 Mount and its maypole." 
 
 " Chut, chut, Parson ! Claim a little liberty of soul, 
 and rejoice with them that do rejoice, as your Bible 
 bids you. Remember the Guest at Cana." 
 
 So Parson Robbins married Jean Daudin and Alix 
 Bergeron, in phrases of such pure French that neither 
 of them knew what he was saying ; but the next Sunday 
 he preached a sermon of such severity, that it was long 
 and regretfully remembered by the more liberal part of 
 his congregation, especially his statement that he con 
 sidered the Five Points of Calvinism of equal weight 
 with any part of the New Testament. 
 
CHAPTER XXVH. 
 
 SUCCATACH. 
 
 CONSIDER ROWLAND slept with his fathers on Bury 
 ing Hill, and Ruth Bryant, his loving wife, had meekly 
 followed him thither. You may see their stones to-day, 
 in the shadow of that majestic though mistaken monu 
 ment to the memory of John Howland the Pilgrim, 
 who married Elizabeth Tilley, and not Elizabeth, 
 daughter of childless Governor Carver. There too 
 may you see a plaintive little stone to the memory of 
 
 CONSIDER SON TO MR. CONSIDER 
 
 AND MRS. RUTH HOWLAND, 
 
 AGED 7 YEARS. 
 
 and also another, of which we will speak by and by. 
 But besides those who lay with them on the Hill, Con 
 sider and Ruth had several children, who remained in 
 the houses at its foot, and principal among these was 
 Thomas Southworth Howland, named for his grand 
 father Thomas, son of that sweet widow Alice South- 
 worth, who with her two boys crossed the seas to marry 
 her first love, Governor William Bradford. 
 
 But although Tom, as his father called him on occa 
 sion of that notable betrothal of Tom s sister Lucy to 
 Captain Hammatt, sometimes got his whole name, his 
 townsmen, who were for the most part his kinsmen as 
 
SUC CAT ACE. 245 
 
 well, were generally content to call him S uth ard, and 
 sometimes Tom S uth ard, following a fashion still prev 
 alent in Plymouth, of distinguishing different claim 
 ants of one family name by the middle name, so that 
 nothing can be more bewildering to a visitor of to-day 
 than to try to make out why she must n t gossip about 
 A B to Y Z, until some one exclaims : " Don t you 
 know that they are sisters ? They are both daughters 
 of Mr. X." 
 
 " Then why are n t they both called Miss X ? " asks 
 the aggrieved gossip. 
 
 " Oh, there are three A Xes in town, and we always 
 speak of them by their middle names," is the reply, and 
 the stranger sighs : " Oh, carry me back to Kalamazoo, 
 where nobody is related to anybody, and nobody has any 
 ancestors." 
 
 But to return to our sheep. S uth ard Howland, 
 some years before his father s death, had taken to wife 
 Abiah, daughter of Squire Hovey, so called because he 
 was a lawyer. They lived in a house between Judge 
 Lothrop s and that built by Doctor Francis LeBaron, 
 and as neither Abiah nor S uth ard could look out of 
 window without seeing the home of the other, the match 
 may have been one of propinquity, for Abiah was not 
 nearly so pretty as several other Plymouth maids, of 
 her age ; not pretty at all, in fact, but, what is better, 
 she was very good, and when her husband s parents died 
 it was she who mothered the two little orphan girls, Ex 
 perience, commonly called Peddie, and Hannah, who in 
 her sweet flower of beauty divided with Priscilla Le 
 Baron the meed of " fairest." 
 
 Like his father, S uth ard, with his wife s efficient aid, 
 kept a sort of amateur hostelry in the house built by 
 Consider, during his later years, on North Street, next 
 
246 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 below the corner where we found him living in the old 
 home of his father Thomas. And here we may assist 
 at a little family council held beside a roaring hickory 
 fire, pleasantly illuminating Mrs. Rowland s own sit 
 ting-room, and dispelling the chill and darkness of a 
 December twilight. 
 
 At one corner of the fireplace sat the mistress, spin 
 ning fine flax upon the wheel once used by Joanna 
 Cole, mother of Consider, who had bequeathed not 
 only this wheel and both houses and land upon Cole s 
 Hill, to her descendants, but also her good old English 
 name, a favorite in the family to this day, although 
 sometimes contracted to Joan. 
 
 At the other corner, upon the high-backed settle, shield 
 ing them from the wind creeping in at door and win 
 dow, cuddled Peddie, Hannah, and Priscilla LeBaron, 
 warming their toes after a run in the snow, and whis 
 pering secrets of state in each other s ears, with much 
 giggling and smothered exclamations and expostula 
 tions. 
 
 A big brown dog lay across the hearth, keeping an 
 eye upon Priscilla, whom he had escorted hither, and 
 intended to escort home in good time for tea, or rather 
 supper, as both he and she called it. 
 
 Much stamping upon the doorstep, a robust entrance 
 with a slam of the front door and throwing open of 
 that of the sitting-room, and S uth ard Rowland entered 
 in his usual breezy and somewhat aggressive fashion. 
 
 " See here, Abbie ! I ve got something to show you 
 and to tell you. You kittens clear yourselves off to the 
 kitchen, and plague old Rose s life out. Priscilla s lad 
 is waiting out there scat ! " 
 
 " I don t believe it is a good plan to speak that way 
 
succArACH. 247 
 
 to a girl as young as Pris, S uth ard," expostulated 
 Abiah, as the door closed behind the three little maids 
 and their sweet ripples of laughter. 
 
 " Don t you believe it, Abbie ! Girls nowadays are 
 n t what they were while you and I were the age of 
 these. But see here, you ve heard of the Old Colony 
 Club ? " 
 
 " Why, yes ; have they asked you to join it ? " 
 
 " Not they, they re too fine, though Edward Wins- 
 low s my own cousin, and Pelham my second, and the 
 others are kith if not kin. But what I m coming at is, 
 they are going to celebrate Forefathers Day, the 22d 
 of December, you know, and they want we should get 
 them up a dinner in the old Forefathers fashion They 
 want to come to us, because they know as well as I do 
 that when they talk of the Forefathers there is n t a 
 man-jack among them that can claim a Mayflower 
 name as I can, except the Winslows ; and though I may 
 be have n t spent so much time over my books, and 
 don t always wear my cambric ruffles, and talk like a 
 French dancing-master, as some of them do, I m old 
 John Rowland s grandson, and they know it, too." 
 
 " What shall we have for dinner ? " asked Abiah s 
 gentle voice, and her husband, quieting down from the 
 fume into which he was very apt to talk himself, stared 
 at her a moment, then, pulling a paper from his pocket, 
 sat down beside her, and smoothing it upon his knee 
 began studying it by the firelight, while he said : 
 
 " Oh, that s all made out. I was just passing their 
 hall up there in Town Square, when some one thumped 
 on the window fit to break the glass, and then Tom 
 Lothrop came pelting down the stair, and begged me 
 civilly enough to come up and help them ; and among 
 
248 DR. LEBANON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 us we drew out this ticket, bill of fare they call it, 
 and I took a copy and promised we d get it up ; and 
 they asked me to come to the hall and spend the even 
 ing, and I said I would, as why should n t I ? " 
 
 " You should surely, if you like it, and are asked," re 
 plied Abiah, quietly. 
 
 "And Doctor LeBaron has given the club Governor 
 Bradford s own chair, that came to him with his second 
 wife, and Isaac Lothrop, the chairman, is to sit in it. 
 If I d belonged to the club, may be I should have given 
 our old John Howland table to go with Bradford s 
 chair." 
 
 " But the bill of fare, husband ; won t you read it out 
 to me ? " 
 
 " Why, it s what I brought it home for, woman ! 
 Only you talk so much. Here it is now, in nine 
 courses : 
 
 " 1. A large baked Indian whortleberry pudding. 
 
 " 2. A dish of sauquetach as they spell it, but I guess 
 corn and beans and pork and chicken spell succatach 
 any day in the year ; well 
 
 " 3. A dish of boiled clams. 
 
 " 4. A dish of oysters and a dish of codfish. 
 
 " 5. A haunch of venison roast by the first jack brought 
 to the Colony, I forget whose it is, but no matter. 
 
 " 6. A dish of sea-fowl. 
 
 " 7. A dish of frostfish and eels. 
 
 " 8. An apple pie. 
 
 " 9. A course of cranberry tarts and cheese made in 
 the Old Colony. 
 
 " There, Abbie, that s a regular old Forefathers din 
 ner, is n t it ? Oh, and Isaac Lothrop says we must 
 have five grains of parched corn beside each plate, be- 
 
SUCCATACH. 249 
 
 cause in the old times there was a famine, and five grains 
 of corn was the allowance for every soul for a day." 
 
 " It is a marvel if they throve upon such low diet," 
 remarked Abiah, calmly ; " but it is a dinner easily to be 
 cooked, husband, and I will do my best to have every 
 thing as it should be." 
 
 "And good is your best, wife. The moil of it is 
 they want to be so fine and Frenchified that they Ve set 
 their dinner for half past two o clock. I told them I 
 did n t know as our kitchen chimbley would carry smoke 
 at that hour of the day, seeing it had never been tried." 
 
 " I guess it will, S uth ard." 
 
 " T would n t put you out any if it did n t," replied 
 S uth ard, half annoyed and half admiring. " Were 
 you ever out of sorts in your life, Ab ? / never saw 
 you so." 
 
 " It s best that one of us should be pretty quiet," 
 said Ab, with a smile so significant that S uth ard s sten 
 torian laugh reached the merry maids in the kitchen, and 
 made them laugh for sympathy. 
 
 So thus began the revels of the Old Colony Club, 
 whose annals are one of the most charming mines of 
 Old Colony lore remaining for a later generation. 
 
CHAPTER XXVIII. 
 
 THE LAST OF THE RINGS. 
 
 IT was spring, and upon the chill air of melting snow 
 and icebergs floating off the coast, and the discontented 
 east winds, stole the breath of the epigea, pushing its 
 rose-tinted and spice-laden clusters of blossom up through 
 tangles of wintergreen and beds of sodden brown leaves, 
 and beside gnarled stumps of trees dead, once and for 
 all, while she, the darling of the Pilgrims, who called 
 her Mayflower, lived on from year to year, ever renewed 
 in boundless continuity of life. Yes, the epigsea was in 
 bloom, and Priscilla LeBaron and Hannah Howland, in 
 pursuance of a deep plot laid the day before, had risen 
 early and crept forth from their respective homes with 
 the secrecy of conspirators, to go and gather the earliest 
 clusters before Abraham Hammatt or Joshua Thomas 
 should be before them ; for in those days, a custom akin 
 to that of St. Valentine s Day with its gloves obtained in 
 Plymouth, and the young man who wished to stand es 
 pecially well with some young lady suggested his prefer 
 ence and obtained a certain claim upon her indulgence 
 by presenting her with the earliest Mayflowers she had 
 seen. Naturally, that spirit of coquetry occasionally to 
 be met even among the maidens of Plymouth inspired 
 those who expected this offering to make every exertion 
 to forestall it, and when Strephon called with his little 
 offering Chloe loved to point to a similar one at her 
 elbow, and say : 
 
THE LAST OF THE RINGS. 251 
 
 " Oh, I ra sorry you took the trouble, but you see I 
 have some already." 
 
 So Pris and Nanny, as they called each other, crept 
 out of bed and out of the house as early as the sun, 
 and each with a good bit of bread in her pocket, and 
 Billington Sea waiting for them to drink, gayly took the 
 road in that direction, much delighted at their own 
 courage and finesse. 
 
 The bread was eaten, a certain portion of the sea was 
 quaffed, and the two pretty maids were growing a little 
 tired, but still the baskets were not filled, for the epi- 
 gaea, although abundant, was not fully bloomed ; and in 
 those days one scorned to gather the little hard buds 
 now sold at every city street corner, and bearing the 
 same resemblance to matured Mayflowers that a tiger 
 cub born in a cage does to the king of the jungles. 
 
 " There 11 be more over toward South Pond," ex 
 claimed Nanny at last ; " but I m so tired, are n t you, 
 Pris?" 
 
 " Tired ? Yes, I suppose so, but I 11 have a bunch of 
 Mayflowers to show Abe to-night if I perish in the at 
 tempt." 
 
 " Oh, well, in that case we 11 go on," and Nanny, who 
 was of a more fragile mould and constitution than her 
 friend, straightened her back, and desperately breasted 
 the steep hill lying just beyond Little Billington. 
 
 " I 11 tell you, Nan ; since you re so tired, I 11 go 
 alone straight on toward that dead oak where we made 
 a fire last fall ; don t you remember ? " 
 
 " Yes, you can almost see it from here." 
 
 " Well, I 11 go as far as there, and if I find May 
 flowers I 11 hail you to come ; but if not, we 11 make it 
 do with what we can find between this and home. You 
 sit down here and wait." 
 
252 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " I 11 just poke round a little here in the bushes first ; 
 mayhap I 11 chance on some we have n t seen yet." 
 
 " As you will, only don t stray away." And Priscilla, 
 light and tireless as a bird, was out of sight in a moment. 
 Hannah, more tired than she confessed, sat still for a 
 little while, listening to the innumerable sounds of life 
 that make the awakening forest eloquent, from the faint 
 rustle one sometimes catches as the fronds of a fern un 
 fold, or a bee brushes in and out of a pale, sweet spring 
 blossom, to the liquid song of the bluebird and the 
 querulous note of the robin, who open the concert soon 
 to be swelled by the golden shower of the bobolink s 
 aerial song and the glory of the oriole. 
 
 The call of an early thrush from the swampy valley 
 behind her attracted Nan s attention, and with its subtle 
 note of invitation seemed to call her to his side. Al 
 most involuntarily the girl obeyed, and with a smile 
 upon her lips began descending the slippery hillside, 
 saying half aloud : 
 
 " You want to show me where the Mayflowers are, 
 don t you, birdie ? " 
 
 And to be sure, just at the foot of the hill a cloud of 
 rosy color showed a patch of blossoms whose delicate 
 perfume already rose to welcome her. Poising herself 
 upon an exposed tree root, Nan essayed to spring across 
 a little gully dividing her from the tussock where these 
 grew, but in the act was startled by the cautious move 
 ment of some large creature in the thicket behind her. 
 A tradition of wolves, a certainty of Indians, danger 
 ous if intoxicated, a panic such as lies in wait for femi 
 nine perils, rushed across Hannah s mind, arid with a 
 little piteous cry she jumped short of her mark, and fell, 
 one foot deep in the boghole, the other crumpled under 
 
THE LAST OF THE RINGS. 253 
 
 her, her hands clutching all unconsciously at the May 
 flowers amid which she had fallen. 
 
 An exclamation in a deeper tone blended with her 
 own, and out from the thicket leaped, not a wolf nor an 
 Indian, but a tall, dark, and very handsome young man, 
 who, striding across the boggy ground, reached the tus 
 sock almost as soon as Hannah, and without much cere 
 mony raised her and placed her upon her feet, saying, 
 
 " I hope you will forgive me, Miss Rowland, but " 
 
 " Oh ! my foot ! " and Hannah, clutching at the 
 young man s arm as the only available means of support, 
 turned so ghastly white that in very charity he put an 
 arm around her waist and helped her to sit down upon 
 the hillock and lean upon his shoulder. 
 
 " My ankle is sprained, perhaps broken. I can t 
 stand at all," whispered the girl. " Call Pris call 
 Miss LeBaron as loud as you can ! " 
 
 " She s coming ! She had turned back just as you 
 fell this way ! Here ! Miss LeBaron, this way ! " 
 
 And Priscilla cautiously approaching the edge of the 
 boggy basin, stood speechless before the sight of her 
 friend fainting in the arms of a young man, totally un 
 known to either of them. 
 
 " What has happened ? What is it ? " demanded she, 
 in that sort of indignation with which many natures meet 
 the incomprehensible. 
 
 " I ve sprained my ankle, Pris," moaned Hannah, 
 keeping back a sob. 
 
 " Poor Nan ! And who is, who excuse me sir, 
 but how came you here, if I might ask ? " 
 
 " I came to gather Mayflowers," replied the stranger, 
 with a half smile, " and happened to be at hand when 
 Miss Howland f elL The question now is of taking her 
 home, and first of getting up yonder bank." 
 
254 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Can t you walk at all, dear ? " asked Priscilla, a 
 little sharply, for it hurt her own maidenliness to see her 
 friend lie upon this stranger s breast so helplessly and 
 unresistingly. 
 
 A < no, so faint and chill that it failed to reach the ears 
 of the listener, formed itself upon the sufferer s white 
 lips, and the stranger indignantly echoed it. 
 
 " No ! If she could stand she would not allow I 
 will bring her up the bank, if you will kindly hold the 
 bushes aside." 
 
 And as Priscilla, abashed she knew not why, obeyed, 
 the young man added in a lower tone, " You will par 
 don what would be a strange familiarity, were you not 
 helpless." And raising Hannah s slight form firmly 
 and tenderly in his arms, he strode across the bogholes, 
 landed safely upon the firm ground, struggled up the 
 hill, and finally seated the poor girl on the same log 
 where not fifteen minutes before she had rested so 
 placidly and well. 
 
 u Now if you will sit beside her, I will hasten to the 
 village for help," said the young man, glancing anxious-ly 
 at the sufferer, who hardly seemed conscious. 
 
 " I can go quicker, I know just where to go and who 
 to call, and and it would make talk for a stranger to 
 go about the town with such a tale," said Priscilla, color 
 ing brightly as the idea of all the probable gossip came 
 into her mind. 
 
 " Yes, you go, Pris, and let Quasho come and take me 
 to your house quietly," murmured Hannah, and Pris 
 cilla, casting a severe and comprehensive glance at the 
 stranger, replied, 
 
 " I suppose, sir, you will stay she does not need 
 any help. You might be picking your Mayflowers, only 
 stay within call." 
 
THE LAST OF THE RINGS. 255 
 
 " I am not a rascal, Miss LeBaron." 
 
 " No, but you are a stranger," replied Priscilla, 
 naively voicing the sentiment of her native place ; and 
 then with a whispered word or two to Hannah, and an 
 uneasy glance at her attendant, she ran away through 
 the wood as fleet as one of the wild creatures which fled 
 before her, and as light as the birds who gravely ques 
 tioned from tree to tree as to what these droll mortals 
 might be doing now. 
 
 Some moments of profound silence ensued, broken by 
 Hannah, who said with a sorry attempt at calmness : 
 
 " You are a stranger here, are you not ? " 
 
 " I am a sailor on board Captain Samson s brig, the 
 Lydia," replied the young man in a constrained voice. 
 Hannah looked at him again. " Captain Samson was 
 at our house last night, and said that all his men were 
 townsmen, but I don t think I ever saw you. May I 
 ask your name ? " 
 
 "They caU me Jack." 
 
 " But your family name ? " 
 
 "We poor sailors don t have family names, but 1 
 know yours, Miss Rowland." 
 
 " You do ! How ? " 
 
 " I have often seen you in Plymouth. It is n t likely 
 you would notice me. If you will not think it a liberty, 
 I will tell you why I was in the woods this morning." 
 
 " To gather a posy for some young lady, I suppose," 
 said Hannah, a little startled, yet interested. 
 
 " Yes, I will show you." And diving down into the 
 little dell, the sailor presently returned carrying a* bas 
 ket filled with the odorous pink flowers glistening with 
 dew. 
 
 " Oh, what beauties, finer than any we found ! " 
 
256 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Yes, it made me feel bad to see you picking what 1 
 had n t thought good enough to offer you." 
 
 " Oh, me you mean " 
 
 " They were for you. I sent you some last year." 
 
 " Those beauties ! They were from you ? " 
 
 " Yes, you re not offended ? " 
 
 " N-o-o. But who are you ? " 
 
 " Let me throw out these poor things in your basket, 
 and put in what I have picked. They are so much 
 finer." 
 
 " Yes, if you picked them for me." 
 
 " Indeed I did, and wherever I sail all over the 
 world, I mean to be back here in Plymouth to pick the 
 first Mayflowers for you every year, until " 
 
 " Until when, Mr. Jack ? " 
 
 " Until you are married." 
 
 " Oh, that may never be." 
 
 The sailor made no reply, apparently absorbed in ex 
 changing the contents of the two baskets, and carefully 
 preserving every sprig that Hannah had picked. 
 
 " I hear the wagon coming ! " exclaimed Hannah, 
 with an air of relief. 
 
 " Yes, and that is Captain Samson s voice," replied 
 the sailor, "I suppose they met him and asked his 
 help." 
 
 " Well, he won t object to one of his men helping a 
 poor crippled girl, will he ? " 
 
 " No, Miss Rowland, but " 
 
 " Hi ! Dere s Miss Hannah, now ! " exclaimed 
 Quasho s voice ; and guiding his horse between the trees 
 and over the bushes he presently appeared, with Cap 
 tain Samson on the seat beside him. 
 
 " Miss Prissy say she waiting for you at de house, 
 
THE LAST OF THE RINGS. 257 
 
 Miss Hannah, an Mas Cap n here passin long jus den, 
 an berry kin ly offer he help fer tote Mis Hannah 
 inter de waggin, an nobody else knew noffin bout it." 
 
 " You here, Ring ! " exclaimed the Captain, sternly. 
 
 " Yes, sir, I was lucky enough to be near when Miss 
 Howland hurt herself, and stayed with her." 
 
 " Ring ! " echoed Hannah, faintly. 
 
 " Yes," replied the sailor, bitterly. " The only one 
 left alive of Ansel Ring s family that Mother Crewe 
 cursed, and all the name I have is Jack. T is what I 
 signed on the books, Captain." 
 
 " Well, well, it don t matter to this young lady, and 
 I have n t told the men." 
 
 " My service to you, Miss Howland," and uncovering 
 his handsome head, Ansel Ring picked up his basket of 
 Mayflowers and disappeared in the wood. 
 
CHAPTER XXIX. 
 
 SOME OLD RECORDS. 
 
 " IT is not physic that you need, Parson, but a quiet 
 mind." 
 
 And Doctor LeBaron drew his shaggy brows together, 
 and gazed disapprovingly at his pastor, who, resting his 
 fevered brow upon his hand, sat idly at the study table, 
 laden with record books, manuscript sermons, letters, 
 and papers. 
 
 " A quiet mind, peace ! " echoed he, wearily ; " it 
 awaits me in the grave, perchance, but not this side." 
 
 " Ah ! That s a comfortable state of mind, for a man 
 not yet in middle life. What will you say when 
 you have doubled your years, and still not come to 
 mine ? " 
 
 " I never shall see that day, Doctor. Few and evil 
 are the years allotted to me, and yet it may well be that 
 they are but entry to worse, infinitely worse." 
 
 " You re vexed over the Halfway Covenant, I sup 
 pose." 
 
 " It is one symptom of the fatal sickness that has 
 seized upon this church. At the last church meeting, 
 where you did not present yourself " 
 
 " Having to superintend both a birth and a death in 
 one afternoon." 
 
 " Doubtless, doubtless ; but I laid before the people, 
 with all the fervor I could command, the terrible danger 
 
SOME OLD RECORDS. 259 
 
 they incur by this practice. Deacon Bartlett replied 
 that it was " an old ancient practice," and that it was not 
 well to change such, but I bade him remember that the 
 Church Records show it to be a practice introduced by 
 my reverend predecessor, and even then more by way 
 of concession to human frailty than of ordinance, and 
 I put it to him and all of them, that in these days 
 of laxity and heresy, it was for Christ s people to 
 strengthen the bulwarks, and stand every man with his 
 weapon in one hand and his mattock in the other, even 
 as the Hebrews when they rebuilt the walls of Jeru 
 salem, harassed at every step by the sons of Belial." 
 
 "H m. You can t stop the world turning round, 
 Parson." 
 
 " What ? Do you call heresy progress, Doctor Le- 
 Baron ? " 
 
 " Nay. I do but state a scientific fact. And what 
 about the music ? " 
 
 " There again they withstand me. But I spent the 
 time when others slept last night in entering all these 
 matters in the parish Record. Here read for your 
 self." 
 
 And with the feverish languor of an overwrought 
 nervous system, the minister dragged a long leather- 
 covered volume from under the manuscript of a half- 
 written sermon thrown aside in disgust, and pushed it 
 toward the doctor. 
 
 " There ! Read the two or three last pages, and see 
 if the prescription for a quiet mind is writ down upon 
 one of them by any chance." 
 
 " Tit for tat is fair play," replied the doctor, fum 
 bling in the pockets of his wide-skirted coat, "and 
 here is a news-letter brought down from Boston, by the 
 
260 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 packet this morning. It contains stirring matter, and 
 requiring more immediate action, on both your part 
 and mine, than even the Halfway Covenant. There, 
 lie back in your chair and put your feet on this, while 
 you read." 
 
 " I cannot suppose that temporal matters deserve 
 such ha ! " 
 
 And the parson, who had received the little coarse 
 brown sheet rather scornfully, paused abruptly, and be 
 came so absorbed in its contents as not to perceive the 
 little smile with which, and a pinch of snuff, the doctor 
 applauded his own method of treatment. 
 
 Then opening the record book, he turned the pages, 
 reading bits here and there before coming to the last 
 entry, as for instance, how Sister Esther Jackson asked 
 privilege of baptism for an orphan infant adopted by 
 her, but was refused because the child was without 
 birthright. Afterward, however, upon her urgent insist 
 ence that the child had become as her own, it was 
 allowed baptism on the birthright of its adopted mother. 
 
 Brother John May was requested, in 1764, " to set the 
 tune in concert, in order for the better, more regular, 
 and decent carrying on of .that more heavenly part of 
 the worship of God, viz., singing in the house of God." 
 
 In 1770, the church split upon the question whether 
 to exchange the Version of Psalms sung in meeting, 
 either for Watts s Hymns, or those of Tate and Brady, 
 which had been upon trial for three years, and some 
 thought it time to come to a determination. One 
 church meeting, called to discuss this question, broke up 
 because it was " such an extreme cold day," and no 
 body had ever yet dreamed of such luxury as heating 
 the meeting-house ! 
 
SOME OLD RECORDS. 261 
 
 Another meeting was broken up by the intemperate 
 language of some of the brethren, Deacon Foster assert 
 ing his belief that Dr. Watts composed his hymns under 
 the direct inspiration of the devil. Finally, however, 
 those who hated Watts " condescended " to Tate and 
 Brady, which Mr. Robbins himself preferred, and it 
 was finally agreed to try the latter hymnal for six 
 months longer without any psalms. But it was not until 
 1777, that Jesse Churchill, Andrew Crosswell, Samuel 
 Sherman, and William Bartlett were chosen to act as 
 " Choristers in Publick Worship as Occasion requires," 
 thus proving that a male choir is a Congregational, and 
 not a High Church practice ! 
 
 Jane Tinker was warned that " her conduct has been 
 so contrary to y e Gospel, and caused such griefe and 
 offence to several of y 8 Ch. that they cannot comfort 
 ably set down with her at y e holy ordinance of y e Lord s 
 Supper, & She be desired to refrain from Coming until 
 she gives Christian Satisfaction, i. e. publick confession." 
 
 Whether Jane preferred the shame of this public 
 confession to the unknown terrors of excommunication, 
 was not registered ; but apropos of the matter, the pastor 
 had set down a long discussion as to the propriety of 
 these public confessions being entered upon the church 
 records, some members contending that to hand down 
 the sins with the name of an individual to an unlimited 
 posterity, was quite too severe a punishment ; while Mr. 
 Robbins, with certain others, held that the example of 
 penitence was very efficacious to those still in sin but 
 disposed to repent, and cited the Confessions of Saint 
 Augustine and the story of Mary Magdalene as having 
 been of great use to many. " Falling into sin is shame, 
 but confession is no shame, while it is great shame if 
 
262 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 one does not confess ; " and finally the pastor cites the 
 case of a woman who was well known in the town to 
 have been a grievous sinner, but who became converted, 
 and was " propounded for Communion," but it not be 
 ing known, because not recorded, that she had made 
 publick Confession, caused great uneasiness to many, 
 until by personal inquiry it was found that she had." 
 And " Sister Lydia C. made publick Confession of in 
 temperate drinking and was restored to Communion." 
 Another minute mightily tickled the doctor s sense of 
 humor, as proving the wonderful liberality of a church 
 which refused a dying woman s plea for the sacrament 
 and a helpless infant s plea for baptism. " 1770, Aug. 
 12. Lord s Day. The Ch. at the request of Mrs. Tren- 
 holme, wife of Mr. William Trenholme, a regular mem 
 ber of the Church of England, who has lived in y 8 town 
 nigh a 12 mo . and is a person of sober life and conver 
 sation ; voted : That whereas Mrs. Trenholme was ad 
 mitted to occasional Communion with y 8 Church on y e 
 Lord s Day at y e Sacrament of the Lord s Supper, & 
 now desires Baptism for her Infant child, that her Re 
 quest be granted, and that she be hereafter admitted to 
 occasional Communion with us in Special Ordinances. 
 Unanimous vote of assent. Memo. This vote was 
 passed professedly with a view y* it may be seen by 
 after Generations that this Ch. does not renounce, but 
 is very willing to hold Communion with regular Mem 
 bers of y e Ch. of England." 
 
 " But would the Church of England be very willing 
 to hold communion with us ? " asked LeBaron, half 
 aloud. 
 
 " Eh ? what ? " replied his companion, abstractedly ; 
 and the doctor, merely waving his hand, turned another 
 
SOME OLD RECORDS. 263 
 
 leaf, willing that his patient should forget, in the news 
 of the day, those questions that vexed his righteous soul 
 overmuch, calling forth such a bitter cry as this. 
 
 " For though all freely charge themselves with being 
 criminally negligent in Discipline of y e Church and 
 care of y e children of y e Church, nobody will do any 
 thing now at this present. The Lord give us all a 
 heart to repent and reform in y e Thing which I believe 
 is one Awful Provoking Cause of y e melancholly with 
 drawal of y e Spirit and comforting Presence of Christ. * 
 
 And after the record of a stormy dispute bver the 
 Halfway Covenant, he adds, "Oh that y e All- Wise 
 and Infinitely Merciful Father of Lights would lead and 
 direct y! Ch. in the way that is pleasing to Him, and 
 the way of Truth, Peace, and Holiness for his dear 
 Son s sake." 
 
 Next, Dr. LeBaron with much interest read the ac 
 count of the Ordination of his own son Lemuel over 
 a parish in Rochester, Mass., where Pastor Robbins 
 preached, the Rev. Ivory Hovey of Manomet made 
 the first prayer, and the Rev. Ammi Ruhama Robbins, 
 brother-in-law of Lemuel, the last one. "The whole 
 attended w great Decency & Solemnity; may God 
 make y e Ordained a rich and lasting Blessing to his 
 people, and. a Pastor after His own Heart." 
 
 And finally came the latest record of those unhappy 
 Church meetings to discuss and insist upon the Half 
 way Covenant and more liberal measures generally, 
 whereat the spirit of opposition and schism so boldly 
 reared its head as to wring from the pastor s pen these 
 words : 
 
 " Oh y* God of his Infinite Mercy would Compassion 
 ate y 8 Chh. under its present divided State & graciously 
 
264 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 lead and Direct to such Measures & Conclusions as shall 
 be most for His Glory & y e real Interest & wellfare of 
 y 8 dear Ch and People for Jesus Christ s sake. Amen." 
 
 And yet the " little rift " widened and deepened 
 year by year, until in the revolt from the hideous fatal 
 ism and hopelessness of Calvin the church planted by 
 the Pilgrims, and watered with their tears and blood, 
 lapsed into such breadth and width of Liberalism as to 
 dispense with all boundaries or limitations except those 
 of morality and good taste. It was a clear perception 
 of this drift, and his inability to stay or direct it, that 
 broke Chandler Robbins righteous heart and sent him 
 to a premature grave. Poor heart ! It could not ex 
 pand, it could only burst ! 
 
 But for the moment the patriot came to the relief of 
 the Calvinist, and as LeBaron looked at him with grave 
 concern and perplexity, wondering what drugs to min 
 ister to this mind diseased, the minister raised a face 
 glowing with animation and exclaimed, 
 
 " This is wonderful, Doctor, really wonderful ! There 
 can be no question now of going back ; it is all the 
 same as a declaration of war between the colonies and 
 the mother country." 
 
 "And the mother will fare like Deacon Spooner s 
 pig, having very much the same character of unreason 
 ing obstinacy." 
 
 u What about the deacon s pig ? " asked the parson, 
 with a side glance at the newspaper; but the doctor 
 knew that this would keep, and preferred to make his 
 patient laugh a little to begin with. 
 
 " Why, the other day, just as the deacon, in all the 
 glories of a fresh ruffled shirt, polished shoes, a newly 
 dressed wig tied with a smart ribbon, his laced hat on 
 
SOME OLD RECORDS. 265 
 
 his head, and his gold-headed cane in his hand, set 
 forth for the Old Colony Club-room, where he had 
 been invited to spend the evening, he espied his fat pig 
 creeping through a hole in his sty and emerging into 
 the alley between North and King Streets " 
 
 " Spooner s Alley, as he calls it." 
 
 " Yes, just as I call its continuation LeBaron s Alley. 
 We all love the sound of our own names. Well, it 
 seemed but the work of a moment to overtake and head 
 the creature back into the same breach through which 
 he had escaped, and Ephraim stirred his stumps to do it, 
 calling out at the same time in his pleasant fashion, 
 Piggie ! Piggie ! Here Piggie, this way, Piggie, this 
 way, Mr. Piggie ! 
 
 " The man s voice to a T ! Were you there to see 
 and hear, Doctor ? " 
 
 " I was like peeping Tom of Coventry, in sight but 
 not to be seen," replied the doctor, watching the parson s 
 laugh with professional approval. " Well, Mr. Piggie 
 turned very obediently, but instead of creeping in again 
 at the hole in the fence, rushed past it and out into the 
 street, the deacon in close pursuit, holding on his hat 
 with one hand, for there was a sea-turn on, with a 
 shrewd east wind, and it called for pretty rapid use of 
 those polished shoes to get ahead of Piggie running up 
 the hill ; but the deacon is a resolute man as well as a 
 very courteous one, and still as he ran, flourishing the 
 gold-headed stick in one hand and holding on his hat 
 with the other, he never ceased politely calling * Here, 
 Piggie ! Here, Piggie ! This way, Mr. Piggie, this 
 way, good little Piggie ! 
 
 " Oh dear ! I can hear him ! " 
 
 " Well, up and down North Street they raced, round 
 
266 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Cole s Hill and back, a little way up King Street, where 
 Simeon Samson, just stepping out of his door, headed 
 him off, and finally straight down the hill to Water 
 Street, the poor deacon scrambling and slipping after, 
 much to the disadvantage of those shoes as I am sore 
 afraid, and not without a tumble or two. Arrived at the 
 bottom and picking himself up, the deacon looked about 
 him, and behold ! Mr. Piggie, with the air of a gentle 
 man taking a walk, was trotting down Lothrop s wharf, 
 grunting his disapproval of such interference. 
 
 " I think I have you now, Mr. Piggie, and I will lead 
 you home by your ear with a string tied round it, re 
 marked the deacon, fumbling in his pocket for that piece 
 of whipcord I have heard him boast of always carry 
 ing. I strolled along in the same direction, for in fact 
 there is no air to be found more salubrious than that at 
 the end of Lothrop s wharf " 
 
 "Especially in a sea-turn in December," remarked 
 the parson, wiping his eyes. 
 
 " Exactly. Well, the deacon found his whipcord and 
 made a running noose at one end, then gently stepped 
 up to Piggie, who stood contemplating the water with a 
 certain ominous twist to his tail, as one who screws his 
 courage to the sticking-point. 
 
 " I have you now, Mr. Piggie, and you won t get 
 away in a hurry I do assure you, exclaimed the deacon, 
 making a final stride upon his prey ; but no sooner did 
 his hand touch the creature s neck, than with one wild 
 grunt of defiance he made the final plunge, diving off 
 the wharf in such a hurry as nearly to carry the deacon 
 <yith him, and striking out with his fore feet, which at 
 every pass scratched his own throat, and in the end 
 would cut as deep as the knife which in some vision of 
 the night he had doubtless seen awaiting him." 
 
SOME OLD RECORDS. 267 
 
 "Actually jumped off the wharf ! " 
 
 " Actually ; and as it was just the turn of the tide, and 
 the ebb setting out like a mill-stream, he was no sooner 
 in the water than out of reach. The deacon stood and 
 looked after him for a moment, then rolled up his string 
 very carefully and neatly, and replaced it in his pocket. 
 By that time he had recovered his breath and his man 
 ners, and taking off his hat, he bowed until its brim 
 touched the ground, shouting, 
 
 " Good-by, Mr. Piggie ! A pleasant voyage to you, 
 Mr. Piggie ! No doubt you know your own business 
 best, but in my tuppenny-ha -penny judgment you Ve 
 made a very poor departure. Still, you have my best 
 wishes, my ve - ry best wishes ! And putting on his 
 hat again he trotted off down Water Street, and I hid 
 behind a shed till he was gone." 
 
 " Well, Doctor, I have n t laughed as much since our 
 French friends were here, and it has done me good." 
 
 " If there should be trouble between the Colonies and 
 England, we may see our French friends again," re 
 marked the doctor, significantly. 
 
 " Say you so ! You hear from them sometimes ? " 
 
 "From Philip de Montarnaud as often as occasion 
 serves. He writes to Margot in French." 
 
 " And there will be trouble there is trouble ! Why, 
 the seizing these cargoes of tea and throwing them over 
 board is equal to a declaration of war. England will 
 never sit down under such an insult ! " 
 
 " A people who take such a step as that are prepared 
 to go all the way," replied the doctor, sententiously. 
 " Such men as John Adams at the head of the move 
 ment, and John Hancock, Henderson Inches, and Ben 
 jamin Austin, the committee chosen to warn the con- 
 
268 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 signees of their peril, do not, like the deacon s pig, 
 plunge into deep water and cut their own throats to 
 escape being led by the ear. If it comes to a struggle, 
 the New England will beat the Old, and if she can t do 
 it alone, the French will help her." 
 
 " And so moderate as they showed themselves ! " ex-, 
 claimed the parson. " Not an article injured or taken 
 away, save only the accursed thing for which they came 
 to seek. Did you mark this incident, Doctor, of the 
 Mohawks passing a house where Admiral Montague was 
 passing the evening, and he opening the window to call 
 out as they went by, Well boys, a fine evening you ve 
 had for your Indian caper, but mind you, the fiddler is 
 yet to be paid ! 
 
 " And Pitts called back, Oh, never mind, Admiral, 
 never mind ! Just come out here, and we 11 settle the 
 bill in two minutes ! 
 
 " Yes, but if he had gone out, there would have been 
 no harm done. These men are patriots, not rioters," 
 said the doctor, proudly, and glad am I that my sons 
 are stalwart men, and my daughters the mothers of 
 boys. They will conquer a peace that shall build up a 
 new country here in the wilderness, and they, unlike 
 their father, are the sons of this land." 
 
 " Yes, and I too have sons and daughters, and though 
 I be a man of peace, I may pray to the God of battles 
 that the cause of the righteous may prosper." 
 
 " Do so, Parson ; you may keep the paper. Good day 
 to you/ 
 

 CHAPTER XXX. 
 
 HOW THE HOUSE OF LEBARON REJOICED. 
 
 " Now, you Sylvy, beat dem eggs up good ! Miss 
 Prissy s weddin cake ain t a-goin ter be slighted long 
 as ole Phyllis is to de fore. Here, Marcy, you put on 
 you sunbunnit an run down to de store fer quarter 
 pound nutmegs. Were s dat young one got to now, 
 Sylvy?" 
 
 " Wy, aun Phyllis, does you disremember dat you 
 sen her a-flyin ober to Mis Lyddy s to git her hearts 
 an roun s, an fore dat inter Mis Bart s ter see if 
 Mis Marg et in dere ? Pears like dat pore liF chile 
 ought ter be sot on wheels ; it s Marcy, run here, an 
 Marcy, run dere, an Marcy, run dis way, an dat way, 
 an toder way, from sun-up till dark, but don no as 
 I ever heerd * Marcy, put on you bunnit an go to dame- 
 school to larn you letters. " 
 
 " An I donno w ats comin to dis yere pore ole worl 
 w en de liT niggers has got to have book-larnin , an* 
 dere mammies can spen time to do dere wuk cause 
 dey s got so much growlin ter do. Wish t now I had n 
 done greed to go an lib wid Miss Lyddy an let you 
 come here, you pore mis able shif less cretur, dough I s 
 free to fess I could n no way stan hevin a Harlow 
 sot ober my head, I dat s alluz b longed to de LeBarons. 
 Well, well, de Lord kin fix it all up to suit hese f, I ain t 
 got nuffin ter say. Now, den, gimme dose eggs, no, you 
 
270 DR. LEBARON AND ins DAUGHTERS 
 
 come an kin o trinkle em in, drefful easy, w iles I 
 beat." 
 
 " Mis Prissy showed me her weddin gownd w en I 
 was up thar makin her bed this mornin ," observed 
 Sylvia with an ingratiating air, as she held the bowl 
 steady for Phyllis to scoop out the last of the egg with 
 her fat forefinger. 
 
 " Um yes, Miss Prissy mos too good-natured fer 
 her own good," mumbled she. " Bet you did n see dem 
 leetly tonty w ite satin slippers dat come all de way from 
 France fer er." 
 
 " Yes, I did ; Miss Marg et was in de room, an she 
 took em out an showed em to me, an she sez, sez she, 
 1 De gen leman dat I s gwine fer ter marry done sen 
 dese yere, sez she." 
 
 " Don b lieve a word uv it," declared Phyllis jeal 
 ously. " I ain t seen no sech a t ing, an t ain t likly 
 dey d show em to a strange nigger like you." 
 
 " Oh, I guess dey s layin out to s prize you wid em 
 all to wons t w en dey gets de weddin suit all sot out on 
 de bed," suggested Sylvia with a deprecatory and in 
 gratiating manner, for " ole aun Phyllis," as she had 
 come to be called, was supposed to hold some mysterious 
 sway over the minds of " de w ite folks " in whose ser 
 vice her life had been spent, and to be able to make or 
 mar the position of her fellow-servants according to 
 their favor in her own eyes. And truth to tell, Phyllis s 
 temper at this time was in a condition necessitating a 
 good deal of caution on the part of her assistants, for 
 great changes were taking place in the home she had 
 always felt to be hers for life, and old people, be they 
 black or white, do not love change and instability. 
 
 Priscilla was about to marry Abraham Hammatt, 
 
THE HOUSE OF LsBARON REJOICED. 271 
 
 whose father the Captain was recently dead, and was 
 to go home with him to that pleasant old house near 
 the corner of North Street, where later on, the first 
 Bank in Plymouth was established, with Lydia Le- 
 Baron Goodwin s son, William, as its cashier. The old 
 house still stands, with B A N K in iron letters across 
 its brick south end, and despite the prosaic uses of to 
 day, one may fancy Lucy Rowland and her Captain, 
 their son, with sweet Priscilla LeBaron and those later 
 occupants of whom we may speak by-and-by, flitting in 
 and out the low-browed door, peeping through the win 
 dows, or gazing in wonder at the electric cars that pass 
 their old habitation. 
 
 Dr. LeBaron, thus left alone with Margot, who 
 showed no genius for domestic affairs, had engaged a 
 competent housekeeper named Harlow, whose prospec 
 tive authority Phyllis so vehemently defied that " Miss 
 Lyddy," as she still called the doctor s oldest daughter, 
 albeit the young Goodwins were already men and wo 
 men grown, had arranged with her father to exchange 
 Phyllis for Sylvia and her little girl Mercy, or as she 
 was always called, Marcy, whose father was "young 
 Pomp," given to Lyddy on her marriage, and now no 
 longer either young or junior of his name, for Pompey 
 the elder lay resting from his labors upon Burying 
 Hill, with a gravestone at his head, whereon LeBaron 
 had inscribed : 
 
 Glory and shame from no condition rise ; 
 Act well your part, there all the honor lies." 
 
 Lydia Goodwin had, as we know, a talent for admin 
 istration, and when her husband brought home Sylvia, 
 a good-looking young negress, to succeed Violet in the 
 position of cook, she at once informed her that she was 
 
272 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 to be married to Pompey, a step which would make 
 things comfortable, both as regards morality and domes 
 tic arrangements. Sylvia, trained in the family of Dr. 
 Cotton Mather to strict and silent obedience, made 
 no reply to this proposition, but Pompey, who had ex 
 panded under widely different influences, ventured to 
 remark that he was " tentive to Mas Cotton s Chloe," 
 and preferred his own taste to that of his mistress. 
 But Lydia with good-humored peremptoriness made 
 short work of such absurdities, and a few days later 
 called the two chattels into the parlor, where Mr. Rob- 
 bins with smiling face and book in hand stood ready 
 to marry them. 
 
 The ceremony over, and an awkward pause ensuing, 
 the parson said with grave jocularity : " Salute your 
 bride, Pompey ! " But he, after one glance at the sable 
 expectant face, stepped back, and executing a marvelous 
 bow, replied : " Arter you is manners fer me, Mas r 
 Bobbins," and poor Sylvia was not saluted at all. But 
 she had a new gown, a big wedding cake, and a hus 
 band, so no complaints were heard. 
 
 A few months later, Nathaniel Goodwin thought best 
 to send Pompey to sea, in a short-handed schooner, and 
 he was away for a year or so. Returning unexpectedly, 
 he sauntered up from the wharf and around the house to 
 the old stoop, where years before he had lain on his 
 stomach to hear Uncle Quasho s story of his kidnap 
 ping. Here he found Sylvia busy in the wash-tub, 
 from which, at sound of footsteps, she turned her head 
 without removing her hands ; recognizing her husband 
 she resumed her rubbing, saying carelessly, 
 
 " Dat you, Pompey ! Got back, ain t you ? " 
 
 " Got back fer shore. Well, Sylvy, how s you fin* 
 yerse f ? " 
 
THE HOUSE OF LsBARON REJOICED. 273 
 
 " Indipperent, t ank you, Pompey. How s you he lf ? " 
 
 " Fusrate." 
 
 And seating himself upon the step, Pompey helped 
 himself to apples from a basket standing near, and eat 
 ing them in generous bites, threw the cores to the ducks 
 who waddled and quacked about the steps, precisely as 
 their ancestors had done. 
 
 Sylvia washed, and sung in her sweet shrill voice 
 one of Tate and Brady s hymns, whose melody attracted 
 Marcy from her play by the kitchen fire, and brought 
 her toddling out. At sight of the child, an instinct of 
 politeness moved in Sylvia s heart, and breaking off her 
 hymn but not stopping her washing she remarked : 
 
 " I 11 make you quainted wid Marcy, Pompey. 
 Done got her baptize inter de chu ch." 
 
 " Sho ! " replied the father, pausing with a half an 
 apple in his mouth, to contemplate his offspring. 
 " S pec s Miss Lyddy awful tickled to get nodder nig 
 ger wi out payin fer her." 
 
 But this is a digression, and we come back to the 
 statement that Phyllis and Prince had now become 
 Goodwin servants, while Pompey with Sylvia and 
 Marcy were made over to Doctor LeBaron, who re 
 tained Quasho as his personal and confidential attendant 
 to the day of his death. 
 
 He it is who, with white head but a vigorous and 
 peremptory step, now appears at the kitchen door. 
 
 Folks is jes here, Aun Phyllis." 
 
 " Sho ! How many dis time, Quash ? " 
 
 " Fur s I kin make out, dis stallment is Mis Joe 
 dat was, an Mas Joe s Mis Sally, an her husban Mas 
 Hazen, an a picaninny or two, an Mas Lem from 
 Mattapoisett an he bride, I s pose de young mistis is. 
 
274 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Any way dey s close aboard, jes a-stoppin to pass de 
 time o day wid Mas Bart s folks, an Mas Doctor sen 
 me in to tell you." 
 
 " Now wa n t it a mussy I done got dat cake all 
 tucked up nice in de oven an de door chock tight ! " 
 ejaculated Phyllis, hurriedly washing her hands and 
 wiping them upon the tow roller-towel. Now, you Sylvy, 
 don you look tor st dat oven till I come back, but gib 
 you best tention to de dinner, an soon as dat Marcy o 
 yourn come in sen her up chamber ter see if Miss Prissy 
 don wan some arrant did." 
 
 And Phyllis, who had hurriedly tied on a gorgeous 
 new bandanna turban, hastened upstairs to see that all 
 was ready for the guests, who were to crowd not only 
 the doctor s house but that next one, once the home of 
 Joseph and his wife, but since his death, of his brother 
 Bartlett LeBaron and his family. Joseph s widow, 
 whom we remember as Sarah Leonard, had in her 
 widowhood found a home at Haverhill, where her 
 daughter Sarah, at the age of fifteen, was married to 
 William Hazen and went to live in Newburyport. 
 
 But when stirring Lydia Goodwin came over to her 
 father s house to arrange with him about Priscilla s 
 wedding, she found him resolved upon one point around 
 which all other arrangements were to be adjusted. 
 Every one of his sons and daughters, and every one of 
 their children, was to be invited to spend a week as 
 guests of the head of the house, and those for whom 
 room could not be found in the family mansion he 
 wished to have invited by Lydia, and by Bartlett, or as 
 a last resort to be placed at the house of S uth ard How- 
 land, who was now to be reckoned as one of the fam 
 ily, since Isaac LeBaron was at last to marry Martha 
 
THE HOUSE OF LsBARON REJOICED. 275 
 
 Rowland on the same day that Priscilla married 
 Hammatt. 
 
 " I want to see them all, Lyddy, all," reiterated her 
 father. " I want to judge for myself whether I ve been 
 a benefactor to my race or not, before I leave the world. 
 Planting trees is all very well, but I have planted a 
 family, and I want to review it now that all is over." 
 
 " Over, father ! You re not ailing again, are you ? 
 Why don t you take some physic ? " 
 
 "Throw physic to the dogs, Lyddy, but don t let 
 them lap it up, poor fellows." 
 
 "Why father, you always gave physic to sick folk 
 while you practiced, did n t you ? " 
 
 " Oh yes, abundance of it, Lyddy, abundance of it." 
 
 " Then why not treat yourself as well as your pa 
 tients, father ? " 
 
 " I treat myself better, child, and let it alone. I ve 
 seen the folly of it, and I wish you could see the folly 
 of a woman s trying to argue. Sit you down now and 
 make out a list of invitations, and Pris shall write them 
 out in her pretty Italian hand." 
 
 "Well, of course there s Mr. Goodwin and myself 
 and our children, with Nat s wife, and my Lyddy is en 
 gaged to Thomas Lothrop." 
 
 " Never mind him, I m not responsible for him, but 
 yes, Lyddy may bring him, just to make the little 
 witch happy ; and Nat s wife, she was Molly Jackson 
 was n t she ? " 
 
 " Why of course, father." 
 
 " Excuse me, my dear, but after remembering all the 
 marriages of one s own children, one s mind is apt to 
 wander a little when it comes to the next generation. 
 Well, there s you and Goodwin, and your Nat and his 
 
276 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Molly, and your Lyddy and Tom L/othrop, and your 
 other children. Then comes Mary and William Brad 
 ford and their children, they 11 all come, Bristol is not 
 such a long way from Plymouth. Then Hannah and 
 Ben Goodwin will come down from Boston, and Eliza 
 beth " 
 
 " Teresa comes next," interrupted Lydia, but her 
 father sadly shook his head. 
 
 " I shall never see Tressy again. She and Lazarus 
 will not come from Barbadoes, and Joseph is dead, 
 but you must send for his little girl, who married a Ha- 
 zen, t other day, Sally her name was I remember, after 
 her mother Parson Leonard s daughter, sweet soul." 
 
 " Yes, father, the Hazens." 
 
 " Well, Bartlett lives next door, and that finishes your 
 mother s children. Then comes Isaac, who is to be 
 married at Howland s, and then come on here for his 
 supper, and Elizabeth Robbins with her Ammy Ruhamas 
 senior and junior, I shall be as glad to see Bess again, 
 as of anything in this world ; then Lem and his young 
 wife will come from Mattapoisett, perhaps Pris will 
 like to have him help Parson Robbins to tie the knot, 
 and poor Frank is dead in South Carolina, and only 
 Billy is left of the boys, who but yesterday were the 
 torment of the town. Well, well, yes, get them all 
 together, Lyddy, every one of them, and every chick 
 and child, and even their sweethearts ; didn t I hear 
 that Billy had one?" 
 
 " Yes, sir, he is promised to Sarah Churchill, daughter 
 of John Churchill and Sarah Cole, you know. She has 
 a fine lot of land on Main Street tacked to her petticoat, 
 from her mother s side." 
 
 " Oh, well, ask her too, and now, Lyddy, I m going 
 into my study for a while, so good-by." 
 
THE HOUSE OF LzBARON REJOICED. 277 
 
 Although so abruptly dismissed, Mrs. Goodwin lost no 
 time in injured feeling, but carefully revising her list, 
 she went to seek Priscilla, and direct her to write out 
 the invitations in her best style, but found her reading a 
 letter with deepest attention. 
 
 "That s Sally Sever s handwriting," exclaimed the 
 elder sister in a detective sort of tone ; " what mad prank 
 is she proposing now ? " 
 
 " Mad prank ? " repeated Priscilla, folding up her 
 letter and putting it in the bosom of her baby-waisted 
 cotton gown, " Well, she s going to be married, that s 
 all." 
 
 " I think father ought to look over those letters, 
 I ve more than a mind to tell him so." And Lydia, who 
 was thirty years older than her pretty sister, stood and 
 glared upon her with such severity that Priscilla, blush 
 ing and laughing, ran out of the room to lock up her 
 friend s letter, which, lying here before me yellow and 
 tattered, yet forever young, proves that girls were just 
 as merry, and just as silly, a hundred and twenty years 
 ago as they are to-day. But in her haste Priscilla had 
 dropped another paper, which Lydia pounced upon, and 
 read aloud with slow and scornful emphasis. It was 
 headed 
 
 " On the friendship of Miss Hannah Rowland and 
 Priscilla LeBaron," and ran as follows : 
 
 * Hail, beauteous maydes, whome friendship binds 
 In softest yet in strongest ties ; 
 Soft as the temper of your minds, 
 Strong 1 as the lustre of your eyes. 
 So Venus doves in copies fly, 
 And friendly steer their equal course, 
 Whose feathers cupid s shafts supply, 
 And wing them with resistless force. 
 
278 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Thus as you move love s tender flame 
 Like that of friendship paler burns ; 
 Both, our divided pasion claim, 
 And friends and rivals prove by turns. 
 Then rest yourselves and bless mankind, 
 Friendship so curst no more pursue, 
 In Wedlock s rosy bow rs you 11 find 
 The joys of Love and friendship too." 
 
 Beneath was written, 
 
 " It is the first time my muse has ever broak silence, 
 bat" 
 
 " Sister Lyddy ! Aren t you ashamed of youself, 
 reading other people s letters, and, give it to me ! " 
 And with much the air of an angry ring-dove, Priscilla, 
 who had flown into the room in time to catch the tone 
 of the reader, snatched the paper from her hand, and 
 stood gazing at her with eyes full of that unlimited 
 scorn, wherewith young people regard the misdemeanors 
 of their elders. 
 
 " You tell Abr am Hammatt I m as sorry for him as 
 ever I was for the toothache," replied Lydia, quietly, 
 and leaving the matter of the invitations for the moment, 
 she went out to talk with Phyllis, but safe upon the other 
 Bide of the door she muttered, 
 
 " Hannah Rowland s all well enough, but she is n t -". 
 patch on Priscilla LeBaron ! " 
 
 However, the invitations were written that night, and- 
 sent by friendly hands or paid messengers, for this was 
 before the post-rider had been seen in Plymouth, and 
 when the day arrived, the guests assembled, a bright 
 and merry crowd of every age, from the doctor himself, 
 to his youngest grandson, a sturdy little fellow in the 
 arms of Sarah Hazen, at whom her grandfather looked 
 long and often, not so much because she was a remark- 
 
THE HOUSE OF LsBARON REJOICED. 279 
 
 ably beautiful woman, as because through her father she 
 had inherited the face of the doctor s first wife, and the 
 old man, looking at those dark blue eyes rosy mouth, 
 and complexion of cream and roses, albeit joined to a 
 resolute line of brow and chin, saw the vision of his 
 own lost youth, and the dream that had seemed to him 
 in those days a vision direct from Paradise. 
 
 " You have a handsome wife, William Hazen," said 
 he, as the young man came up to make some courteous 
 remark to his host. 
 
 " Yes, sir, and as good as she is handsome," replied 
 the happy husband. 
 
 " She tells me you are thinking of removing to Nova 
 Scotia. What s that for ? " 
 
 " Partly, sir, because, like the man in the Bible, I have 
 bought a piece of land, and must needs go and look after 
 it, that is to say I have invested largely in lands near 
 St. John, but partly because I do not sympathize with 
 the spirit of rebellion and anarchy which seems taking 
 possession of this land." 
 
 u Hm ! A Tory, are you ? " demanded the doctor, 
 with a fine smile, and producing his snuff-box. William 
 Hazen looked at him inquiringly, then making the most 
 of his stately figure, answered gravely, 
 
 " I am loyal to my King, Dr. LeBaron." 
 
 " Hm yes, well, I would go and look after that 
 piece of land, if I were you, and hark y> grandson-in- 
 law, I d go pretty soon. Do you take snuff ? " 
 
 "No, sir, I" 
 
 " No ? Well, I do." And the doctor inhaled a pinch 
 with great relish. But in his will he left the sum of 
 fifty Spanish milled dollars to Sarah, wife of William 
 Hazen. 
 
280 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 And so the evening came, and with it the Rev. Lem 
 uel LeBaron, from Mattapoisett, who, as it were, held 
 the candle for Dr. Robbins, as he made fast the knot 
 which only death was to dissever between Abraham and 
 Priscilla, while. Isaac LeBaron and his hour-old bride 
 stood by and shared the blessing and the festal joy, 
 so mingled of family affection and that strange new ele 
 ment that enters into family life when one member calls 
 upon all the rest to rejoice with her because she has found 
 one whom she loves far better than them all. 
 
 Next to his two new married children stood the doc 
 tor, leaning upon Margaret s shoulder, and unconsciously 
 presenting a picture which those who saw it loved to 
 speak of in after years, describing with loving reverence 
 the majestic and unbowed figure of the old man with 
 his pallid face and snow-white hair and the keen blue 
 eyes, upon which had passed no touch of time, and the 
 noble features shrewd and kindly, yet instinct with a 
 nobility that upon the face of his grandsire had no 
 doubt been hauteur. Contrasting with this stately figure 
 the piquant loveliness of the girl shone forth like that 
 of some sweet bright blossom nestling beside a stately 
 ruin ; her rich coloring contrasting with his pallor, her 
 clustering and audacious curls with the soft whiteness of 
 his hair, her lissome and dainty figure with his grand im 
 mobility, and the vivid darkness of her eyes with the 
 frosty blue of his. 
 
 " Mas an Miss Margot looks as ef t was dey was de 
 jshow, an Mis Pris an Mas Isaac an deir goin s on was 
 jes a kind o entertainment, same as de daughter o 
 Herodias dance fore Herod," observed Pompey to 
 Quasho, as the two prepared to bring in the great salvers 
 
THE HOUSE OF LsBARON REJOICED. 281 
 
 of refreshments to be served as a sort of prelude to the 
 wedding supper. 
 
 "Don think Mas Isaac look much like Herodias 
 daughter, an I don know as Mas Doctor s killed more 
 lil chillen dan any odder gen man in de parfesion," 
 replied Quasho sourly, for the poor fellow s heart was 
 heavy in seeing this great family gathering and his 
 master s thoughtful looks at one and another. 
 
 " Pears like he studyin how dey 11 look walking 
 mourners to his fun ral," muttered he, as waiting for Pom- 
 pey to precede him, he gazed through the crowd at the 
 master in whom his own life was bound up, and the 
 whips and syllabubs upon his tray had to wait until the 
 faithful old hands had dashed away the tears blinding 
 the bistre-colored eyes. 
 
 " Dere s no fool like an ole fool," muttered he, once 
 more raising the salver and preparing to enter the room ; 
 but a light step sprang up the steps, and a blithe voice, 
 whose accents of merry mockery he knew full well, 
 replied : 
 
 " Thou ? rt always right, my Quasho, but lament no 
 more, for my wisdom hath come to help out your folly, 
 and all will be well." 
 
 " Oh, Lordy ! " gasped Quash. " Now de las one s 
 a-goin , an mas r an me d better be goin too." And 
 once more laying down his tray, he stepped to the par 
 lor door and sonorously announced 
 
 " Mas Cap n de Montyno." And only one person 
 in the room was not taken by surprise. 
 
 Later in the evening, sitting in the little study with 
 his host, the new-comer said, 
 
 " Yes, sir, if England pushes the matter to an issue, 
 
282 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 my friend the Marquis de Lafayette and a legion of 
 brave fellows are coming over to fight upon this soil for 
 the liberty and justice banished from our own fair land ; 
 but I I could not wait for events, or for Lafayette. 
 I am here now, to fight if need be to the death against 
 every foe for liberty, justice, and Margot ! " 
 
CHAPTER XXXI. 
 
 THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE. 
 
 IT was Sunday in January of 1775, and the people 
 of Plymouth were assembling in their meeting-house 
 at the foot of Burying Hill, the same house in whose 
 construction Parson Leonard had so mightily rejoiced. 
 The congregation embraced nearly all the adult inhab 
 itants except the handful who still held out in the schism, 
 occasioned by Mr. Leonard s fanaticism, and who occu 
 pied a house in King Street, or, as we call it, Middle 
 Street, much to the discomfiture of Deacon Spooner, who 
 wanted their land to put into his garden, and got it too, 
 when the malcontents decided in 1783 to come home 
 again previous to that more vital division ensuing at 
 the death of the Rev. Chandler Robbins, when the men 
 of his way of thinking drew off and became the Church 
 of the Pilgrimage, and the majority became Unitarians 
 naively calling themselves the First Church in Plymouth. 
 
 Shades of Brewster and Faunce and Cotton and Rob- 
 bins, what say ye ? 
 
 But in 1775, the First Church, still Orthodox in name 
 and tenets, assembled itself beneath its hundred-foot- 
 high spire with a gilded weather -cock on top, and, 
 muffled in great-coats, cloaks, shawls, and furs, for no 
 sybarite had as yet suggested fires in a meeting-house, 
 prepared itself to listen with a divided mind to Parson 
 Robbins eloquence. A divided mind, for on Saturday 
 
284 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 evening, despite the Sabbatical severity which made 
 that period more sacred even than Sunday evening, it 
 had been first rumored, and then boldly affirmed, that 
 George Watson, that wealthy and honored townsman 
 whose magnificent linden trees, on North Street, we still 
 admire, had accepted a commission from the Crown as 
 Mandamus Councillor, tempted to it no doubt by Gov 
 ernor Hutchinson, whose son Elisha was recently mar 
 ried to Watson s daughter Mary. 
 
 " He rode down from Boston yesterday, carrying the 
 accursed parchment in his pocket," said one man to an 
 other, and the other muttered, "Judas ! " 
 
 For in those days, the man who accepted office under 
 the British government was held in Plymouth some 
 what more in abhorrence than was the Jew who became 
 publican and collected the Roman tax from his country 
 men, and not all of Colonel Watson s honorable ante 
 cedents, or the high position of his family, or bis wealth, 
 or his stately presence, or his genial fellowship and 
 courtesy to friends and neighbors during a life of more 
 than fifty years, could counterbalance the patriotism 
 that like a sacred fire burned in the hearts of the men 
 of Plymouth already organizing to fight for the liberty 
 their Pilgrim sires had conquered for them before. 
 
 From mouth to mouth the bitter tidings were spread, 
 until even upon the church steps a stern resolution was 
 taken, and instead of waiting there as was the custom 
 until the minister had gone in and the bell ceased toll 
 ing, every man passed into the church and took his seat 
 at head of his pew. Through the midst gently stepped 
 the pastor, wondering somewhat at this innovation ; the 
 bell clanged out its last summons, and with it the stately 
 figure of the Mandamus Councillor, dressed in the rich 
 
THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE. 285 
 
 clothes and laces proper to a gentleman of that period, 
 carrying his three-cornered hat and gold-headed cane in 
 one hand, passed up the aisle, the wintry sunlight strik 
 ing through the southern windows upon his well-pow 
 dered head, his mulberry-colored coat, and the delicate 
 lace ruffles at his breast and wrists. Those who looked 
 at his face said that it was white as his hair, and that 
 his dark eyes had in them something of the hunted and 
 desperate look of the stag who stands at bay ready to 
 hopelessly fight to the death. 
 
 A sudden silence fell upon the place, something 
 deeper and more pregnant than the reverent stillness of 
 the house of God ; even the minister risen in his place 
 to make the opening prayer paused, and stood gazing 
 down upon that imposing figure as if it were that of 
 some messenger to be heeded even before the call to 
 prayer. Stumbling a little as he entered his pew, the 
 Councillor dropped his cane, and as if the clang were a 
 preconcerted signal, almost every man in that house 
 arose, opened his pew door, and forming two by two in 
 solemn procession, passed down the aisle and out of the 
 church, one pausing at the door to say aloud, 
 
 " We cannot worship with Judas." 
 
 The man so rebuked, so degraded from the high po 
 sition his but yesterday, stood and looked about him, 
 his pale face growing ashen to the lips, his eyes filled 
 with an agony of pain and shame. 
 
 A sea of frightened women s faces, of wondering 
 children s eyes, and yes, a few men, their angry, yet 
 uncertain looks turned upon him. Edward Winslow, 
 John Watson, Gideon White, Deacon James Foster, an 
 apothecary named Dix, and two or three more, stood 
 here and there undetermined what action to take, while 
 
286 DE. LEBAEON AND HIS DAUGHTEES. 
 
 the minister above their heads said something to which 
 no one listened. A long, dreadful moment passed, and 
 then the Councillor, who had not sat down at all, opened 
 the door and very differently from the way he had 
 come up the aisle walked down it, and out upon the 
 steps, where knots of men stood talking in suppressed 
 but vehement voices. As he appeared, those in his 
 path drew aside, but none looked at him, none spoke, 
 and passing through their midst with head uplifted and 
 scornful eyes, Watson went his way down the hill and 
 along the Main Street, and through North to his own 
 house, nor was he seen again until the next morning, 
 when he rode out of the town upon the Boston road, 
 and his neighbor James Warren, with generous alacrity, 
 told every one that Mr. Watson had decided not to ac 
 cept the office of Mandamus Councillor, and was gone 
 to Boston to say as much to Governor Hutchinson. 
 
 " And right glad am I to hear it," said Isaac Lothrop, 
 heartily, when the news was told to him. "George 
 Watson is a man one has to respect, and if he hold 
 opinions one cannot respect, it throws everything into 
 confusion." 
 
 But once convinced of his error, Watson was too brave 
 and too just a man to try to disguise his conversion, 
 and when summoned with about a dozen more to account 
 to the Committee of Vigilance appointed by the town, 
 for his opinions and action, he at once subscribed the 
 declaration of loyalty to the common interests and 
 obedience to the provisional government, demanded of 
 him, and became in the end a loyal and honest patriot, 
 although never a democrat in principle or practice. 
 
 But from this time began a new epoch in the social 
 history of Plymouth ; the patriots, or Whigs, as they 
 
THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE. 287 
 
 were called, headed by James Warren, whose name was 
 to become so famous in the annals of the Revolution, 
 held the government of the place, and demanded that 
 all men should range themselves openly upon the side 
 of resolute resistance, armed and deadly if necessary, to 
 the tyrannous policy of Great Britain ; should subscribe 
 to certain formulas of allegiance, and be ready to an 
 swer to military summons. A small minority, perhaps 
 a dozen men in all, set themselves in bitter opposition 
 to all this. They found nothing oppressive in the 
 Stamp Act, or the Tea Tax, or the Boston Massacre : 
 they called their townsmen rebels and insurgents, and 
 prophesied their speedy punishment and suppression; 
 they loved to speak in public of the divine right of 
 kings, and especially of his majesty George III. and the 
 royal family, as objects of reverence and awe. From 
 the club room and the taverns the dispute penetrated 
 to the church, and Deacon Foster, in an animated 
 discussion at church-meeting over a sermon of Parson 
 Robbins. from the text " Put not your faith in princes," 
 called his townsmen a " pack of murderous rebels," 
 whereupon Deacon Spooner rose, and mildly inquired 
 if " Brother Foster " knew what was the precise sin 
 whereby Moses lost his entrance to the Promised Land 
 
 " He was too much set up in his own opinion," re 
 turned Foster readily ; but Spooner, who was celebrated 
 for his courteous and winning manners, gently re 
 plied : 
 
 " Nay, brother, but it seems to me it was because he 
 called the Lord s people rebels, and so proved himself a 
 rebel to his own Master." 
 
 And then John Churchill arose with glowing face and 
 tremulous voice, to relate how Deacon Foster had called 
 
288 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Churchill s wife by a very bad name, because she up 
 held the patriot course in his presence, and to state that 
 he for one would never sit down again with him at the 
 Lord s table, until he had apologized; and one after 
 another joining in this decree of excommunication, the 
 pastor formally requested the deacon to abstain from 
 presenting himself for communion until he had publicly 
 professed contrition for his abusive language, both to 
 the patriots and to Mrs. Churchill, 
 
 From words, the warfare came to deeds, and the 
 baser sort of men in both parties seized the opportunity 
 for inflicting upon each other those ferocious practical 
 jokes which remind one of the sports of wild beasts. 
 
 A tory named Dunbar, bringing the carcass of an ox 
 to market in spite of warning, was tied up in it, and so 
 carted out of the town ; some persons were tarred and 
 feathered ; many were brought to the liberty pole in the 
 town square, and forced to sign a recantation of their 
 opinions and language. One Sunday morning, as the 
 men stood collected before the church, a noted Tory of 
 the town appeared among them, hatless, breathless, and 
 stammering with excitement, holding something in both 
 ^ands and calling out : 
 
 " A miracle a miracle ! Heaven has declared itself 
 openly on our side ! " 
 
 " What is this unseemly disturbance upon the Lord s 
 Day ? " sternly demanded Parson Robbins, turning back 
 from the step he had already mounted. 
 
 " Look for yourself, parson ; look and read ! " 
 
 " What is this ? A hen s egg ? " asked Robbins, be 
 wildered, as his parishioner carefully laid the object in 
 his hand. 
 
 " Yes, warm from the nest ; I just gathered it," 
 
THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE. 28? 
 
 panted the owner, who, to do him justice, was perfectly 
 sincere. 
 
 "It is curious most curious," muttered the minister, 
 closely examining the egg ; and then raising his head h6 
 said aloud, " It is quite true, my friends, that there are 
 words traced apparently beneath the surface of thi? 
 shell, and they read : " O America, America, Howe 
 shall be thy conqueror. Look for yourselves." 
 
 All crowded around, and the egg passed from hand 
 to hand, most faces growing pallid and disturbed at 
 what the Tories loudly claimed as proof of the Divine 
 will and intention. But Deacon Spooner, after a close 
 examination, stepped up to James Warren and Isaac 
 Lothrop with his usual ingratiating little bow and said, 
 "It seems to me, brethren, that there is a little knot 
 (not) in the shell just here between l shall and be, 
 proving as I fancy, that this is one of those mysterious 
 sayings which the foolish will seize upon blindly, but 
 wiser men will ponder until they find its hidden mean- 
 
 ing." 
 
 " I don t know as I quite follow the deacon," re- 
 marked Jacob Cook, who had pushed himself into the 
 little group, "but it don t seem likely to me that the 
 Almighty would preach through an old hen. I guess 
 we d better go into church and listen to Mr. Bobbins." 
 
 " Very sensible advice, Cook," replied Lothrop, " and 
 I for one shall act upon it." 
 
 It was some months after this that General Gage, 
 requested by the Tories or Loyalists of Marshfield to 
 protect them, sent down a detachment of troops called 
 the Queen s Guards, under Captain Balfour, and this 
 gentleman proving a genial and well-bred companion, 
 was received with open arms, not only into the Loyal- 
 
290 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 ist society of Marshfield, Duxbury, and Kingston, but 
 Plymouth, where he and his officers often presented 
 themselves, greatly to the annoyance of the patriots, 
 and to the disapproval of the cooler heads among the 
 Tories, who feared popular tumults ; and not without 
 reason, as was seen upon one occasion when a member 
 of the Committee of Vigilance, finding an officer annoy 
 ing a young girl in the streets, used some personal vio 
 lence toward him, whereupon the officer drew his sword 
 and menaced the Vigilant, who, however, soon drew 
 to his assistance a crowd of eager patriots, whose threats 
 seemed so serious that the officer sought shelter in the 
 shop of the druggist Dix, and would have escaped at 
 the back, but found a detachment of Vigilants await 
 ing him ; returning to the front a parley was called, 
 and in the end the officer was obliged to surrender his 
 sword, which was immediately broken into bits beneath 
 the feet of the patriots, who then retired quietly, leav 
 ing the mortified lieutenant at liberty to retire. 
 
 Soon after this, Balfour and his officers were invited 
 to dine with Edward Winslow, in his fine new house on 
 North Street, and all the Tory gentlemen of the town 
 were summoned to meet them. The dinner set at the 
 ultra fashionable hour of two was an admirable one, for 
 Mrs. Edward Winslow was Hannah Rowland, and so 
 came of a race of noted housewives and delicate cooks, 
 in the days when no lady disdained to put her own 
 hand to the engine of man s content and domestic satis 
 faction. The dinner was good, and the wines were 
 good, and a great many loyal toasts were proposed and 
 honored, until at last Captain Balfour magnificently 
 proposed to march his Queen s Guards into Plymouth 
 the next day, and take measures to punish, not only 
 
THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE. 291 
 
 those rebels who had molested his officer, but all who 
 declined to take an oath of allegiance to his Majesty 
 George III. Most of the guests, heated with wine and 
 the pride of loyalty, vociferously applauded this resolu 
 tion, but John Watson, sitting next to Captain Balfour, 
 shook his head and remained silent ; the captain noted 
 this and presently inquired in a low voice : 
 
 " What is your opinion, Mr. Watson, upon this mat 
 ter?" 
 
 " I do not want to see the war begin in Plymouth," 
 replied Watson, who loved his wife, the beautiful Lucia 
 Marston, and his little children. 
 
 " You think the rebels will fight ! " exclaimed the 
 Englishman, in surprise. 
 
 " They 11 fight like devils, sir," replied Watson, with 
 an odd mingling of pride and detestation in his tone. 
 But although the Queen s Guards did not come to Plym 
 outh, Plymouth shortly after this went to them, for a 
 rider covered with dust and grime galloped his spent 
 horse into the town one morning, and announced the 
 battle of Lexington and Concord, told of Paul Revere s 
 ride (fancy the hearing it as the news of the day, and 
 not as a legend!), told of the "embattled farmers" of 
 Concord, of the Percy s ignominious retreat, and of 
 the men who, slain by the panic of their own retreat, 
 fell down in their red coats beside the road and died of 
 heat and exhaustion, or fell panting among the fields of 
 finger-high wheat waving in the soft south wind of that 
 19th of April, 1775. 
 
 " Our men killed ! Our houses burned ! " cried the 
 patriots of Plymouth. " Then it is time for us to take 
 measures with these gentlemen at Marshfield, lest they 
 try the same game upon us ! " 
 
292 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 And all that day and night the old town was alive 
 with glancing lights, and hurrying men, and the clash 
 of arms, and sobbing prayers of women, until with the 
 morning light a great body of militia and volunteers, 
 embracing several hundred fishermen then in port, 
 marched out of Plymouth under command of Colonel 
 Theophilus Cotton, with banners flying, drums beating, 
 bells ringing, and all the town on foot to cheer them, 
 and bid godspeed. 
 
 Perhaps the finest company in the regiment, or rather 
 the little army, for as it passed on through Kingston and 
 Duxbury, its dimensions swelled beyond counting, was 
 one commanded by Captain Abraham Hammatt, whose 
 noble figure and majesty of port were so great that a 
 child of the epoch said in his old age that he was a 
 big lad before he doubted Captain Hammatt s being the 
 governor of the State. Above his head waved a brave 
 silken banner wrought by the fingers of Priscilla his 
 wife, and in its shade marched not only his own work 
 men and prentice lads, but sailors who had served 
 under his father and honored the name of Hammatt, 
 and many of his townsmen, who would not have taken 
 the word of command from less honorable and trusted 
 lips. 
 
 Another company under Captain Nathaniel Morton 
 and happy in the services of Doctor James Thacher,, 
 proceeded from Marshfield to Roxbury, and joining 
 the provincial army gathered there, served through the 
 war. 
 
 But the great Battle of Marshfield, looming like a 
 Fata Morgana upon the horizon, was doomed never to 
 be fought except in that fair land of It-Might-Have-Been ; 
 for General Gage, foreseeing very probably the action of 
 
THE DOGS OF WAR LET LOOSE. 293 
 
 the men of Plymouth, sent hasty messengers and a trans 
 port fleet to Marshfield, so that when the Old Colony 
 force marched into the town, the Queen s Guards were 
 hurriedly embarking, and as Colonel Cotton had received 
 no orders from the Provisional Government to capture 
 an unresisting foe, he simply allowed them to fly, not 
 without a gentle allusion or two on the part of some of 
 the less dignified of the volunteers to the swaggering 
 and insolent conduct of the Guards during their late 
 visit to Plymouth. 
 
 And so the dance began, and the untrained, un- 
 moneyed, inexperienced sons of the Pilgrims set them 
 selves, as their fathers had done, to contend for the Right 
 against the Might of the most powerful nation in the 
 world, and, like their fathers, to succeed in gaining what 
 they fought for. 
 
CHAPTER XXXII. 
 
 "HURRAH FOR DAWSON!" 
 
 " GOOD-MORNING, Quash ; fine morning, boy." 
 
 "Yes, Mas Nat, berry fine mornin , sah, an scuse 
 me, sah, you berry fine, too." 
 
 " Well, yes, Quash, yes, I suppose a uniform is a 
 little more striking than citizen s clothes. You see 
 they ve made me a major, Quash, and I m going up to 
 Cambridge to-morrow to take my command. How 
 how how do I look, Quash ? " 
 
 " Oh, berry gran , Mas Nat, berry gran indeed ! 
 Look jes like a lion, Mas Nat." 
 
 " A lion, you dunderhead ! What do you know about 
 lions ? You never saw one." 
 
 " Oh, yes, I have, Mas Nat, seen him an hear him 
 sing, often nough." 
 
 " When you were a baby in Africa ? " 
 
 " No, mas , but jes here. Ain dat a lion Mas John 
 Watson bring down f um Boston, t oder day ? " 
 
 " That ? Why, that s a jackass named Lion, you fool, 
 and you re just such another." 
 
 " Oh, no, scuse me, mas r, I ain t got no new uniform, 
 I ain t no lion nor noflin. Mornin , Mas Nat." 
 
 And Quasho, bowing like a dancing-master, passed on 
 to the barn of the old house where Major Nathaniel 
 Goodwin and Molly, his wife, now reigned, in place of 
 the first Nathaniel and Lydia LeBaron, although that 
 
"HURRAH FOR DAW SON!" 295 
 
 majestic widow still dominated the house and her daugh 
 ter-in-law. Fuming a little over the old negro s privi 
 leged humor, the major, soon to be a general, passed 
 on and around the crest of Cole s Hill to take a look at 
 the shipping, the legitimate occupation for certain hours 
 of the day of all old Plymouth mariners, then and now. 
 But at the foot of King Street, which the major care 
 fully called Middle Street, his stately progress was vio 
 lently interrupted by collision with a body not so heavy 
 as his own, but infinitely more rapid and impetuous in 
 its progress. 
 
 " Hullo, Samson ! " cried the soldier, recovering his 
 equilibrium, " Don t run me down as if I were a British 
 cruiser, man ! " 
 
 " Ask your pardon, Mr. Goodwin " 
 
 " Major Goodwin, if you please." 
 
 "Oh, ay! Men grow so fast these days. But I 
 want to make out those sail yonder I just went back 
 to the house for my spy-glass, and Aha, aha ! " 
 
 " What is it, Captain, what is it ? Are the British 
 upon us ? " And the major rubbed his hands together 
 and fairly danced with excitement. 
 
 " Yes, it s an armed brig flying the British colors, and 
 making in past the Gurnet. Ha ! Barnes and Dyer 
 have both caught sight of her, and are closing in, the one 
 from Manomet, and t other from Kingston. There 11 be 
 a fight, and here am I stuck ashore like an old woman ! 
 Another week, and the Independence will be afloat ! " 
 And the captain, smiting his thigh with his fist, indulged 
 in some of those sounding oaths which in that day were 
 the sailor s privilege. 
 
 " Here ! Let me look while you blow off your 
 steam," demanded the major, seizing the glass, while 
 
296 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 from the house hard by came Deborah, with a kerchief 
 tied round her comely head, and the light of battle in 
 her eyes. 
 
 " Is it a Britisher, Sim ? " demanded she, with a 
 neighborly nod to Goodwin. 
 
 * Yes, and I ashore ! " growled her husband, eye 
 ing his spy-glass in the major s hands with impatient 
 longing. 
 
 " There s Weston s pinnace down at Peck s wharf. 
 You might find half a dozen men and get out there ! 
 Dyer would give up the command if you could get 
 aboard ! You re first naval commander of the Colonies 
 forces, and have the right." And the sailor s wife shot 
 a proud glance at Major Goodwin, who with the glass 
 glued to his eye replied, 
 
 " You re right, Mrs. Samson, your husband is the first 
 naval officer commissioned by our new government, and 
 I wish with all my heart the Independence was afloat 
 and in commission as well. I 11 warrant, Samson, you d 
 give an account of that fellow hark ! " 
 
 The sullen roar of heavy guns and the eager reply of 
 smaller metal nearer at hand came drifting down the 
 bay, and the hoarse cry of hundreds of human voices 
 upon the hill, upon the wharves, lining the shore, and 
 racing along the water s edge made reply. Samson all 
 but snatched his glass from the major s hand, leveled it, 
 and presently cried out, " T is Dawson himself ! I 
 know his signal ! He s reconnoitring our harbor. Well 
 shot, Barnes ! down comes his topsail, and there s 
 a sugarplum from Dyer that makes the splinters fly ! 
 No, Deb, I could n t get there there s no wind, and 
 they 11 do for him let them have the credit another 
 day t will be my turn. Ha, poor old Barnes, that s 
 
"HURRAH FOR DAW SON!" 297 
 
 into you, lad, but give it back, give it back, old fellow 
 there, there, that s the chat ; now again ! Oh, if I was 
 but at that swivel gun ! " 
 
 And now the windows and the flat roofs were crowded 
 with women and children, and flags were run up, and 
 handkerchiefs fluttered, and sweet voices grew shrill with 
 outcry all of one note as it seemed, until at a window of 
 whose but James Warren s house appeared a stately 
 and handsome girl, dressed in all the elegance of cos 
 tume peculiar to the day among wealthy folk, and hold 
 ing a Union Jack, which she defiantly waved above her 
 head, shouting " Hurrah for Dawson ! Down with the 
 rebels ! Hurrah ! Hurrah for Dawson ! " 
 
 Already a mob was gathering, and the angry menaces 
 of those whose kinsmen were at that moment fighting to 
 the death against Dawson and his sovereign, began to rise 
 to yells of execration, when the figure of the bold young 
 Amazon was hastily, perhaps forcibly, withdrawn from 
 the window, and in its stead appeared the gracious face 
 of Mercy Otis, James Warren s gifted wife, as, leaning 
 out, she waved a half-finished banner of her own con 
 struction, bearing the colony s colors, while her clear 
 kind voice rose distinct above the tumult. 
 
 " Friends and neighbors ! I pray you hold my guest 
 excused for her rudeness and her folly ! Forgive her 
 for James Warren s sake, as well you may ! " 
 
 A silence, a hesitation, and then a voice shouted, 
 " Hurrah for James Warren ! " and another, " Hurrah 
 for Warren s wife ! " and the crowd, after all a crowd 
 of patriots, though untutored ones, took up the cry, gave 
 three good-humored cheers, and streamed away down 
 North Street to Cole s Hill, to find that Dawson had 
 concluded to follow the advice of Hudibras to "fight 
 
298 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 and run away," that he might " live to fight another day," 
 as he did, to the sore discomfiture of Simeon Samson. 
 
 But although the patriots of Plymouth could forgive 
 the foolish insult of James Warren s guest, those whose 
 lives were risked and blood was shed in the struggle 
 were not so placable, and the captain of one of the 
 little privateers coming ashore that night, wounded just 
 enough to make him very irritable, and grievously dis 
 appointed at not capturing Dawson, met the offender 
 as she came from bidding good-by to some of her loyal 
 ist friends, and being but a rough companion at the 
 best, he inflicted personal chastisement upon her then 
 and there, shouting with every blow, " That s for Daw- 
 son ! and that s for Dawson, and that s for Dawson ! " 
 
 It was not gentlemanly, but there was a certain Ho 
 meric justice about it, not altogether displeasing to pos 
 terity. 
 
 A few days after this, the vigilant eyes always sweep 
 ing the horizon from the crest of Burying Hill descried 
 a fleet of sail crowding around Elisha s Point, and evi 
 dently making into the harbor. 
 
 " There ! " cried the royalists in great triumph, " His 
 Majesty s fleet is coming to chastise you rebels. Cap 
 tain Dawson came to reconnoitre and no doubt is pilot 
 ing this squandron in." 
 
 " In that case we will make ready to welcome him 
 and his friends," valiantly replied the patriots; and 
 forthwith a messenger on Isaac Lothrop s fast horse 
 was dispatched to Monk s Hill in Kingston to order the 
 beacon lighted, and other couriers carried the tidings 
 south and west, so that before two hours were passed 
 the whole country side was roused and men came pour 
 ing into town armed with Queen Anne match-locks, 
 
"HURRAH FOR DAWSON!" 299 
 
 with blunderbusses and muskets, with "pieces" ten 
 feet long to be fired from a rest, with every conceivable 
 weapon, or with no weapon save a pair of ready hands, 
 and a fund of Yankee adaptiveness. Patriotic house 
 wives threw open their doors, and after emptying their 
 larders fell to work cooking of their best to supply the 
 feast of victory ; the militia and minute -men assembled 
 in their guard-rooms and formed upon the streets ; 
 drums beat, bells rang, trial shots were fired, the town 
 was under arms, while over all the northern sky rolled 
 dense drifts of smoke and flaming clouds from the 
 beacon flaming furiously upon Monk s Hill. 
 
 In the midst of this confusion the watchers espied a 
 little cat-rigged boat shoot out from the mouth of Jones 
 River in Kingston, and curtseying gayly to the strong 
 east wind that fain would have beat her back, come 
 skimming down to Plymouth. From the masthead flew 
 a pennant at sight of which Deborah Samson, without 
 removing the spy-glass from her eye, dryly remarked : 
 
 " Captain Samson s coming, and I guess there 11 be 
 less capering and more work." 
 
 " Wish t he d bring the Independence along instead 
 of that cat," remarked Jacob Cook, standing by. 
 
 " Independence ! Good Lord, there s nothing but In 
 dependents here already," exclaimed the wife of the 
 commander. " What you all want is a Regulator, and 
 he s on the wharf already." 
 
 " Hark ! What s that ! What s Captain Samson say 
 ing ? " demanded the crowd, racing down from Cole s 
 Hill to the water side, and then scrambling up again 
 with the news. 
 
 "It s Manly! It s Captain Manly with a lot of 
 British prizes ! Hurrah for Manly ] Three cheers for 
 
BOO DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Manly ! " " And three cheers for Captain Samson, who 
 had to come from Kingston to tell you the odds be 
 tween B and the bull s foot," cried Deborah as she 
 closed her spy-glass with a clang and turned back to 
 her house to see that the captain had a savory supper 
 ready when he should reach home. 
 
 A few Thomases held out, waiting for ocular evidence 
 of the good news, but with the mass of the people laugh 
 ter at their own mistaken fears, and joy at their base 
 lessness, replaced the anxiety and strain of the previous 
 hours ; and their confidence was proved reasonable when, 
 some hours later, Captain Manly anchored his prizes 
 and himself, very nearly upon the anchorage ground 
 where a hundred and fifty years earlier the Mayflower 
 had spent that terrible winter, and departed in the 
 spring, carrying back neither father nor mother of those 
 hundreds of freemen ready now, as were their fathers 
 then, to lay down their lives for liberty of soul and 
 body. 
 
CHAPTER XXXIH. 
 
 A WORM IN THE ROSE-HEART. 
 
 " MADAM WINSLOW to see me, Marcy ! " softly ex 
 claimed Priscilla Hammatt, looking up from the lively 
 letter she was writing to her sister, Elizabeth Bobbins, 
 describing the late events in Plymouth. 
 
 " Yes m, all in her best satin gownd, with mitts on 
 her hands ! " insisted Marcy, round-eyed and voluble. 
 
 " Oh, well, I will come down." And just pausing to 
 pat the bunches of curls at either temple, and see that 
 the string of her tucker was drawn tight enough to 
 hide all but a tempting bit of her white neck, and that 
 her large-flowered muslin dress did not look crushed 
 or awry, the young wife tripped down the stairs and 
 into the parlor where, amid the beau-pots and the rose- 
 jars, and the china monsters and marine curiosities, rel 
 ics of the voyages of Lucy Rowland s husband, sat a 
 stately dame, whose high-rolled hair needed no powder 
 to whiten it, and whose decided Rowland face scorned 
 to disguise the signature Time had relentlessly set upon 
 it. As Priscilla, blithe and bright in her young beauty, 
 came into the room, the elder lady arose, and taking her 
 by the hands kissed her on either cheek, saying, 
 
 " You look as fresh as the May, my dear. All this 
 gunpowder and dust have grimed neither your skin nor 
 your frock." 
 
 " I hope not, madam, although I am proud enough 
 
302 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 that my husband knows the smell of the smoke and is 
 not too dainty to risk the grime," replied -Priscilla with 
 spirit. " I pray you have this chair ; it is a thought 
 more comfortable than that." 
 
 " Nay, child, I 11 have the hardest by way of train 
 ing. Do you know that we are flitting ? Driven out 
 by these very rebels you are so fond of." 
 
 " Yes, madam, my husband s cousin, Mrs. Pelham 
 Winslow, was telling us but yesterday," replied Pris 
 cilla, somewhat stiffly. Madam Winslow laughed dis 
 agreeably. 
 
 " Yes, and your husband s cousin, Gideon White, 
 might have told him as well. We Rowlands have mar 
 ried into good loyal stock, although as I tell my nephew 
 S uth ard there s a perverse streak somewhere in the 
 blood that will to the fore now and again. How is 
 Lucy Rowland ? " 
 
 " My mother-in-law is but poorly to-day, or she would 
 come down to see you, madam." 
 
 " Lord, child, you need n t be so stiff with me, nor 
 trouble to put on all these pretty airs of mistress of the 
 house. Lucy Rowland was my brother Consider s 
 child, and so my niece, years enough before ever you 
 came into the world or your husband s name was ever 
 heard in Plymouth. The Hammatts are not of the 
 old stock like the Rowlands and the Winslows, you 
 know." 
 
 " And how soon do you purpose leaving Plymouth, 
 madam ? " 
 
 " It s not civil for a chit like you to ask questions of 
 a woman of my years, but I 11 take care and send you 
 word in time to come down and wave your handker 
 chief as we set sail ; or no mayhap you d send your 
 
A WORM IN THE ROSE-HEART. 303 
 
 doughty captain down with some of his sharpshooters 
 to pick us off and capture our vessel." 
 
 " I am glad to see you so merry, Madam Winslow." 
 
 " Thank you for nothing, little Mistress Hammatt ; 
 but there, child, I won t tease you any more, tho it s as 
 good as a play to see the fire flame up in your eyes 
 and the roses in your cheeks. You look like your 
 mother, Lyddy Bradford ; ah, she was a sweet crea 
 ture, and I was sorry enough when she died. You Ve 
 never a picture of her, have you, Priscilla ? " 
 
 " No, madam, and I do not remember her at all," said 
 Priscilla, softly, all the fire of her eyes quenched in 
 tears. " I have only this." 
 
 And from a sandalwood box of treasures laid beside 
 the great Bible on the side table, she brought a curious 
 and grewsome ornament intended for a brooch or pen 
 dant, in the shape of a golden scroll, upholding a crys 
 tal coffin, in which lay a miniature skeleton of fine wire. 
 Upon the black enamel face of the scroll ran the legend 
 
 Lydia LeBaron Ob. Oct. 28, 1756 
 
 m. 37. 
 
 " Yes, I have seen it before," said Madam Winslow, 
 returning it with a sigh. " Poor Lyddy ! Well, child, I 
 did n t come here to-day to talk about myself, nor your 
 mother, nor even you, but about my little cousin, Han 
 nah Rowland." 
 
 " Hannah ? What of her, madam ? " 
 
 " That s what I Ve come to ask you, my dear. 
 What s the matter with her ? " 
 
 " The matter ? " 
 
 " Yes, the matter ! Don t sit there and stare and go 
 
304 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 as many manner of colors as if you were a new-landed 
 dolphin. You re Hannah Rowland s most intimate 
 friend, are n t you ? " 
 
 " Yes, madam, I love her very dearly." 
 
 " And see her all the time, especially now that you 
 live next door, as it were, to S uth ard s." 
 
 " Yes, I see her very often." 
 
 " Well, then, what s the matter to make her peak and 
 pine and dwindle as she s doing ? Is she lovesick ? " 
 
 " Hannah Rowland is too much of a gentlewoman to 
 have such a word fit her." 
 
 " Hoity-toity, my young madam ! Set you up for a 
 little bantam partlet, indeed ! Abraham Hammatt will 
 need look well to himself or he 11 be bantam-hen 
 pecked ! " 
 
 " I beg your pardon, madam, if I spoke too hotly, 
 but" 
 
 " Oh, I m not vexed, mistress. I love to see some 
 spirit in you young things, I only wish my niece had 
 more. You see, Pris, I m fond of the girl, partly be 
 cause her father was my favorite brother, and partly 
 because she favors marvelously a picture I used to see 
 o nights in my looking-glass don t quite see it now, 
 do you, with your mocking eyes ! " 
 
 " Oh, madam," 
 
 " Well, oh, madam, be it, only mind you this, Pris- 
 cilla LeBaron ! I was sixty-four years old yesterday, 
 and the morrow of your sixty-fourth birthday I 11 come 
 at night and look over your shoulder into your mirror, 
 your face and mine side by side, and we 11 see who s 
 fairest." 
 
 " T will be forty years and over, madam, before I am 
 so old. I think you will forget." 
 
A WORM IN THE ROSE-HEART. 305 
 
 " Oh, no ; T shall be dead, you know, and dead folks 
 forget. I 11 be sure to come ! There, there, child, 
 don t turn so white on t, perhaps I 11 have done you a 
 mischief, and I d be right sorry " 
 
 " No, no only a sudden certainty came over me 
 that I never should see sixty-four ; don t let us speak of 
 it, please, dear madam ! About Hannah ? " 
 
 "Yes, about Hannah. Well, I am silly fond over 
 the girl, and she s in a poor way, as any one may see, 
 her father and mother both dead, and her home broken 
 up, though S uth ard and Abiah have done very well by 
 her, very well, considering they ve children of their 
 own ; but still, I ve always felt that Hannah was a good 
 deal the chany vase floating along with the earthen 
 bean-pots, you know your ^Esop, don t you, Pris ? And 
 the long and the short of it is that I want to take Han 
 nah with me up to the Provinces and make an own 
 child of her. My Penelope and Sarah are gone, and I 
 am getting old and need a daughter, especially now that 
 we re driven into exile. It s all very well about lib 
 erty and that sort of thing, and you young folks feel 
 that wisdom came into the world with you and is going 
 out with you, and you re bound to make a general stir- 
 up while you re here, but as for me, I never thought 
 I should not lay my bones up there on the Hill with 
 father, and mother, and all the Rowlands from old Pil 
 grim John, down. Sider s there, and Ruth, and their 
 children, but poor sister Joan and I have got to turn 
 our backs on them all and be buried by the Bluenoses ! " 
 
 She was crying a little now, and Priscilla took up the 
 poor, wrinkled little hand with its jewels and its initt, 
 and kissed it. 
 
 " There, there, never mind, Pris, I don t want to be 
 
306 DR. LEBARON AND BIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 pitied, it was n t what I came for, but I want you to 
 talk to Hannah and make her go with me. She s told 
 you of course that I have asked her ? " 
 
 " Yes, she told me." 
 
 " And what reason did she give for saying me nay ? 
 Tell me now, little Pris ! " 
 
 But Priscilla, coloring scarlet, only shook her head. 
 
 " You won t tell me ? " 
 
 " I have nothing to tell, dear madam, but I will 
 speak again to Hannah, and see if she is fixed in her 
 resolve." 
 
 " That s a good child ! And come down the hill and 
 let me know to-night." 
 
 " I will, but I m afraid it will only be another nay." 
 
 "Well, well, I m getting old, and it s all very 
 hard, very hard, and sister Joan says so too ; but 
 Gideon White and Edward Winslow hold their heads 
 too high up in the air to hear what little women say." 
 
 An hour later, Priscilla sat in the pretty bedroom, 
 with its dormer window looking down the Main Street, 
 which Abiah Rowland had quietly made pretty for her 
 husband s sister, and where the latter now spent most 
 of her time. The two girls sat close together, their 
 hands clasped, and talked almost in whispers. 
 
 " Oh, Hannah, dear, do go for a while, at least. All 
 this will pass away, and you 11 laugh at your own 
 fancies." 
 
 " No, Pris, it s no use, no use. I m lying under sen 
 tence of death, and I may as well await it here 
 as up there in the North. And when I die I d like to 
 lie on the Hill with my kinsfolk mother is waiting for 
 me." 
 
 " Now, Hannah, you re just silly, and what s worse, 
 
A WORM IN THE ROSE-HEART. 307 
 
 you re wicked to talk that way. It all comes of meeting 
 that Ansel Ring, the day you sprained your ankle." 
 
 " He s never failed to bring me Mayflowers since." 
 And both girls glanced at a dry bunch of Epigaea, hung 
 upside down beside the little mirror. 
 
 " I wish your brother Consider would come home," 
 exclaimed Priscilla, rather sharply. 
 
 Why, dear ? " 
 
 " Because I d tell him all about it, and I 11 warrant 
 he d soon put a stop to all these fancies. Mother Crewe 
 ought to be shut up in the poorhouse, and Ansel Ring 
 thrown overboard in deep water." 
 
 " I think, Priscilla, I should like to be alone and rest 
 for a while, if you please." 
 
 " Oh, yes, get vexed with your best friend, I would ! 
 Nay, child, don t look so white ! Here, kiss your Pris ; 
 remember I m a married woman now, and have a right 
 to lecture you." 
 
 " And I m just a peevish, froward child, who ought 
 to be lectured. But oh, Pris, oh, Pris, I m so wretched, 
 and it s borne in upon me that I m not of the elect, and 
 there s no hope for me here or hereafter, and I don t 
 dare to die, for fear of what s to come, nor I can t bear 
 to live and be tortured. Yes, night and day, night and 
 day, I hear that horrible old woman croaking out, I 
 curse you, I curse you both, as I cursed his father and 
 mother ! And poor Ansel fell back against a tree, as 
 white as death, and crying out, 
 
 " Not her ! Not her ! Don t curse her ! I 11 bear it 
 all, and then I can hear the old witch laugh as she said . 
 
 " * You 11 have enough, my fine lad, you 11 have enough 
 of your own! You re the last of their children, and 
 the dregs of the cup are for you, but she s too near 
 
308 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 fco you not to get her share ; and then she shook her stick 
 at us, and gabbled over her curses, and I I suppose 
 I fainted." 
 
 " Fainted ! You should have sent Ansel Ring about 
 his business, and come straight home to complain to your 
 brothers. I 11 warrant they would soon have stopped 
 her cursing." 
 
 " No, no, indeed ! " exclaimed Hannah, her delicate 
 color paling with a new terror. " S uth ard is so violent ; 
 and he s vexed enough already with mother Crewe, be 
 cause she s got her cabin on a piece of his land up there 
 toward Carver, you know " 
 
 " Where she s always lived. Is that S uth ard s 
 land?" 
 
 " Oh, yes, it s always been Rowland property since old 
 grandsir John s time, and S uth ard loves to go and 
 stake out the bounds of his land, and says it ought to be 
 entailed on his little John ; and mother Crewe always 
 comes out and snarls at him when he drives stakes that 
 include her cabin, so I would n t for the world add fuel to 
 that fire ; and Consider has gone to sea did you know 
 he and Ansel are in the same ship now ? " 
 
 "No, why did n t you tell me? " 
 
 " I hate to talk about it, and it is only a few weeks 
 since I heard." 
 
 " Hannah, tell me one thing." 
 
 " If I can, Pris." 
 
 " Do you really love Ansel Ring, and want to marry 
 him ? " 
 
 "No, Pris, I don t want to marry him." 
 
 " Then why do you let him hang round you, and meet 
 you all the time, and stop and talk with him, and go 
 where you know he 11 find you? " 
 
A WORM IN THE ROSE-HEART. 309 
 
 " Oh, Priscilla, do you mean that I ve been less than 
 maidenly ? " 
 
 " Why, no, child, it hurts me to have you speak such 
 a word. No snow was ever whiter, and no lily more 
 delicate, than my Nanny, but the trouble is, dear, that 
 you re too tender-hearted. This poor fellow loves you 
 to distraction, that s easy enough to see, but he remem 
 bers, as he should, that you are Miss Rowland, daughter 
 of one of the best families in the Old Colony, and he s a 
 poor sailor, with a bad name for his only inheritance, 
 and he dare n t come forward and offer you his love 
 openly ; your brothers would make short work of him if 
 he did, and yet he can t let you alone, but haunts the 
 woods like a blue jay calling to his mate, and you, as 
 tender-hearted as a dove, must go and answer him, and 
 answer him, until now mother Crewe has stepped in to 
 tie you together with an old-time curse. And there s 
 Joshua Thomas " 
 
 " Stop, Pris, I won t hear any more ! " And Hannah 
 started to her feet, the color and light of health flaming 
 back into her wan face. " You mean well, Pris, but 
 you are too prosperous and happy yourself to think well 
 of what you are saying. No more now, dear, for in 
 deed I am at the end of my strength. By and by I will 
 come in to see you and sister Lucy." 
 
 " Sister Lucy ! She s more like your mother, with 
 seven-and-twenty years between you, and she my 
 mother-in-law ! But what am I to say to your aunt 
 Winslow ? " 
 
 " Oh, I forgot. Tell her as prettily as you can that I 
 won t go. Tell her that I m a rebel both to King 
 George and her, and she won t want me." 
 
 " There, now, thank the Lord for a little touch of my 
 
310 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Nanny s old self ! Well, good-by, my pet, come in soon 
 and have some supper with us ; I 11 make you a dish of 
 chocolate, though I cannot give you tea until the patriots 
 let us have some. Good lack ! If you go to Halifax 
 with your aunt Winslow, you ll be able to drink as 
 much tea as ever you want, and I 11 lay my head that s 
 what she s going for." 
 
CHAPTER XXXIV. 
 
 WHAT THE POST-RIDER BROUGHT. 
 
 " HOME for your dinner, Captain Hammatt ? " 
 
 "Yes, little madam Hammatt. Is it ready, and is 
 tnere a kiss or two to season it ? " 
 
 " Sweets do not suit with meats," and the young wife 
 coquettishly slid from the over-confident arm about to 
 encircle her. 
 
 " Well, here s mamma, she always has a kiss for her 
 boy ! " and the young man bent to the soft cheek of the 
 mother whom he loved with an historic tenderness. 
 " Come, now, I 11 tell you both some news," continued 
 he, gayly ; u we are a post-town, and are to have an office 
 and two riders, and pay postage to the Continental gov 
 ernment, and become a very important place. Mamma, 
 you can write to my brother William every week, if you 
 like, and Pris will do nothing but scribble sheets of 
 foolscap to Sally Sever. Oh, it s marvelous to see how 
 the world grows, is n t it, Pris ? " 
 
 " Marvelous," replied Pris, dryly, " only I heard the 
 news a week ago in a secret from Eliza Watson, whose 
 father is to be postmaster." 
 
 " William Watson postmaster ? " inquired Lucy Ham- 
 matt, " well, that s a good choice ; he comes of the old 
 stock, and married with the Marstons of Salem." 
 
 " No doubt it was for his pedigree that he was se- 
 
812 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 lected, madam," replied Abraham, gravely, for in spite 
 of his Rowland blood, the grandson of the Cornish 
 squire had never quite risen up to the dignity of " May 
 flower descent." 
 
 " Well, tell us all about it, Abe," interposed Priscilla, 
 hastily, and he, pausing only to kiss his mother s wrinkled 
 pretty hand, replied, 
 
 " Oh, you want coals brought to Newcastle, do you ? 
 Very well, then, let me inform you that the Provincial 
 Congress, now sitting at Philadelphia, has established a 
 mail-route from Cambridge, through Plymouth and 
 Sandwich, to Falmouth. It will be run once every week, 
 and, as you know, William Watson, Esq., is the post 
 master, and will have the office in his own house, so 
 that you can keep an eye upon it without any trouble. 
 Timothy Goodwin and Joseph Rowland are to be the 
 post-riders, and the charge on each letter will be six- 
 and-eightpence, so, my dear Pris, I beg you not to write 
 every week to your friend Sally. There, my dear, have 
 I told you all that you knew before ? " 
 
 " All, except that the postmaster may send letters free 
 for himself and family, and Eliza will forward all my 
 letters marked Paid and cost me nothing," replied 
 Priscilla triumphantly, but her husband shook his head. 
 
 " Nay, wife, that s not honest, and I 11 not have it. 
 Our government needs money to carry on the war, and 
 this is one means of raising it. Let the Tories cheat if 
 they will, for deceit is the refuge of the weak, but I 
 and my house call ourselves patriots, don t we ? " 
 
 " But six-and-eightpence is a good deal of money," 
 murmured Priscilla, rebelliously, while the mother looked 
 proudly up in her son s face. 
 
 " A good deal more than your and Sally s letters are 
 
WHAT THE POST-RIDER BROUGHT. 313 
 
 worth, I dare say," retorted he, pulling his wife s ear, 
 " so you will have to send them by private hand as you 
 always have done. As for mamma, I know that Bill 
 will always be glad to pay the postage on a letter from 
 her." 
 
 " I have good sons," replied madam Hammatt, quietly, 
 and the captain whispered something in his wife s ear 
 that made her laugh and blush. 
 
 Other people as well as the Hammatts were interested 
 in the new post-office, and when, a few days later, 
 Joseph Howland, galloping his horse into town, dis 
 mounted at the door of the new office with the dignity 
 and importance of a government courier, and extracting 
 a small package of mail-matter from his saddle-bags 
 handed it to Mr. Postmaster Watson, who ceremoniously 
 received it and withdrew to the recesses of the private 
 office, an admiring crowd of townsmen silently assisted 
 at the function, while not only the Hammatt s, but the 
 S uth ard Howland s, the Warren s, the Lothrop s, the 
 Hovey s, in fact, every window commanding the scene 
 of action, was crowded with feminine spectators. 
 
 Simeon Samson was among the crowd, and felt an un 
 expected sprig added to his budding laurels when Mr. 
 Watson, appearing at the little window of his office, 
 benignantly announced, 
 
 " A letter for you, Captain Samson, and marked pre 
 paid, but as it s in a woman s hand I doubt but there 
 was some hugger-muggery with the postmaster s wife or 
 daughter. Here tis." 
 
 " It s well she paid it somehow," retorted the captain., 
 holding out his hand for the odd-looking missive, " since 
 there s no woman out of Plymouth whose letter would 
 be worth six-and-eightpence to me." 
 
314 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " How much will you pay, captain, to have me report 
 that dutiful saying to your wife ? " asked Nathaniel 
 Goodwin, jovially. 
 
 " My old granclsir, Myles Standish, said, * If you 11 
 be well served, serve yourself, so I 11 go do my own 
 errand, and let my wife open the letter into the bar 
 gain ; " and turning down Middle Street, or as they still 
 called it sometimes King Street, Simeon reached the old 
 gray house, and stepped, as you may do to-day, directly 
 from the street into the little dusky hall. A door lay 
 at either hand, and across the whole back of the house 
 extended a charming kitchen such as notable housewives 
 like Deborah loved to beautify and decorate with substan 
 tial ornaments like strings of dried apples, and onions, 
 and bunches of herbs, and patchwork cushions upon the 
 high-backed settle and the big armchair and the low 
 window-seats. No labor-saving device such as painted 
 floors, or oil-cloths, or even hard-wood boards were to 
 be seen in such kitchens as these, but clean, wide boards 
 of soft pine, free from knot or twist, were scrubbed to 
 a dazzling whiteness, and then covered with sand as 
 white, carefully marked by a broom into various ornamen 
 tal patterns such as herring-bone, waves, shells, or even 
 " posy-beds," but this last elaboration only where there 
 were no children. 
 
 In such a kitchen Simeon Samson now found his 
 wife busily spinning the yarn for his winter stockings 
 on a great wheel whose sharp whir mingled pleasantly 
 with her contralto voice as she sang a ditty of her day. 
 Her husband, with a hand upon the latch, paused to 
 listen with a smile all over his merry face. 
 
 " O maiden, can you make me a cambric shirt, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 
WHAT THE POST-RIDER BROUGHT. 315 
 
 Without any seam or needlework ? 
 And you shall be a true love of mine. 
 
 " Can you wash it then in yonder well, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell f 
 And you shall be a true love of mine. 
 
 " Can you dry it well on yonder thorn, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 Which died before ever Adam was born ? 
 And you shall be a true love of mine." 
 
 " Now, sir, you ve asked me questions three, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 I hope you 11 answer as many for me, 
 And you shall be a true love of mine. 
 
 " Can you find me an acre of land, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 Between the salt water and the sea sand ? 
 And you shall be a true love of mine. 
 
 " Can you plough it with a ram s horn, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 And sow it all over with one peppercorn ? 
 And you shall be a true love of mine. 
 
 " Can you reap it with a sickle of leather, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 And bind it up with a peacock s feather ? 
 And you shall be a true love of mine. 
 
 " When you have done and finished your work, 
 Parsley and sage grow ripe in time, 
 Then come to me for your cambric shirt, 
 And you shall be a true love of mine." 
 
 " Well done, dame ! Where did you get that ballad ? " 
 demanded Samson, pulling open the door and disclosing 
 
816 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 a pretty picture. The three western windows of the 
 kitchen, open to the sweet June air and sunshine, looked 
 upon a garden rich in all the hearty bloom of early 
 summer and gay with bees and butterflies, although the 
 larger space was devoted to such useful matters as 
 beets, onions, carrots, and pot-herbs of various sorts, 
 while across the windows were trained hop-vines, whose 
 fruit would be brewed into beer, diet-drink, and other 
 compounds. Meantime the leaves made merry dan 
 cing shadows on the sanded floor, and gave occupation 
 to the tortoise-shell kitten who tried to capture them. 
 The spinning wheel was drawn into the middle of the 
 great room, and the spinner, pacing up and down as she 
 drew her thread, fine and even and well twisted as any 
 spun in Plymouth, displayed to advantage her nobly- 
 moulded figure and grand freedom of motion, while the 
 dark face turned over her shoulder toward the opening 
 door was lighted into beauty by a smile showing won 
 derfully white and even teeth. 
 
 " Learned it, Sim ? Why, I always knew it," replied 
 she. " Are you looking for your supper at this hour, 
 sir ? " 
 
 " No. I have brought you a letter out of the first 
 post-package ever come into Plymouth." 
 
 " Oh, yes ; Mary Foster told me this morning over 
 the garden fence that the post-rider was expected to-day. 
 And there s a letter for me ? " 
 
 " No, for me ; but lest you be jealous you shall have 
 the first reading of it." 
 
 " I jealous ! There never was a woman since Eve 
 with less disposition that way." 
 
 " Well, open the letter and tell me who it a from, OP 
 I 11 take it back and look for myself." 
 
WHAT THE POST-RIDER BROUGHT. 317 
 
 " That you sha n t ! " exclaimed Deborah, evading the 
 playful snatch of her husband s hand, and raising the 
 scissors swinging at her side she carefully cut around 
 the great splotch of red wafer fastening the letter, and 
 seating herself in the splint-bottomed chair beside her 
 work-basket slowly opened the sheet of coarse foolscap 
 paper and turned at once to the signature, 
 
 " Your loving cousin, Deborah Samson." 
 
 " And who is this loving cousin, if you please, Captain 
 Samson ? I for one never heard of her." 
 
 " Nor I and yet, yes, I remember now that Dr. 
 LeBaron told me a sad tale of my far-off cousin Jona 
 than s widow and children left destitute at his death, 
 and there was in especial a little Deborah " 
 
 " How old a little Deborah ? " 
 
 " Some five or six years old at that time, you jealous- 
 pate." 
 
 " Well, well, we 11 read the letter." 
 
 " Yes, that seems a tolerable way of getting at its 
 meaning." 
 
 And the captain, throwing his leg over the corner of 
 the table, teased the kitten with the shadow of his foot. 
 
 " My dear cousin, and a fair enough hand she 
 writes, to be sure. Haply you never have heard of 
 me, but I have of you, and now I hear that the Con 
 gress has made you a captain of the navy and set you 
 to build a ship wherein to fight for our liberties. I am 
 a patriot too, though I be but a girl, and only the last 
 month I stood on the high hill behind our house and 
 heard the sound of the cannon on Bunker s Hill when 
 our brave Warren and the rest drove the British red 
 coats out of their intrenchments. I could not tell how 
 the day was going, but there on the hillside I fell on 
 
318 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 my knees and swore to God that if He would give my 
 people the victory I would serve Him all the rest of my 
 life, and so I will. Cousin, I write to you to offer my 
 self as a sailor on board your new ship, the Independent. 
 I am a tall, strapping lass, five foot seven and a half 
 inches high, and as strong as a man. I love the sea, 
 for you know that my forbears were sailors all, and in 
 his extremity my father was glad to bury himself be 
 neath it. I will put on men s clothes and meet you at 
 any port you can mention, and I will be a good, obedi 
 ent, faithful sailor, never telling who I am or that I am 
 kin to you, nor asking more than a nod or a word now 
 and again just to let me know some one cares for me. 
 
 So far Deborah read, and letting the paper fall upon 
 her lap raised both her hands in horror. 
 
 " Put on man s clothes and be a sailor in your ship, 
 and you to give her a kind word now and again ! Sim 
 eon Samson, do you mean to tell me that you will en 
 courage such doings as those ? " 
 
 " Don t you think it s a pretty good idea ? " demanded 
 the captain, teasingly. " A girl of spirit, that, and " 
 
 "Take your letter and finish it yourself it s not 
 fit for a decent woman to read." 
 
 " Tut, tut, mistress ! That s no way to talk of a poor 
 little kinswoman who knows no better than to lay such 
 schemes. It s you that should know better than to 
 heed them ; no, you sha n t run away sit you right 
 here upon my knee and we 11 read the rest of it together. 
 Come, now, Deb, I mean it, arid you 11 have to give in, 
 as well soon as late." 
 
 " Let me read, then, for you 11 be slurring over the 
 worst of it." 
 
 " Read if you like, but the worst on t so far is your 
 own folly. Head away." 
 
WHAT THE POST-RIDER BROUGHT. 319 
 
 " I am but young yet, no more than sixteen, but 
 strong and stout. I live with Deacon Jeremiah Thomas 
 here in Middleborough and work too hard by spells, 
 though they are kind enough to me. I feed the pigs 
 and poultry, and milk two cows, and spin and weave and 
 do the work of the house, and last winter I taught the 
 village school so as to get time to study for myself, for 
 they hate to see me with a book here in the house, and 
 I have a longing desire to learn, and to know something 
 more than pigs and poultry. The deacon gets a news 
 paper now and again from the minister, and when he 
 does I read every word of it, and I listen with both my 
 ears to all the men s talk that I hear, so I do know a 
 good deal, for all I m so ignorant. " 
 
 " What a fool s speech that is, I know a good deal, 
 though I m so ignorant, " interrupted Deborah, spite 
 fully. 
 
 " I understand her," replied Simeon, briefly, and tak 
 ing the letter he went on : 
 
 " I got lots of time in the school for myself, for 
 there is n t much to teach. We have the New England 
 Primer, and there are a few spelling-books, and the 
 New Testament to read in ; and two or three of the 
 boys learned to write, and had paper and pen and ink, 
 so that s how I learned myself and got the things ; and 
 I taught the girls to knit and sew and do samplers ; and 
 there was n t a boy in the school I could n t flog, and I 
 did it too, so that made them very quiet while I was 
 studying ; and the minister lent me books. I like to 
 read about battles and sea-fights and heroes, and I think 
 you must be a hero, cousin Simeon, and I want to go in 
 your ship and fight the British and live and die for my 
 country. Please write and answer this ; you need not 
 
320 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 pay any postage, for Reuben Thomas is courting the 
 postmaster s daughter in Abington, and he goes over 
 every Sunday night to set up with her, and she 11 send 
 my letters for nothing ; so no more at present from 
 " Your loving cousin, 
 
 " * DEBORAH SAMSON. " 
 
 " There, now ! what do you say to that, Captain Sam 
 son ? " demanded Deborah, as her husband released her 
 waist and folded up his letter with a provoking sort of 
 smile upon his face. 
 
 " I say that Deborah Samson is a simple sort of crea 
 ture : one of her name talks like a fool, and t other lis 
 tens to her like a fool." 
 
 And with this pithy if somewhat rough verdict the 
 captain got up, filled and lighted his pipe, and went to 
 smoke it at the front door, while Deborah very energet 
 ically began to prepare supper. 
 
CHAPTER XXXV. 
 
 A PRIVATE LOG. 
 
 THE Independence was completed, was afloat, and in 
 commission. Captain Samson, glorious in a new uni 
 form and a maiden sword, tenderly kissed his wife 
 good-by, and with the kiss committed to her guardian 
 ship those gentler and tenderer traits of his nature for 
 which he expected to have small occasion in the life of 
 a naval commander. 
 
 A boat manned by sailors trained in the British navy, 
 but driven by cruelty and hardship from her service, soon 
 set their new commander aboard the brigantine, and 
 as he reached the quarter deck, and removing his cocked 
 hat, saluted the Continental colors waving above his 
 head, the dense crowd of Kingston and Plymouth men 
 thronging Cole s Hill, the wharves, and the shipping in 
 both harbors, sent up a mighty shout of cheer and 
 promise, while from window and housetop fluttered the 
 kerchiefs and scarves of the women, and from the flag 
 staff upon the captain s own house flew out the banner 
 his wife Deborah s fingers had spun, and dyed* and 
 woven, and sewed, and which that very morning she 
 had laid in her husband s hands with brave words whose 
 strength was in no wise lessened by the tear in her eye, 
 or the tremor in her voice. 
 
 "It shall wave at the peak, Simeon, for your return, 
 or it shall wave half-mast for your glorious death." 
 
322 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 It was then that he kissed her. 
 
 But now, as he ordered his new ordnance to fire a 
 triple salute, and his unworn flag to thrice dip in cour 
 teous response to that thunderous shout, it was not for 
 Deborah and her fluttering kerchief, not even for her 
 patriotic banner that he looked, nor of them he thought. 
 It was to those hundreds of brother men, every one of 
 them ready as he to die for their common country, it 
 was to Kingston his cradle, and Plymouth the home of 
 his manhood that his glistening eyes turned, and his 
 cheek grew white as, clenching the hilt of his sword, he 
 muttered low : 
 
 " For God and my country in life or death ! " 
 
 Then as a small cold wind straight from Burying 
 Hill filled the new sails of the warship, she made her 
 stately way out of the harbor and past the Gurnet, where 
 the breeze failed her, and she lay becalmed within hail 
 of a small schooner, belonging, as the Plymouth men 
 knew, to Edward Winslow, who had been in it to New 
 York to arrange plans for his removal thither, should 
 the rebel cause meet with the unaccountable success that 
 seemed now possible. 
 
 "Our first prize, Captain," remarked Lieutenant 
 Dyer, confidentially, as the British ensign rose defiantly 
 to the mast-head of the schooner, and Edward Winslow 
 with his brother-in-law, Gideon White, stood on the 
 deck., 
 
 " Hail her, Lieutenant," was the brief response, and 
 Dyer obeyed with alacrity. 
 
 " What schooner is that ? " 
 
 " Schooner Loyal, of His Majesty s town of Plymouth 
 and Colony of Massachusetts, and bound to that port, 
 What brigantine is that ? " 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 323 
 
 " Independence, armed privateer of the Province of 
 Massachusetts Bay." 
 
 " Do not know any such power. Is it at war with 
 Great Britain ? " 
 
 " It wars only upon its open enemies, and hopes no 
 Plymouth men are to be found among them," replied 
 Samson, and taking off his hat, he bowed courteously in 
 token of farewell. Winslow silently returned the salute, 
 but Gideon White, who could not yet seriously accept 
 the idea of Whig authority or dignity, seized the trum 
 pet from Winslow s hand and roared : 
 
 " If you see my son Gideon up yonder, give him my 
 remembrance, and ask him to bring down a king s 
 sloop, to clear these waters of picaroons." 
 
 " If I see him, I 11 give him a free passage home in a 
 patriot brigantine, Mr. White," retorted Samson, and 
 so the vessels, drifting with the tide, got out of hail, prob 
 ably to their mutual satisfaction. 
 
 About six weeks later the Independence, cruising off 
 Liverpool, Nova Scotia, ran across a fisherman from 
 whom the captain gained certain interesting particulars 
 as to the occupation of the town, resulting in a very suc 
 cessful midnight surprise, by which an armed boat s crew 
 of the Independence, headed by the captain in person, 
 captured or destroyed a quantity of military supplies 
 waiting at Liverpool for transport to Halifax, and seized 
 in his bed, or hardly out of it, a young gentleman, to 
 whom the captain grimly remarked : 
 
 " Gideon, you are my prisoner ! I promised your 
 father, not six weeks ago, that I would bring you home, 
 but really I did n t look for so quick a chance." 
 
 " Your turn to-day, Samson, mine to-morrow," replied 
 the gallant young fellow, quietly. " I hope I may put 
 on some clothes." 
 
824 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Put on as many as you will, and show these men 
 your boxes and bags. T would be a pity to leave your 
 London breeches behind you," replied the captain. And 
 so it came to pass that when, after sending in a few 
 prizes, the Independence ran into Plymouth to report 
 herself and procure some fresh provision, Gideon junior 
 was handed over to the Committee of Safety, who im 
 prisoned him for a while; and then as all the women, 
 both Whig and Tory, made a pother about the shame 
 and sin of keeping the handsomest youth of the Colony 
 in confinement, or " in a dungeon," as they called it, 
 he was released on parole, and lived at his father s 
 home on Main Street (now replaced by the Engine 
 House) until his final departure for Nova Scotia, where 
 his descendants may still be found, and still are con 
 temptuous of Whig authority or dignity. 
 
 But the most memorable cruise of the Independence, 
 and one of which we have the fullest detail, is that whose 
 record is kept by Henry Goodwin, son of Doctor Lazarus 
 LeBaron s daughter Hannah, who married Benjamin 
 Goodwin, brother of her sister Lydia s husband, Nathan 
 iel. 
 
 It lies before us, the little tattered, blurred, fragmen 
 tary book, actual part of the Independence, telling so 
 much and withholding so much, its pages vitalized by the 
 hand of the writer as it passed across their surfaces and 
 left between the lines a record impossible to transcribe, 
 and yet containing the true essence of the story. The 
 words themselves are crude, artless, and unlearned, 
 and yet so much more eloquent than one can write 
 at this distance of time that we will have them just 
 as they stand, and bridge for ourselves the gaps they 
 leave. 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 325 
 
 " October y c 20 th 1778 
 
 " This Day being fine Weather, at 10 o clock A. M. we 
 took our Departure from Plimouth. At 3 p. M. lost 
 Sight of the Gurnet. At 5 o clock P. M. lost sight of 
 Cape Cod and this hour we lose sight of Land. 
 
 " Nothing, worth Remark happening the Six Days fol 
 lowing, & no Saile appearing. 
 
 " The next Day being Sunday y e 27 th early in y e Morn 
 ing we Descry d a Sail under our Lee and gave her 
 Chase and come up with her very fast. At 1 P. M. we 
 crouding sail and shaking the Reefs out of the topsails 
 we Carry d away our foretopmast and All went over the 
 Side, the Chase discovering that Accident threw out a 
 Red Ensign and firing a Gun to Leeward, put away be 
 fore the Wind & showing herself to us very plain we 
 discover d her to be a Bark. All this time All Hands 
 employ d at clearing the Rigging & getting our spare 
 Topmast on End. At Night we lost sight of her. This 
 night some of our Men employed in getting the Top 
 mast and Rigging in Order fell overboard but soon 
 were reskwed and the next Day being Monday the 28 th 
 of October we got our new Topmast on End nothing Re 
 markable happening and no Sail appearing." 
 
 A week of fishing and shooting wild fowl, killing a 
 sheep, and coasting the Banks of Newfoundland ensues, 
 and then, on " Monday y e 4 th of November, we saw sev 
 eral sail & spoke with a Brigantine which belonged to 
 Aver de Grace, she being French Property we parted 
 with her. There being several Sail in Sight, we gave 
 Chase to the Nighest & in a short time come Up with 
 Her, She being a Brigantine from Placentia in New 
 foundland bound to Waterford in Ireland with 90 Pas 
 sengers aboard, her cargo consisting chiefly in Train Oil 
 
326 DR. LED A RON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 and Blubber. She is reckoned to be worth Twenty-Five 
 Thousand Dollars. The first Day She come out of Pla- 
 centia she was Intercepted and taken by the Arm d 
 Schooner Ranger Commanded by John Churchill from 
 Newbury, who put his Lieutenant as Prize Master and 
 8 others on Board, and intended to keep Company with 
 her, but Parting in a Gale of Wind the Passengers Rose 
 took her and alter d her Course for Waterford, the 
 Original Mate taking charge of her." 
 
 And just here one must lay down the little sea-worn, 
 tattered book to wonder if Henry Goodwin felt all the 
 force of his simple narrative. Ninety wild Irishmen 
 held prisoner and carried whither they would not, by a 
 prize crew of eight Newbury yeomen, and their insurrec 
 tion in the midst of the storm, and the " Original Mate " 
 changing place with the defeated prize master and lay 
 ing her course joyfully for Waterford again ! And then 
 the Independence, flying that new and untried flag, com 
 ing to the rescue and reversing again the order of defeat 
 and success ! 
 
 Well, perhaps the surgeon s mate knew it all and did 
 not say it ; perhaps of all of it he was a part, and yet 
 saw only the husk ; at any rate, he makes no comment 
 and calmly goes on : 
 
 " We put several men on board the Prize & kept Com 
 pany with Her the Wind blowing Very Hard this Night 
 & next Day nothing Remarkable could be transacted ; 
 the 6 th inst being Calm we brought all the former Cap 
 tors on board, 10 of the Passengers and Mate which 
 were the first that rose, and put a Prize Master and 18 
 men aboard the Prize. This Day we finish d the Business, 
 the Prize Master having Orders to keep by us till further 
 Orders. The 7 th being a very pleasant Day, toward 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 327 
 
 Night we discry d a sail under our Lee and gave Chase 
 hoping to speak with Her in the Morning but were Dis 
 appointed no Sail appearing in the Morning except our 
 Prize within Hail. 
 
 " Nov. 9 th We lost sight of our Prize she having rec d 
 Orders to proceed for the first Convenient Port in the 
 State of the Massachusetts Bay." 
 
 Let us here interpolate that the " Prize " duly arrived 
 at Boston, and that the captain and crew of the Inde 
 pendence duly received their share of the prize-money. 
 
 Next comes a bit of sea fun. 
 
 " At 7 A. M. we discover d a Sail and went after her, 
 at 11 A. M. come up with her. She proved to be a 
 French Schooner from St. Peters bound to St. Malos 
 loaded with Fish. We hoysted out our Yawl, and Lieut. 
 Dyer went aboard and sent the Capt. and Owner Aboard 
 the Independence, the Frenchmen thinking Us to be one 
 of His Majesty s Arm d Vessels. After they had been 
 on Board some Time we hoysted Continental Colours 
 which Undeceived Them. They appeared to be very 
 much Rejoyc d. After much perswasion they Consented 
 to take 3 of the Prisoners that come out of the Brig ne 
 Aboard." 
 
 After this came many days of more or less adventure, 
 for the Independence in her seven months service cap 
 tured and sent in five prizes, one of them the Roebuck, 
 Captain White. 
 
 But the bravest ships, the bravest men, must die. 
 Fortune of war, brave hearts of oak, and a noble end 
 that comes in the midst of noble strife ! 
 
 The twenty-fifth day of November, only a month 
 from the day she lost sight of the Gurnet, the Indepen 
 dence, while chasing a British sloop which was to have 
 
328 DR LLBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 been her sixth prize, came upon " two Saile about 5 
 points on our Lee Bow. We then left the Sloop and 
 Bore Away, crouding all the Sail we Possibly cou d. 
 We raised them fast, and soon Disco ver d them Plain 
 from the Deck, and found them to be a Ship and a 
 Brigantine. Then says our Noble Captain, * I believe 
 the Ship to be a Transport & what the Brig ne is I can t 
 discover, but prepare yourselves for an Ingagement, and 
 we 11 see what they are made of. 
 
 " We made ready & soon see they were also for In- 
 gaging, haul d up their Courses and Lay too for us to 
 come up. We first come up with the Brig ne within 
 Pistol shot, we hoysted Continental Colours they Im 
 mediately hoysted St. George s Jack and give us a Gun, 
 for which we gave her a broadside. After that it was 
 broadside for broadside for two glasses " (hour-glasses) 
 " upon which the Ship seeing we were like to be more 
 than a match for the Brigantine come up upon our 
 Quarter with 16 Six Pounders and a hundred and forty 
 soldiers." 
 
 Then followed an incident which the discreet surgeon 
 does not mention, fearing perhaps to bring his " Noble 
 Captain " into trouble, but which the newspapers of the 
 day related with stern approval. 
 
 When the heavily armed and manned transport 
 Nancy came up to reenforce the Hope, commanded by 
 that gallant George Dawson whose many successes had 
 made him a little too skeptical of Yankee skill and valor, 
 some of the men of the Independence, overborne by that 
 terrific two hours combat, shrunk from encountering a 
 fresh foe and murmured at their guns. 
 
 Samson, who, covered with smoke of gunpowder and 
 blood of half-staunched wounds, was everywhere, heart- 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 329 
 
 ening, helping, cheering on his men, heard and saw the 
 dismay, and with a bound stood beside the mutineers. 
 
 " What s that, you coward ! Strike the flag ! Hark 
 y , my fine fellow, death from the enemy is possible, 
 but death from my own hand is certain, unless you turn 
 to with a will. Train that gun f or ad ! You heard the 
 order ! " 
 
 Beneath the captain s eye and the muzzle of the cap 
 tain s pistol the mutineers succumbed and began to obey 
 the order, when the Nancy, bringing up on the starboard 
 quarter, poured in a broadside, whose shot actually 
 crossed the course of those still spasmodically fired by 
 the Hope. 
 
 " It s all over now run for your lives ! " shouted a 
 coward holding commission as third lieutenant of the 
 Independence, and bounded toward the companion way, 
 where he was met by his captain, who, having fired his 
 pistol at an Englishman, tore his sword from its scab 
 bard and received the flying traitor upon its point. 
 With a shriek the poor wretch threw up his arms and 
 fell dead, and a sailor who followed him met the same 
 fate. 
 
 " Seize him ! Give him up and haul down the flag ! " 
 yelled another mutineer, and again the sword flashed 
 and fell, and the livid face and blazing eyes of the com 
 mander turned upon the wavering knot of those who 
 followed. 
 
 " As sure as God s in heaven I 11 lay you all beside 
 em unless you turn to," shouted he, flourishing that 
 dripping sword above his head ; and, more afraid of him 
 than of the British, the men raised a fickle shout of 
 loyalty and turned to their work. Dawson, mounted on 
 the taffrail of the Hope, saw it all, and the pistol cover 
 ing Samson s head dropped at his enemy s side. 
 
330 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " What a hero lost to the British navy ! " exclaimed 
 he to his first lieutenant. 
 
 " You might bring him over in pieces, but never alive," 
 replied that officer. 
 
 And so for another hour the battle raged, the Hope on 
 the one side and the Nancy on the other pouring in 
 broadside after broadside, until as the latter came creep 
 ing up to board, Samson, looking around upon his hag 
 gard and exhausted men, and hearing the gunners re 
 port that certain guns were too hot to fire and the 
 ammunition of others was running low, set his teeth 
 in the mightiest struggle of all that day, and gave the 
 order to make sail and bear away. 
 
 " Up with your helm, steersman," repeated he, im 
 patient that the order seemed of no avail, and turning 
 to the wheel he found the man, a blithe young Plym 
 outh fellow, hanging across it dead. Another took his 
 place, and the spokes turned, but with no result ; the 
 masts, sails, and rigging were so riddled with shot that 
 it was impossible to make sail, and like a wounded bird 
 the Independence could only feebly flutter her wings, 
 but fly no more. 
 
 " We can t get way upon the brigantine, Captain, with 
 out new rigging," reported the sailing master, quietly, 
 and the first lieutenant, clinging to the breech of a gun 
 because he could not stand on a broken leg, gasped : 
 
 " For God s sake, Captain, don t throw away these 
 men s lives ! The boarders will be upon us in a mo 
 ment, and there s nobody left to repel them." 
 
 And from the captain s breast burst such a groan that 
 they who heard it told it with awe to their children and 
 their children s children. 
 
 " Must we strike our flag, Dyer ? " 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 331 
 
 " For the sake of these men, Captain." 
 
 " Why did n t they shoot me first ! " 
 
 " Quick, Captain ! " And as the Nancy ranged up on 
 the weather quarter, with the evident intention of lock- 
 ing her yard-arms with those of the Independence, and 
 so pouring in her troops, the lieutenant fell swooning 
 from the gun, and Samson, white as death, could only 
 signal with his bloody sword to the men at the signal 
 halliards. 
 
 Down came the Continental colors, and the Nancy, 
 with three men at the wheel, glided harmlessly past the 
 side of the Independence, while a shout of triumph 
 went up from the decks of the ship, but was immedi 
 ately repressed by orders from Dawson himself. 
 
 A few moments later the two heroes stood face to 
 face and curiously eyed each other. 
 
 " Captain Samson, I am proud to be your host," 
 said the English officer, extending his hand. " I never 
 saw a ship better worked, or an engagement more 
 bravely fought." 
 
 " And yet, sir, my sword is yours," replied Samson, 
 bitterly, as he unbuckled and presented it. 
 
 " No, Captain, no," returned Dawson ; "a man who can 
 use a sword as you have should never be without one." 
 
 "Thank you, Captain Dawson. If I must be con 
 quered I had rather yield to you than any man alive." 
 
 Would you like to see that sword ? It lies in Pilgrim 
 Hall in old Plymouth, with its ancestor, the sword of 
 Myles Standish. 
 
 So ended what has been called " an engagement of as 
 severe and bloody a character as is recorded in the an 
 nals of naval warfare. Had Captain Samson been sus 
 tained by all his men, he would undoubtedly have been 
 
332 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 the conqueror rather than the vanquished, and his skill 
 and intrepidity were applauded even by his enemies." 
 
 Let us hope that applause and the company of his 
 sword were a solace to the vanquished hero during his 
 seven months imprisonment at Fort Cumberland, Hali 
 fax, Nova Scotia. That he diverted himself during a 
 part of the time is proven by an elaborately carved 
 clock-case which he wrought and brought home as a 
 present to his wife. Probably there was no Therese at 
 Fort Cumberland, or perhaps sixteen years of active 
 service had told upon the captain s face ; at any rate, he 
 remained a prisoner until the beginning of July, 1777, 
 when he was exchanged, and returned home to take 
 command of the States armed brig, Hazard. But let 
 us know a little more of the fate of the Independence 
 and her crew. 
 
 " We soon found that the Nancy was bound to Fort 
 Cumberland, Nova Scotia, where we were all carried 
 Except those KilTd in the Ingagement two of which 
 was Seth Doten and Benj n Sparrow. This woful Night 
 our people were All Dispers d, some on board the ship, 
 and some on board the Brigantine but all were carried 
 from the Independence except Dr. Cutting myself, the 
 wounded and a few men to attend us. Two of our 
 wounded died of their wounds at Fort Cumberland at 
 which place we were all order d on board the Frigate 
 Lizard to go to Annapolis and from there to Hallifax 
 but when she saw the Distres t Condition two of our 
 wounded were in, (the rest by this time were in a very 
 good way) she Refus d taking them on Board, so they 
 stay d behind." 
 
 Here a few pages of the time-worn manuscript are 
 lost, but it is evident that, leaving Samson and the dying 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 333 
 
 men at Fort Cumberland, the surgeon s assistant, some 
 of the prisoners, and a prize crew, with the Indepen 
 dence, were carried to Annapolis, and thence set sail for 
 Halifax in their own vessel, but under escort of a British 
 brigantine. 
 
 Dr. Goodwin goes on : 
 
 "As we came out of Annapolis the Wind began to 
 Increase and about sunset we were obliged to shorten 
 sail, and about sunset the wind at N. increased to such 
 a digree that the Brigan ne in Company with us hove 
 to, and disired us to Do the Same. But our Prize 
 Master not being Acquainted with our Brigantine feared 
 she would founder and for that Reason kept her Before 
 the Wind. It Blew Exceeding hard. The Next Morn 
 ing we were all again surpriz d at the Cry of Fire we 
 found our Hold fill d with Smoke and upon Examina 
 tion found a Hole in our Galley Hearth where the Fyre 
 had got through into some wood. The decks were then 
 filled with Ice under which we were all of a Blaze ! 
 Good God what a Situation we were in ! Yesterday 
 morning we Expected every moment to Perish in the 
 Water this morning we Expected to Perish in the 
 Fire. The wind continuing the same way for two days 
 with Equel Velocity our Prize Master on the 3 d day 
 which was more Moderate Concluded to make Sail & 
 put away for the West Indies ; all were agreed to it 
 except ten prisoners who were taken in a small schooner 
 belonging to Plymouth, Commanded by Captain Hatch. 
 They were all Plymouth men, and fearing they should 
 be in the Enemy s Hands longer than if they went to 
 Hallifax. (now we took them at Annapolis to carry 
 there, for a Cartel was then waiting at Hallifax for them 
 and us) they Petittion d to make trial to Beat on again 
 
334 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 but they were not heard. Accordingly without any 
 farther Ceremony we made the Best of our way toward 
 Antigua ; we being very short of water were put upon 
 Allowance of 3 Pints per Day upon which we Made 
 Out very well. Nothing remarkable Happen d until we 
 came up with Bermoodas when we saw a Sloop to the 
 windward about 8 o clock A. M. the Prisoners were 
 then wrapt in Silent Expectation of her being an Ameri 
 can Privateer. Our Prize Master bore away, made all 
 the Sail he possibly could but she came up with us 
 very fast and almost within cannon-shot but as we Sup- 
 poz d she then saw we were built war like & fear d to 
 In gage so our Expectations of being re-taken were 
 Sadly Cut off. After this we saw but 2 or 3 Sail until 
 the 23 of January. We were then in the Lat. of about 
 22 or 3 and about 10 o clock A. M. we saw a large 
 Ship to the Windward and a Schooner to the Leeward, 
 We soon saw the Ship bareing down upon us, and the 
 Schooner standing the same way we were by the Wind 
 we were all Inclin d to think that the Ship was an Eng 
 lish Man of War and the Schooner her Tender. They 
 Both seem d Eager to speak with Us but our Prize 
 Master declin d having anything to say to Either of 
 them if he Could Avoid it. However as the Fates or 
 dered it the wind almost Died away about 4 or 5 o clock 
 p. M. By this Time the Ship had got within about 3 
 Leagues we fearing to run from her lest the Schooner 
 should Catch us stood upon our Course but we all kept 
 our Eyes steadily Fix d on the ship watching her 
 Motions and soon saw a very fine-looking Barge come 
 from her toward us. We then hove too and waited for 
 her to come up. She came within Hale of us and we 
 discover d the Gold Laced Hats of the Officers their 
 
A PRIVATE LOG. 335 
 
 Swords &c and the Peoples Dutch caps. We haled 
 them & they immediately answering ask d who we were. 
 Our Master Told them & ask d what ship s Boat that 
 was ; they say d it was the Simater s, Man-of-War from. 
 Antigua and ordered to make Toward the ship as fast as 
 Possible. We accordingly did for the wind sprang in 
 our favour so that we came along-side of her just after 
 Dark. She then discover d herself to us & proved to 
 Be the Boston, privateer Mounting 25 carriage guns, 
 besides Swivels, Cohorns, etc. They gave orders to 
 strike our (British) colours and heave to which we ac 
 cordingly did. They then Sent for our Master and his 
 own people to come on board the Ship and sent us an 
 other Master and ships Company on board that night. 
 The next day Capt. Brown the Commander of the Ship 
 seeing we Sail d exceeding fast and Look d very warlike 
 all excepting the want of guns (now our guns were all 
 Left at Fort Cumberland so that we were in a Defence 
 less Situation) the Captain Concluded to put some Guns 
 on board and Everything Necessary to fit us for a Pri 
 vateer and keep us for his Tender. He accordingly did, 
 & appointed Mr. Jeremy Hagerty our Commander. I 
 was then desir d to Act as Surgeon of her a Circum 
 stance which was of Advantage to our two wounded 
 Men which were in a fine way & almost well but that 
 my Medicines were Exhausted and a fresh supply was 
 Necessary which I now had from the Ship. 
 
 " We gave Chase after this to several Sail but they all 
 proved French, Spanish, or American friends until 
 About the 6 th of August we came acrost a Brigantine 
 from London. We readily agreed to send her in and 
 Mr. Hagerty our Master was Ordered to take Charge 
 of her and Mr. Stoughton Lieutenant of the Ship took 
 the command of the Independence." 
 
336 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 And so we leave the regained Independence with its 
 merry surgeon, only wishing he had continued his jour 
 nal until his return home, which we know took place, 
 for three years later he was married. 1 
 1 See note in Appendix. 
 
CHAPTER XXXVI. 
 
 PARSON HOVEY. T. FOB T IS, AND T. FOB T IS N T. 
 
 BUT let us go back in our story a little, to a sweet 
 June morning before the Independence had taken such 
 positive shape. 
 
 The roses were in bloom in the doctor s garden stretch 
 ing all along LeBaron s Alley to Middle Street, as folk 
 now carefully called it, and in their midst stood two 
 young women, as fair and sweet as they, although the 
 one was in gracious fullness and richness of matronhood, 
 and the other the half-developed blossom, coyly hiding 
 its glowing heart and threatening to refold the calyx 
 leaves around its promise. 
 
 " Come now, Margaret, tell me in so many words, and 
 waste no more of either your or my time. Have you 
 quarreled with Philip de Montarnaud, or ia it only cat- 
 and-mouse play ? " 
 
 " Oh, pray don t waste your time, Mrs. Priscilla, over 
 such idle concerns as mine ; see, here you are ! " And 
 cleverly capturing a lady-bug creeping over a rose-leaf, 
 Margot held him upon the tip of a tapering forefinger 
 and mockingly sang : 
 
 " Lady-bug, lady-bug, fly away home, 
 
 Your house is on fire and your children will burn I 
 
 And giving her finger a flick, the insect spread her 
 wings and flew away, as it chanced in a northerly direc 
 tion. 
 
338 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " See, Pris, she s showing you the way ! " 
 
 " Peggy, you re enough to provoke a saint, but I am 
 your older sister " 
 
 " Oh, so much older ! Three whole years, is n t it? " 
 
 " Do he good, little sister, and let me help you ! " 
 
 " Oh, Pris, I m naughty, and I love to be naughty, 
 and nobody can help me, and and I wish I 
 wish" 
 
 But the wish was lost in the great bunch of white 
 roses the girl suddenly crushed up against her face. 
 
 " Child ! But did you let him go away in anger ? " 
 
 " Yes ; why need he tell me about that Mademoiselle 
 de Rochambeau, and hope she could come over here with 
 her brother the count ? And oh, she was so elegant, and 
 so accomplished, and so gentile, and so mistress of her 
 self, and had so fine a manner, and never was rude, and 
 and I know not what all ; but I do know that I 
 told Monsieur Philip to get back to her and her brother, 
 or to France, or to Havre de Grace, or anywhere else he 
 liked, as fast as he could, and never come troubling me 
 again, for there was a better man than he " 
 
 " A better man ! Why, whom did you mean, Mar- 
 got?" 
 
 " Why Tom Crandon, or Tom Davis, or Tom Wat 
 son, and when I ve done with the Toms I 11 take the 
 Dicks, and then the Harrys ; there s enough to be had 
 of all three. 
 
 " Now, see here, Peggy," 
 
 " You know that I hate to be called Peggy." 
 
 Well Margaret, then," 
 
 "No, Margot. Don t you love your little Margot, 
 Prissy dear?" 
 
 " Oh, Margot," 
 
PARSON HOVEY. 339 
 
 " Mas r send his comperments, and like to speak to 
 Mis Pris w en she done conversas ing wid Miss Mar- 
 g et." 
 
 " Oh ! " And Priscilla, a little startled, turned and 
 confronted Quasho, very bent, very white, very lame, in 
 these days, and with a certain air of feeble expectancy 
 always hanging about him, the air that characterizes 
 some purblind, stiff-limbed old dog, whose master has 
 gone into a house and left him waiting on the door 
 step. Sight and scent and hearing have all grown dim, 
 but there is yet another sense that will tell him when 
 his master comes, and he will follow him, yes, follow to 
 the end. 
 
 " Good - morning, Quash," said Priscilla, gently. 
 " How is the rheumatism ? Did the opodeldoc do you 
 good?" 
 
 " T ank you kin ly, Mis Prissie, it done me heap o 
 good, t ank you." 
 
 " Who rubbed it on for you ? " 
 
 " Well, it ain t been rubbed on yit, Mis Pris, cause 
 Phyllis pooty mis able in her feelin s dese days, an I 
 don keer bout strippin off fore dese new niggers ; but 
 it done me heaps o good to t ink Mis Pris done put it 
 up fer pore old unc Quash, an de piece o frannel an 
 all so pooty and nice. I 11 go tell mas r Mis Pris 
 a-comin ." 
 
 And retreating as he spoke, with many bows and 
 scrapes, the old fellow was out of hearing before Pris 
 cilla could reply. 
 
 " And I 11 go and corroborate the news," cried Mar- 
 got, gayly, and fled away in another direction. A little 
 later Priscilla found her arranging roses in a great In 
 dian bowl, in the parlor, looking toward the sea, the 
 
340 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 parlor where Teresa, years before, had like a royal donor 
 given a man to her suppliant rival. 
 
 " Margot, father says he should like a little ride, and 
 wants you to go with him and drive." 
 
 " Does he ? I am so glad he feels stronger." 
 " So am I ; he wants to go over to Ponds, to see Dr. 
 Ivory Hovey." 
 "Is he ready?" 
 
 " Yes ; there s the chaise at the door." 
 " I 11 run and get my hat." 
 " But one word more, Maggie," 
 " No, no, we must n t keep father waiting." 
 And Priscilla could not get another word with her 
 sister, until the latter, radiant and provoking, ran down 
 the stairs and lightly sprang into the chaise, where her 
 father, the wan shadow of his former self, awaited ner. 
 
 " Shall I drive, father ? " asked she, taking the reins 
 from the shaking hand with which Quasho ceremoniously 
 handed them to his master. 
 
 " Why, yes, if you want to, Margot," replied the in 
 valid. It was a little ceremony performed every time 
 Dr. Lazarus had been out for many a day. 
 " Bye, Pris. Give my love to Abra m." 
 " Good-morning, father ; good-morning, Peggy." 
 And as Mrs. Hammatt turned down the Alley to 
 ward her home, Margot shook the reins and blithely 
 drove along Leyden Street and down the steep hill of 
 Market Street and along the Sandwich road, saying : 
 " Going to Parson Hovey s, are n t we ? " 
 " Yes, daughter. His niece Abiah, S uth ard How- 
 land s wife, told me that the parson is but poorly and 
 fancied to see me." 
 
 " He always does you good, father, whether you can 
 help him or not." 
 
PARSON HOVEY. 341 
 
 "Yes, the man has a marvelous dry humor that 
 suits my fancy. Ha ! Dr. Nathaniel Lothrop, was it 
 not?" 
 
 "Yes, father." 
 
 " I wish we had stopped and asked him how his wife 
 finds herself to-day." 
 
 " I heard that Madam Hobart, her mother, was here 
 to visit her," said Margot, knowing that her father cared 
 for little bits of town news like this. 
 
 " Ah Madam Hobart," replied he ; "a fine wo 
 man, a prodigious fine woman ; she was Madam Lo- 
 throp, you know, and before that she was Mrs. Wat 
 son." 
 
 " And before that ? " 
 
 " Oh, she was born Priscilla Thomas, of Marshfield, 
 and there s a story to it. While she was a girl there 
 at home, and Caleb Thomas was not too well off in this 
 world s gear, a young Divinity student, Noah Hobart 
 by name, came a-wooing, and got the maiden s promise 
 easily enough ; but the father demurred, for he knew 
 that parsons are apt to be more blessed in progeny than 
 pence, and Noah was not even a parson yet. While the 
 question was hanging, John Watson, grandfather of the 
 John who married Lucia Marston t other day, and who 
 was a rich young widower, with house next to your 
 sister Lyddy s there, came a-courting also, and the 
 father at once gave the vote for him. You see it would 
 be so convenient to have a place in Plymouth to stop 
 over night when he came to Sessions Court, and he was 
 a very litigious man." 
 
 Father ! " 
 
 "Well, Caleb put the matter before Priscilla fairly 
 enough, and she told Noah all about it, expecting to be 
 
342 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 much praised for her constancy; but Noah was cool 
 and sensible even in those days, and wise beyond his 
 years. He considered the matter for a while, and then 
 told her that her father was right ; marriage with him 
 meant long waiting, even for the daily bread absolutely 
 necessary, and that it was likely enough the butter for 
 it would never come. John Watson was a good man, 
 and a rich man, and her life with him would be safe 
 and prosperous, and she could give a helping hand to 
 the sisters coming up behind, so he released her from 
 her promise, and forestalling a little his ministerial 
 privileges gave her his blessing and bade her good-by." 
 
 " The horrid, hateful jilt of a man ! " exclahned Mar- 
 got, bringing the whip down so sharply on the old horse s 
 back as to make him caper. 
 
 " So Priscilla thought," replied the doctor, dryly. 
 " And instead of meekly accepting the blessing and the 
 advice, she sent her reasonable lover away with a flea in 
 his ear, and then cried herself sick. Silly girl, was n t 
 she, Margot, to quarrel with her best friend ? " 
 
 " Perhaps she expected to make it up," suggested 
 Margot with a little smile. 
 
 " Perhaps she did ; but Noah had spirit as well as 
 judgment, and the next news was that he had engaged 
 himself to Ellen Sloss, a very pretty girl, with a very 
 pretty purse. Then Priscilla accepted John Watson in 
 a hurry and was married before Hobart graduated, 
 which no doubt was a comfort to her. Two or three 
 years later, just after Hobart s marriage, Watson died, 
 leaving Priscilla a handsome and wealthy widow, but 
 too late for Noah, you see." 
 
 " I hope Ellen Sloss did n t know about it, or she 
 might have felt de trap," remarked Margot, saucily. 
 
PARSON HOVEY. 343 
 
 "She probably did not. So prudent a man would 
 have kept a discreet silence upon such a subject. Well, 
 Isaac Lothrop, himself a widower, devoted himself to 
 comforting the widow, and was so successful that she 
 presently married him, and made him an admirable 
 wife. Then Mrs. Hobart died and Isaac Lothrop 
 died, and at last those two stood face to face with only 
 three graves and some thirty years between them. A 
 trifle, you see, a mere bagatelle, even if you add the 
 circumstance that her son Nathaniel Lothrop and his 
 daughter Ellen Hobart were already betrothed " 
 
 " Father ! You make my head reel." 
 
 "A four-handed reel, my dear, since they all were 
 married, and life seems to go merry as a marriage bell 
 with all of them, except that poor Mrs. Ellen Lothrop 
 has inherited her father s weak lungs, and won t live 
 very long. I don t know whether Nat has any little 
 plans for the future or not ; but here we are at Ponds. 
 You have been so agreeable, my dear, that the way has 
 seemed very short." 
 
 Margot, who was accustomed to her father s humor, 
 made no reply, but skillfully drew rein before a charm 
 ing old house, gambrel-roof ed and painted red. In front 
 was a great square porch with benches at the sides, a 
 white rose bush closing in one side of it and a red one 
 the other, both on this June day full of bloom and bees 
 and humming-birds. A well with a long sweep lay at 
 one side the house, an apple orchard behind, two great 
 elms with seats around them in front. Turf close as 
 velvet, and green as grass, lay like a royal carpet from 
 the roadside to the low sunken natural rock forming the 
 doorstone, smoothed and polished through fifty years by 
 the feet of the poor, the sorrowful, the perplexed, the 
 
344 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 weary, the discouraged, all who needed a friend, a fa 
 ther, and a pastor ; for Parson Hovey was all of this to 
 his people, and not one of them but brought to him his 
 troubles, if he brought little else. Sometimes they 
 brought their joys and successes also, but at Manomet 
 Ponds, as with the rest of the world, these have never 
 made a large percentage of the total, and like the other 
 good things of life, people are apt to keep them for 
 themselves. 
 
 " Ah, good-morning, good-morning, Doctor ! And 
 good-morning to you, my dear. Anna is at home with 
 her baby and will be amazing proud to show him to 
 you. Come in, Doctor, come in, and have a glass of 
 home-made wine or a gentle sip of spirits after your 
 ride." 
 
 And with careful, cordial grasp that looked like greet 
 ing and really was assistance, the hale old man led the 
 older man from his carriage to the door and seated him 
 in the armchair whence he had just risen, while a 
 comely young matron bustled out to meet the guests, 
 and her mother smiled in the open doorway. 
 
 " Dominicus will see that your horse is put up, and 
 you must stay for dinner," said the parson, and wife and 
 daughter echoed the invitation so cordially that the doc 
 tor, a little shaken by his drive, and Margot, who en 
 joyed the esthetic " values " of Ponds parsonage and its 
 inmates, gladly accepted. So soon as this was settled 
 the women disappeared carrying Margot with them, and 
 the two old men, pipe in hand, and a cool tankard with 
 glasses upon the bench beside them, settled for a talk. 
 
 "And what was this I heard of your stealing my 
 trade and setting a man s jaw, the other day ? " asked 
 the doctor, whereat the parson laughed, and taking a 
 
PARSON HOVEY. 345 
 
 long pull at his pipe, sent a spire of smoke high into the 
 air. 
 
 " Why, you know I studied medicine before I did di 
 vinity, and sometimes think I know as little of the one 
 as t other," said he, cheerily. " Well, it chanced this 
 way. I had been down town contending with Brother 
 Robbins over this Halfway Covenant business. I think 
 he is doing himself and his people a mischief because 
 he will have all men follow the rule of John Calvin as 
 straightly as he does himself. But Calvin was no more 
 than a man, and so limited by his own day and genera 
 tion ; and God who is Infinite has made man with a ca 
 pacity of growth and development which makes the new 
 generation chafe against the limits of the old, and so 
 cast away the swaddling bands well, well, I won t 
 give you my sermon dished up anew, but after this talk 
 with Robbins, I preached it all the next Sunday, and 
 perhaps being full of the matter waxed lengthy and 
 abstruse ; at any rate, I sent some of them off to sleep, 
 and the warden had occasion not only to tap the 
 men s numskulls with the deer s foot, but to tickle the 
 women s noses with the fox s brush, more than once. 
 Still, as I found it a help to my own understanding to 
 put my convictions into words, I continued until the 
 seventh head of my discourse and announced it, whereat 
 Penuel Virgin, straight in front of the pulpit, gaped so 
 prodigiously as to dislocate his nether jaw, which, when 
 the gape was done, refused to return to its ordinary 
 position. The man s aspect was peculiar, and although 
 distressing, was also in some sort so diverting that 
 many of our younger members began to giggle, while 
 others, chiefly among the women, loudly expressed sym 
 pathy, and ran to proffer the assistance they knew not 
 
346 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 how to give. All this of course made an unseemly inter 
 ruption to divine service and must be stopped, not to 
 mention that Christian charity which prompts us to 
 emulate the Good Samaritan in works of corporal 
 mercy, so that merely pausing to round the period 
 which I was approaching, I came down from the pulpit, 
 brushed aside the women, and planting my thumb upon 
 the end of the refractory jaw-bone while my fingers 
 gripped the man s chin, I snapped the bone into place, 
 and pushing up the chin closed his mouth and held it 
 shut, the while I remarked : 
 
 " Such is the penalty appointed for them who receive 
 sound doctrine with gapes of slothful indifference. 
 
 " Then as Penuel, daring not to open his mouth for 
 reply, got out his kerchief and bound up his jaw like a 
 dead man, I returned to the pulpit and gave them the 
 remaining three heads of the discourse, through which 
 no man gaped and no woman dozed." 
 
 " Right glad am I, parson, that I came to Ponds this 
 day. I have not had a generous laugh since I saw you 
 last," remarked the doctor, filling his glass and wiping 
 his merry eyes. 
 
 " T is better than calomel for the liver," replied the 
 parson, with a twinkling smile, " and when I feel the 
 megrims hovering about my head, I shut up Calvin or 
 Edwards or Knox and go out to see my parishioners. 
 Did I ever tell you of Sally Salisbury s pies ? " 
 
 * No." 
 
 " Well, it was in the winter, and a cold day ; so after 
 Sally had allowed my plea to sit beside the kitchen fire, 
 rather than in the chilly ceremony of the fore-room with 
 its sputtering blaze, she proposed a mug of mulled cider 
 and a cut of mince-pie, to the which I graciously con- 
 
PARSON HOVEY. 347 
 
 sented, and watched with quiet satisfaction as the cider 
 was set to warm in a copper saucepan bright as gold, and 
 the tin baker pushed up to receive the pie ; but presently 
 Sally, who had been to the pantry, returned with a look 
 of perplexity and a pie in either hand. 
 
 " * Parson, says she, you know most everything, 
 and may be you can help me out in this. T was 
 only yesterday I baked both mince and apple pies, and 
 keyed all the edges so tight to keep in the juice that 
 there s no peeping at their in ards ; then by way of 
 head-mark I cut in the middle of every mince -pie, 
 " t. m.," which stands for " t is mince," and on every 
 apple-pie I set " t. m." to signify " t is n t mince," and 
 now I can t tell t other from which, and I m sure I 
 don t see why. " 
 
 "And you what did you do ? " demanded LeBaron, 
 wiping his eyes. 
 
 " Oh, T bade her bring the two pies to me for a sort 
 of judgment of Solomon, and with my pocket-knife I 
 * tapped first one and then the other, as one does a 
 melon, and so discovered their contents. Sally has been 
 very punctual at church ever since, having gained a new 
 respect for her pastor s talents." 
 
 " Well, well, I have n t anything as good as that to tell 
 you," said the doctor, " but I brought just a crumb to add 
 to your feast. The other day Parson Robbins was walk 
 ing with Colonel Watson, and met our old friend Sam, 
 just up from Saquish, with a bunch of peeps for sale. 
 The colonel, who likes a toothsome dish as well as any 
 man, stopped to consider the peeps, and asked how many 
 of them there were. 
 
 " Ninety-and-nine, Colonel, replied Sam with great 
 golemnity ; not one more, and not one less. 
 
348 DR. LEBARON AND ins DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Pho, Sam, why don t you call it a hundred, and be 
 done with it ? asks the colonel, laughing, and Sam, roll 
 ing up his eyes at the parson, replies : 
 
 " Think I m such a fool as to resk my soul for one 
 dd little peep? " 
 
 " Ho, ho ! " chuckled Parson Hovey. " That matches 
 Sam s other peep story that Winslow used to tell. A 
 lot of them were down at Saquish and went out fishing 
 with Sam. Something was said about peeps, and White 
 sung out : 
 
 " * Sam, what is that story about your eating stewed 
 peeps on a wager? How many did you account for, 
 finally? 
 
 " No use in telling you, Colonel, says Sam, < you d 
 only be passing your jokes on me ; you would n t be 
 lieve me, not more than half, anyway, you know you 
 would n t. 
 
 " Think not, Sam ? Well, try me on half, and see if 
 I can swallow that, and then we will talk about the other 
 half. 
 
 " * Half half ? says Sam, pushing up his old 
 sou wester and scratching his head. Well, half would 
 be le s see half would be seventy-two, I guess. " 
 
 "Ha, ha! Seventy-two a hundred and forty-four 
 peeps at a meal ! Bravo, old Sam ! " cried the doctor, 
 smiting his knee, and the laughter of the two old men 
 rang out cheerily on the pure air, and a blackbird in 
 the great elm set up his crest and whistled in harmony. 
 
 " I don t believe Mr. Hovey has told you his last joke, 
 Doctor," remarked the voice of the parson s wife from 
 the doorway. " You know he is a man who can never say 
 no to the man who asks for his cloak, though his coat may 
 have gone just before, so I have to look out for him a 
 
PARSON HOVEY. 349 
 
 little, or there would be no coat for him to wear into the 
 pulpit of a Sunday " 
 
 "Except his robe of righteousness, madam," inter 
 posed the doctor. 
 
 " White robes in the pulpit savor of Papistry," re 
 plied the dame, slyly, and went on : " So the other day, 
 looking from my chamber window, I spied the parson 
 out in the road, talking with a man I know, and know 
 little good of except that he s a very professing* 
 Christian and always going to do better. Well, I 
 watched, and pretty soon I saw my husband take a sil 
 ver dollar out of his pocket, where I knew t was lone 
 some, and pass it over to the man, who ducked his head 
 and scraped his foot, and scrambled off to drink it up." 
 
 u Olivia, my dear ! Remember " 
 
 " Just one minute, husband, and I m done. He 
 came in, Doctor, looking as pleased as though he d got 
 a dollar instead of spending one, and I said, Why did 
 you give that man a dollar, husband ? and he replied, 
 i Because I owed it to him. < Owed it ! says I, for he 
 never owes any man a farthing. Yes, says he, I owe 
 every poor devil something, for I ve got more than my 
 share of blessings. And dinner s ready, Doctor." 
 
CHAPTER XXXVH. 
 
 A MYSTERY. 
 
 " OH, Pris, it is so good of you to do this for me ! " 
 " I don t feel that it is good, Nan, I am afraid it s 
 only weak. I don t believe it can do you any good to 
 see this old witch, and I believe it s for more than her 
 herbs that you visit her." 
 
 " Dear Pris, it is so kind of you to go and carry me ! " 
 " But you won t say that you go only for medicine ? " 
 " Priscilla, I have not very long to live, nor much joy 
 while I live ; do not grudge me any indulgence that 
 makes life more tolerable. You have a husband, and 
 children, and a home, and you need not to seek com 
 fort in strange places ; but all is different with me ! " 
 
 " Hannah, you break my heart when you speak in 
 that voice, and I could not deny you the very pieces of 
 it, if they would pleasure you." 
 
 " I know it, Pris, and I love you for it." 
 " And after all, more than you have gone to mother 
 Crewe to get their fortunes told, and will again, and 
 nobody has died of it, so far as I ve been told ; so get 
 up, Wally, get up." 
 
 And Priscilla Hammatt, with rather a doleful look at 
 the lowering sky and gloomy pine woods closing around 
 the road, laid the whip upon Wally, the horse Captain 
 Hammatt had chosen to call Walrus from some like 
 ness in his motion to the floundering of a sea-horse, 
 
A MYSTERY. 351 
 
 and turned him off the Carver Road into a woodpath 
 leading to the cabin where mother Crewe still lived 
 and waited, although her age had become as mythical 
 as her means of subsistence. 
 
 " I hate to leave you here, Hannah," said she again, 
 as Wally, with a last ponderous exertion, dragged the 
 chaise out of the deep ruts and turned aside to the 
 cabin door. " Mind you, it will be a good two hours or 
 more before I can reach Lucas s, do my errand about 
 the wood, and get back here." 
 
 " Never mind, Pris, we shall be at home before six 
 o clock, even so." 
 
 "Yes; but if she scare you, Nan, and there s no 
 getting away ? " 
 
 " She won t, she won t," replied Hannah, rather pee 
 vishly. " There, Pris, let me have my own way and kiss 
 me good-by, though I m so f roward and vex you so 
 sorely." 
 
 " You don t vex me, Nan, but well, see if the old 
 thing s at home before I go." 
 
 " Oh, she expects me that is I 11 see, yes." 
 
 And as Hannah, a sudden color in her pale face, 
 slipped from the carriage and knocked upon the crazy 
 door, Priscilla felt the vague terror at her heart sharpen 
 and intensify. 
 
 " She expected her ! " said she softly ; " and Hannah 
 never told me ! " 
 
 The door opened a crack, and Hannah, peering in, 
 turned back to her friend with a gesture both of assent 
 and of tender deprecation. 
 
 " She s at home, Priscilla, oh, Pris, don t look like 
 that ! " 
 
 " You might have told me it was an appointment, 
 
352 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Hannah, but there come kiss me good-by, child, and 
 don t get scared. I 11 be back as soon as I can." 
 
 " Good-by, Pris ! " And standing on the step of the 
 chaise, Hannah lifted her pale dark face to Priscilla s 
 rosy one, and the friends kissed lovingly. 
 
 Then Priscilla drove thoughtfully away, and Hannah, 
 pushing open the door, entered a gloomy room, compris 
 ing the whole area of the house, and yet too small for 
 the multifarious contents. The only window was closely 
 curtained, and when the door was shut no light remained 
 except a dull glow from the turf upon the hearth. Close 
 beside its glimmering spark some wild creature, tamed 
 by the witch s arts, crouched, growling sullenly at the 
 stranger s step. 
 
 " Be quiet, Milcom, or I 11 put thy paw in the fire 
 again," cried mother Ore we, fiercely, and the creature 
 cowered and was still. 
 
 4 It is well you came to-day, girl, for there are mighty 
 ones in the air, and there is much to see. You brought 
 the silver and the gold ? " 
 
 " Here they are, and the gold was hard to come by." 
 
 " Yes, and knowledge such as mine is hard to 
 come by. And the meat and the bread and the strong 
 waters?" 
 
 " They are in this basket." 
 
 " And the lock of your own hair, cut at the full of the 
 moon ? " 
 
 " Here it is." 
 
 " And you have said no prayers for the last four-and- 
 twenty hours ? " 
 
 " God forgive me no." 
 
 " Hush, fool ! Don t anger those you have summoned, 
 and who can tell you what you want to know. Sit you 
 
A MYSTERY. 353 
 
 down here, fix your eyes upon that corner, and your 
 thoughts on him you re fain to see. Speak not a word, 
 nor stir, whatever you may look upon, or whatever I 
 may say. Be eyes and ears, and nothing more." 
 
 As she spoke, the hag placed a low seat in the centre 
 of the room, spreading over it a cloth curiously em 
 broidered around the edges with cabalistic signs. Upon 
 this she placed Hannah, taking care that no part of her 
 body or her clothes projected beyond the cloth. This 
 done she covered the embers of the fire so that for a 
 moment total darkness and silence filled the place. 
 Then in the remotest corner of the room a thin blue 
 flame flickered up, and was reflected in Milcom s phos 
 phorescent eyes ; the smell and sound of burning hair 
 succeeded, and with it a wild chant, now rising to shrill 
 ness, now sinking to a melancholy wail, to groans, and 
 sibilant whispers, and muttered words, and the weary 
 breathings of exhaustion. 
 
 Hannah, silent, motionless, terrified but resolute, a 
 cold moisture upon her brow, and her clenched hands 
 cold as ice, never moved her eyes from the corner 
 where she had been bidden to look, and noted the 
 strange waves and flashes of color that swept from time 
 to time across the black background of the scene. A 
 creeping chill filled the air ; a distant sound, as of surf 
 breaking upon a beach half heard through restless sleep, 
 forced itself upon her consciousness ; an awful terror 
 seemed to freeze the blood at her heart ; a wild long 
 ing to fly to the rescue of something dearer than her 
 own life combated with a numbing s ense of disability. 
 Then in the sweeping masses of vapor, shadowy forms 
 began to shape themselves, the ice-laden rigging of a 
 vessel, driving sheets of sleet, men staggering before 
 
354 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 them, fighting against them, beaten down and trampled 
 to death by the demon of the storm. A sense of helpless 
 flight before a deadly enemy sure to conquer in the end, 
 of misery and mortal weariness, of struggle without 
 hope, and the desperate defiance that ends in despair, 
 all passed over her, all seemed to drag her into union 
 with those shadowy figures, momently growing more 
 and more distinct before some interior perception that 
 seemed to use her bodily eyes merely as windows, 
 through which it gazed upon what those human eyes 
 could not have seen. 
 
 One figure grew gradually more distinct than all the 
 rest : a man, muffled as all were to the eyes, staggered 
 up and down the deck, beating his breast, stamping his 
 feet, fighting against the deadly chill as against a hu 
 man foe, stooping now and again to raise a fallen com 
 rade, to grasp the arm of one dropping into the sleep 
 of death and force him to stagger beside him up and 
 down the deck, to speak a word of cheer, and then 
 himself to turn and gaze at some far-off point, as if to 
 gather strength and hope from thence. A voice was 
 it mother Crewe s, or was it Milcom s, or yet some other 
 force ? The girl knew not, but it was a voice, and said, 
 or rather chanted in a strange and awful monotone : 
 
 "Christmas Day! Christmas Day! A Christmas 
 stolen from the Nazarene ! Christmas that scoffs at 
 Him and his honor ! A day of days for the Prince of 
 the Power of the Air. A day to call out the storm fiends 
 and the death of ice and sleet, and to snatch the breath 
 out of lips that forswear the Great Birthday of the world. 
 Let loose the bands of the North ! Come, cold that 
 kills, and fury of storm and smothering snow ! Come, 
 deadly blast full of the ice-arrows of death ! Come, frozen 
 
A MYSTERY. 355 
 
 waves of ocean breaking in destruction ! Come, heaving 
 shoulders of mighty ones thrusting the ship upon the 
 rocks and sands that wait to tear her asunder ! Hell is 
 let loose and Hades laughs, for they go down go down 
 quick into the yawning gulf. Yet some yes, some 
 must be saved a Power stands behind the Power of 
 the Air, and some, some are set apart for life and not 
 for death some for life in this world some who die 
 to-day pass like the Three Children through the furnace 
 to safety and joy yes he must loose his hold even 
 though he snatch their mortal breath yet some are his, 
 all his the man who, yet unborn, was cursed for his 
 father s and his mother s sin joy, joy, for he shall 
 die see see see how he is beaten down by that 
 fury of ice and wind, see him slip and fall, and rise 
 again and fall and now he would rise, but another 
 falls above him and pins him down he dies and the 
 curse is fulfilled ah, the curse rebounds and returns 
 whence it came out the curser is the accursed forever- 
 more, and no hope, no release, no pardon " 
 
 Whether the words were spoken by a voice, or whether 
 they were spoken in her own brain, or if they fashioned 
 themselves out of the scene that passed before that 
 strange inner sight of hers, the girl could never tell even 
 to herself ; nor could she distinguish what she heard 
 from what she felt and saw ; nor could she tell if Ansel 
 Ring, sinking, struggling, fighting for life, and turning 
 in his last consciousness toward the spot where she 
 dwelt, saw her and was with her, and with his frozen 
 lips and ice-bound breath whispered her name and 
 " Good-by, dear love," or if she heard that he did so, or 
 if she were there, or he with her, or how they met, 
 only she knew that they met, and she drew in that icy 
 
356 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 farewell and felt it carry death to the warm life-springs 
 of her heart. 
 
 A deadly chill, a swooning sickness, a veil of utter 
 blackness and oblivion, a sense of falling from some 
 immeasurable height into unfathomable depths, and she 
 knew no more until a sweet yet sharpened voice ex 
 claimed : 
 
 " What foolishness ! I knew you d scare the life out 
 of her some way ! " 
 
 And wearily opening her eyes, she met Priscilla s 
 anxious and loving gaze, and at the same time felt her 
 head raised and a cup put to her lips. 
 
 " What s that now ? What witch-broth are you giv 
 ing her ? " demanded Priscilla. 
 
 "A little sperit-and-water. Just about what your 
 father has given many a time to fainting folk," replied 
 mother Crewe, sullenly ; and Hannah, sipping a little, felt 
 warmth return to her frozen veins, and in a few moments 
 was able to take her place in the chaise, and, leaning 
 back in the corner, to slowly recover her full conscious 
 ness and memory. 
 
 Priscilla, who was vexed and unhappy, and also in a 
 great hurry, urged the old horse on, and remained silent 
 until her companion softly asked : 
 
 " What s Christmas, Pris ? " 
 
 " Christmas ? Why, one of the Popish mummeries, 
 when they burn spirits in a bowl and play games. We 
 don t hold to such doings in this country, you know. 
 I Ve heard father tell of it when he was in England, and 
 how the men kissed the maids under a branch of a tree 
 hung up." 
 
 " But is it is it somebody s birthday ? " hesitated 
 Hannah, dreamily. 
 
A MYSTERY. 357 
 
 "Birthday well there, perhaps it is the Pope o 
 Rome s ! It seems to me as if something was said of a 
 birthday ; but it s Popish, anyway, and we ve naught to 
 do with it. Did mother Crewe tell you about it ? " 
 
 Yes n o I can t tell," stammered Hannah, 
 and Priscilla angrily flicked Wally s ears, and drove 
 home through the gathering December twilight. 
 
CHAPTER XXXVIII. 
 
 A WOFUL DAY. A PITEOUS SIGHT. 
 
 CHRISTMAS EVE, in the Year of our Lord 1778, fell 
 a Thursday, and while those of the patriots remain 
 ing in Boston who had hearts large enough to combine 
 resistance to England s tyranny with loyalty to England s 
 Church kept the festival as best they might, Captain 
 Magee, of the privateer brigantine General Arnold, 
 mounting twenty guns and carrying a hundred and five 
 men and boys as her crew, selected it as his day for sail 
 ing out of Boston, bound on a cruise. 
 
 Captain Magee, by birth an Irish Protestant and by 
 nature a hero, neither knew nor cared much about 
 Christmas Eve, but he knew and cared a great deal 
 about sailors, and would have been very sorry to begin 
 his voyage on a Friday, knowing that it would be logged 
 unlucky by every man and boy of his hundred and five ; 
 yes, even by Tommy Marchant, the hundred and sixth, 
 a young gentleman aged ten, whom the captain had 
 good-naturedly promised to deliver to his friends at 
 Martha s Vineyard, when he should put in at Holmes 
 Hole. 
 
 So, hurrying matters a little, the General Arnold took 
 her formal departure from Long Wharf about sunset on 
 Christmas Eve, with an ominous sky overhead, and a 
 sullen and moody west wind astern. 
 
 " Dirty weather ahead, Captain," remarked Jethro 
 Coffin, master s mate, and a man whose years and wis 
 dom gave him leave to speak. 
 
A PITEOUS SIGHT. 359 
 
 " We 11 make dirty weather for the first fat prize we 
 come across, Master," replied the captain, cheerily, and 
 the ancient mariner walked forward, saying in his throat, 
 
 " Hope we 11 get as far as old Nantucket, anyway ; 
 I d rather lay my bones there, than " 
 
 The boatswain s whistle piping to supper cut short the 
 wish, and the Fates denied it. 
 
 A baffling and anxious night passed, and Christmas 
 Day broke with every storm-sign augmented and immi 
 nent. About noon the variable wind settled into the 
 northeast, and speedily rose to a gale. Failing to reach 
 the open sea, Magee resolved to run into Plymouth Har 
 bor, and at nightfall, under storm stay-sails and with two 
 men at the helm, drove past the Gurnet, and unable to 
 signal for a pilot in the darkness, anchored in the Cow 
 Yard. But still the storm gathered force, and the gale 
 rose to its height, bringing in fierce bursts of sleet and 
 frozen snow, covering decks, masts, and rigging with ar 
 mor of ice. The cables strained, moaned like gigantic 
 harpstrings, and finally parted with an explosion like 
 thunder. Driving like a plaything before the fury of 
 the storm, the brigantine plunged forward and struck 
 heavily upon White Flat, burying her nose in the sand 
 like some poor wounded monster, checked in mid career 
 by the hunter s bullet in his shoulder. 
 
 " Cut away the masts and hamper, and she may drive 
 over," shouted the captain in Coffin s ear, and through 
 the shrieks of the wind came the hoarse bellow of the 
 trumpet, and the ominous order : 
 
 " Cut away the main-mast " and the rest was lost 
 in a howl of the wind. 
 
 Saturday morning dawned in such a fury of winter 
 storm as makes its record upon the history of a country. 
 
360 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Wind, and sea, and sleet, and snow, and frozen foam torn 
 from the crests of the waves, washing contemptuously all 
 over the decks, dashed like ammunition into the faces 
 of men who defied human foes and laughed at their 
 menace, but who cowered aghast at the malignant fury 
 of the elements. 
 
 Beating upon the hard sands of the Flat, the vessel 
 had bilged and settled by the head, so that every sea 
 broke over the main deck, and the crew huddled upon 
 the quarter deck, where now one and then another, 
 stifled by the snow, stunned by the waves, frozen to ici 
 cles as they clung to the only shrouds they should ever 
 know, fell and died, or died in such attitudes of life that 
 their comrades shouted counsel into dead ears. 
 
 u The men are at the spirit-cask ! " cried the first 
 officer in the captain s ear, and repeated it, until word 
 by word it was snatched from the tempest. 
 
 The two looked at each other, and without more ado 
 made their way down the companion, and forward to 
 where, just out of reach of the flood washing the main 
 deck, a crowd of sailors and mariners clung like bees 
 around the cask of rum, broached only the day before, 
 and so ravenously drowned their sorrow in the fiery 
 liquid that a dozen or more had drowned their bodies 
 as well, and washed hither and thither in the flood 
 amidships. The captain looked, raised his voice, and 
 shouted a command neither heard nor heeded, then nod 
 ding to his officer to imitate him, seized an axe thrown 
 aside after cutting the masts away, and swinging it 
 around his head, brought it down so squarely upon the 
 head of the cask, as it lay upon its side, as to start the 
 seasoned oak from its grooves, and let the poison out in 
 a stream. A wild howl of rage and defiance, rose from 
 
A PITEOUS SIGHT. 361 
 
 desperate lips, and oaths and menaces mingled upon 
 the air with the fumes of the spirit ; but the axe was 
 keen and heavy, and the captain s eye was resolute, 
 and no resistance was made. Another blow and an 
 other, and the cask lay a wreck, with perhaps a gallon 
 or two of the spirits in the bottom. Over this, the cap 
 tain mounted guard with a pannikin in his hand, and 
 after pouring a portion into the top of each of his high 
 sea-boots, beckoned the lieutenant and did the same for 
 him, with as many of the men as would submit ; and 
 those men had no frozen feet, and many of them were 
 among the survivors, while those who drank and slept, 
 or drank and raved, were among the first to die. 
 
 " Tommy Marchant ! " roared the captain, in the ear 
 of old Coffin, who had been by his side in the incip 
 ient mutiny, and the Nantucket man nodded and 
 scrambled aft, presently returning with a little muffled 
 figure in his arms, half carrying, half guiding it, until, 
 just in reach of the captain s arm, both stumbled and 
 fell before a swoop of the tempest almost like the 
 snatch of a personal fiend, and as the captain, darting 
 forward, seized the boy, the man whirled over and over 
 like a dead leaf, flew over the side, and was seen no more. 
 
 " God save him ! " cried the captain, and it was as 
 good a funeral service as that in the Prayer-Book. 
 
 " Must we go too, Captain ? " gasped little Marchant, 
 his blue lips at the captain s ear. 
 
 " No, my boy ! Your mother s waiting for you, and 
 you must n t break her heart. Live for her sake, lad ! " 
 
 Not many of the words reached the little fellow s ear, 
 but the tone did, and the words " mother " and " break 
 her heart," and shaking himself together he smiled with 
 piteous cheeriness and said, " Oh, yes, 1 11 see mother 
 
362 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 again." Years after, when he was an old man there at 
 the Vineyard, Tom Marchant said that Captain Magee 
 saved his life by his brave words, and by the rum with 
 which he filled his little boots. 
 
 And now another blow was struck at that doomed 
 crew. Within hail of the General Arnold lay a small 
 schooner frozen into the ice extending far out from the 
 beach, across which the icy seas were combing, and al 
 though she was too small and too feebly manned to do 
 anything for the assistance of the brigantine, she was a 
 harbor of refuge for as many of the wrecked crew as 
 could reach her. Thinking of this as he made his way 
 back to the quarter deck, the captain, casting an eye 
 upon the davits where swung no boats, for all had been 
 stove at the first, said to himself, " There is still the 
 yawl, and if I can keep order, most of those able to 
 move may still be saved." 
 
 But hardly were his shoulders above the companion- 
 way, when something was tossed into the air between 
 him and the skies, and with a gasp, that wellnigh had 
 been his last, for it filled his lungs with ice, the com 
 mander recognized the yawl, stolen in his absence by a 
 few wretches who heeded not how many were left to 
 die. To be sure, they flung back a promise that the boat 
 should be returned by some of the schooner s men, but 
 instead, it lay on the edge of the ice and stove in sight 
 of those who died for need of it, and yet are less to be 
 pitied than the deserters who lived and came ashore to 
 hear men s minds of their conduct. 
 
 The night passed for a few, but for the many it was 
 they who passed, let us hope from death to life, from 
 storm to calm, from conflict to eternal rest. 
 
 Sunday morning broke, and still the winds and the 
 
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 seas raged, even more fiercely than at the first, although 
 the snow had ceased, and the air was cleared enough to 
 let the survivors see the beach not a mile away, and 
 farther on the town where the captain with his glass 
 could make out men cutting away the boats near the 
 wharves, and others running such as were free across 
 the ice, and launching them in the churning flood of 
 water, snow, ice, and wreckage running furiously through 
 the channel. 
 
 Soon the men themselves, as the air cleared with the 
 breaking of the storm, could see the efforts made, and a 
 sudden hope, a wild excitement and hurry, took posses 
 sion of their half-crazed brains, so that they shouted 
 and danced and shook each other s hands, and stood 
 with foot and hand upraised ready to step upon the 
 rescuing boat, not yet within hail. But alas, and alas ! 
 the elements were still too mighty in their wrath to give 
 place to man, and strive as they might, the brave Plym 
 outh men were beaten back, and all but wrecked them 
 selves, and more than one tossed senseless upon the ice 
 from a shattered boat, so that at last, as night fell, they 
 sadly gave over their efforts and began a retreat. Then 
 indeed did despair fall upon those dying men, and as the 
 Plymouth boats turned back such a wail went up from 
 the doomed ship as those who lived to tell of it shud 
 dered in recalling, even when years had passed ; and 
 many a one, losing all hope, lost life as well, and fell 
 prone upon the deck. 
 
 The night passed, but even staunch Magee, strong 
 young fellow though he was, and brave and vigilant 
 commander to the last, could never recall how. All that 
 he remembered was fiercely shaking Tommy Marchant, 
 and forcing him to pace the deck, half asleep as they 
 both were, and more than half dead. 
 
364 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 But with Monday came a clear sky and a subsiding 
 sea and wind. By noon the Plymouth men were on 
 board, and not one among them ever dared fully de 
 scribe the sight. Seventy-two dead men and near thirty 
 dying ones confronted them, the dead frozen into all 
 imaginable attitudes : some erect and staring blankly out 
 of eyes filled with ice ; some clinging desperately to 
 ropes, or spars, or to the dead bodies beside them, their 
 ghastly faces turned toward the shore; some grinning 
 in fierce defiance of their pain ; some crouched, their 
 faces hidden upon their knees ; some fallen flat, with 
 arms desperately clutched upon some broken hope. 
 Even Magee in his own account says, " The scene was 
 one, the particulars of which would shock the least deli 
 cate humanity." 
 
 Of those who lived, most were insensible, and the 
 captain, wild of eye and stammering of speech, only 
 retained his senses by such a superhuman effort as 
 changed him from a very vigorous young man to stern 
 middle age. 
 
 And still in his arms he held the boy, close wrapped, 
 and now fast asleep. 
 
 " You d better wake little Marchant, gentlemen," 
 were the first words he spoke to the rescue crew, and 
 men say the ghastly smile upon his face was as awful as 
 any sight upon that quarter deck. 
 
 In boats on the ice, and then upon sledges hastily 
 nailed together, they brought them all ashore, the liv 
 ing to the houses hospitably thrown open upon every 
 hand, for when was Plymouth less than eager in 
 her hospitality ? and the dead to the Town Hall, at 
 the foot of Burying Hill, where all the doctors in the 
 town, and there were several in those days, had hastily 
 
A PITEOUS SIGHT. 365 
 
 assembled, and where it was found that many set apart 
 as dead still showed signs of life, and with cruel kind 
 ness were revived. 
 
 One poor fellow named Downs, from Barnstable, left 
 for dead, was seen to move an eyelash, and being laid 
 in a trough of ice water revived, but in such torture 
 that his shrieks were heard all through the village. 
 Even so the blood could not penetrate his feet, and both 
 were lost. But he lived to be an old man, and told his 
 story to children and children s children. 
 
 Tommy Marchant slept for two days, and woke up 
 very hungry but perfectly well, and not long after was 
 sent safely to his mother, who, though too good a Prot 
 estant to know the names of the Saints, canonized James 
 Magee. 
 
 The officers and those of the men who had friends to 
 claim them were placed in coffins for removal or sepa 
 rate sepulture, and never from the days of the Pilgrims 
 to to-day has so grewsome a sight been seen in Plym 
 outh as when those distorted bodies were anchored in 
 the Town Brook, floating there until the cold water 
 should straighten them for the grave. The others, some 
 sixty unknown men, were reverently laid together in a 
 great pit at the southwestern corner of Burying Hill, 
 and years after, some pitiful soul, not of their kith or 
 kin, raised a monument over them, beside which you 
 may stand and in the twilight of the sweet summer day 
 picture to yourself that long-past tragedy, until moving 
 to the eastern brow of the hill you look out upon the 
 silvery sparkle of White s Flat and the pretty dancing 
 ripples of the Cow Yard, and wonder once again at the 
 unsympathy of Nature. 
 
 Captain Magee, who lived some years and made sev 
 
366 DR. LEBARON AND nis DAUGHTERS. 
 
 eral voyages after this, but never was quite himself 
 again, became the guest of S uth ard Howland, and the 
 recipient of more attention and more delicate cates and 
 more questions than were welcome to his shattered sys 
 tem. One of these latter we may understand better than 
 he did. It was just at night on the second day of his 
 stay, the day before the Rev. Chandler Robbins and 
 Parson Hovey were to say the funeral service over the 
 dead. The captain was for the moment alone, when the 
 door softly opened to admit a figure so pallid, so slight, 
 so noiseless, that he almost thought it a ghost, until she 
 softly said : 
 
 " I am Mr. Rowland s sister, Captain Magee, and I 
 much wish to ask you a question. Did a man named 
 Ansel Ring sail among your ship s crew ? " 
 
 "I excuse me, madam, but I am easily startled in 
 these days. Ansel Ring? No, I remember no such 
 name, and although, of course, I could not know all my 
 crew so soon, I surely should have noted such a name 
 on the books. Do you think he was on board ? " 
 
 " Yes I know he was." 
 
 " Well, madam, the living are few enough to be easily 
 numbered, and the dead were all recovered, or nearly 
 all." 
 
 " I must search among that fearful company in the 
 Town Hall, then ? " 
 
 " No, no, it is no sight for you indeed, my dear 
 young lady, it is no sight for you." 
 
 " Thank you, sir, and good-night." 
 
 The next day, when the funeral services were held, 
 and Chandler Robbins looked, for the first time, upon 
 the forms and faces of those sixty unknown men, he 
 fainted in the extremity of his pity and dismay. All 
 
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 the men of the town were there, and a few women ; one, 
 deeply veiled and not recognized, looked with unflinch 
 ing eye upon a sight too terrible for the strong men, 
 and finally took her stand beside a form identified by no 
 eyes save those of hopeless love. 
 
 All was over, and in that great grave beneath the 
 kindly monument Ansel Ring rests in peace, himself 
 and his story alike forgotten, save in the books where 
 all things are recorded. 1 
 
 1 The " Magee Shipwreck" occurred exactly as here narrated, 
 and a monument erected to the memory of the seventy-two sea 
 men still marks the resting-place of sixty of their numbe* on 
 Burying Hill, Plymouth, Mass. 
 
CHAPTER XXXIX. 
 
 DEBORAH FIRES A SALUTE OF HONOR. 
 
 AGAIN the Fathers of Plymouth were assembled in 
 the Council Chamber at the Town Hall considering the 
 interests of their townsmen and of the Colony ; but now 
 they called themselves the Committee of Safety instead 
 of Selectmen, and now, more than formerly, the real 
 power of government was vested in the hands of a 
 body to which their constituents looked with confidence 
 for protection against not only the powerful enemy 
 menacing without, but the enemy within their own bor 
 ders, the men with whom they had grown up in friendly 
 intercourse and brotherly love, but who to-day stood 
 ready at the command of King George to meet them 
 hand to hand in deadly contest, and who sneered aloud 
 at all which the patriots held most sacred and most 
 dear. 
 
 Into the councils of this responsible body, as some 
 fifteen years before into those of the Selectmen, and as a 
 great many years before into those of the gods, pene 
 trated a woman so filled with the importance of her own 
 business as to easily set aside those masculine delibera 
 tions which, being slow and methodical, can be better 
 interrupted and taken up again than the intuitional 
 processes of feminine reason. Yes, I said reason. 
 
 As on that former occasion, James Warren filled the 
 Chair and guided the minds of his colleagues, although 
 
DEBORAH FIRES A SALUTE OF HONOR. 369 
 
 a younger man than the one of fifteen years before ; 
 for James Warren, husband of Penelope Winslow, 
 lay in peace upon Burying Hill beside his haughty 
 wife, and this was their son, Major-General James 
 Warren, Chief of the Massachusetts Militia, foremost 
 among the patriots of the Old Colony, and husband 
 of that Mercy Otis Warren whose History of the Rev 
 olution and correspondence with Adams have placed 
 her beside Se vigne and Stael and Roland. In many 
 respects, however, this James Warren strongly resem 
 bled his father, and in nothing more than in the court 
 esy, the gentlehood, and the simplicity of their mutual 
 manners. To him the intruder addressed herself, walk 
 ing calmly up to the table and standing erect beside it, 
 while he ceremoniously rose to receive the comely ma 
 tron, whose presence the spirit of the day taught him 
 to consider an unwelcome intrusion. 
 
 " Good-morrow to you, General Warren, and to you 
 all, gentlemen." 
 
 " Good-morrow to you, Mrs. Samson. Will you be 
 seated, and inform us " 
 
 " Nay, I ve no time for ceremony, and to inform 
 you of my errand is what I m here for. Captain Sam 
 son has been exchanged, and is on his way home in a 
 cartel out of Halifax. He wrote me so much from 
 Boston, where he is held a while for some formalities, 
 but will be down to-morrow, wind and weather permit- 
 ting." 
 
 " Thank you very much, Mrs. Samson, for your at 
 tention in bringing us this news, but we have already 
 received it by an official communication through the 
 post-office," replied Warren with a bow as of dismissal, 
 but Deborah held her ground. 
 
370 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " And what notice does the town plan to take of Cap> 
 tain Samson s return ? " asked she, quietly. 
 
 " Notice ? why really we shall all of course 
 pay our respects, madam, and yes we may, I think, 
 offer the captain a dinner, a banquet of welcome and 
 congratulation upon his gallant and noble services. Is 
 not that our mind, gentlemen ? " 
 
 Murmurs of assent rose from mouths more or less 
 sternly closed in reprobation of a woman s presence 
 among them, and William Watson quietly suggested : 
 
 " Perhaps it will be better to wait until Captain Sam 
 son is here, and make our arrangements with him. It 
 would be to my mind more seemly." 
 
 "And to mine," added Colonel Theophilus Cotton, 
 briefly. 
 
 " A moment, gentlemen. When once Captain Sam 
 son is at home he will take his place as master of his 
 own house and his own motions, and will accept or de 
 cline your dinners and your banquets as he chooses. 
 But my errand is to know in what fashion the town 
 means to welcome her naval commander and defender 
 so soon as he shall appear in her harbor. To my mind, 
 a salute of twelve guns from the battery on Cole s Hill, 
 and the ringing of the bells and flying of the flags for 
 an hour, were a very pretty attention, although not 
 enough. If the militia were to turn out, or at the least 
 Captain Hammatt s company, with the band, and escort 
 him up to his house, it would be better. But what is 
 your own plan, gentlemen ? " 
 
 The members of the Committee looked at each other 
 with the puzzled and appealing gaze common to men 
 who find themselves suddenly cornered bv woman s il 
 logical but irresistible deductions from premises they 
 
DEBORAH FIRES A SALUTE OF HONOR. 371 
 
 have not yet got round to considering after their own 
 methods, and Warren, looking far more foolish than 
 he ever did in face of the British, replied truthfully 
 but helplessly, 
 
 " We had not thought of it, Mrs. Samson, and I 
 I don t know we have no precedent you know, 
 madam, that we honor and value Captain Samson quite 
 as much as you can " But an irrepressible smile upon 
 the faces of some of his colleagues suggesting to the 
 Chairman that the Committee of Safety could hardly 
 claim the devotion of a wife to Captain Samson, he hes 
 itated, cleared his throat, and finally with an appealing 
 look around him remarked : " I suppose we had better 
 concert some action such as such as is suggested, had 
 we not, gentlemen ? " 
 
 " We probably should have, without interference," 
 replied Watson severely, if mendaciously, and the rest 
 assented more or less positively. Deborah s bright 
 dark eyes rested attentively upon each face, and a 
 somewhat triumphant smile just passed across a mouth 
 a trifle too resolute for feminine beauty, but full of 
 promise should the need for decisive action come. 
 
 " I 11 leave you then, sirs, to your deliberations, ask 
 ing pardon that I should have interrupted them, since 
 you were already minded to do as I wish ; but should 
 your deputies forget or neglect to obey your commands 
 in this matter of the salute, I live close beside the bat 
 tery, and will with my own hands fire off the guns, 
 yes, and find the powder and load them, too, if need be. 
 You won t forget about the flags, General Warren, and 
 the joy-bells ? " 
 
 " We will arrange everything, madam, in the man 
 ner most fitting to do honor to your noble husband. * 
 
372 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 "And to yourselves, gentlemen. Good-morning to 
 you all." 
 
 And so it came about that when the privateer 
 schooner Wasp sailed into Plymouth Harbor, bringing 
 Simeon Samson and the clock he had carved at Fort 
 Cumberland, the battery on Cole s Hill was manned, and 
 among the rest two old guns from the Fort upon Bury 
 ing Hill, which Myles Standish had fired many a time 
 and oft, and loved as his own children, roared out their 
 hoarse note of welcome to the great-grandson of the 
 veteran as he came home in honor, wearing the sword 
 that Dawson had refused to receive, and with his tat 
 tered ensign waving above his head ; for England, who 
 loves a brave and audacious man even as did her maiden 
 queen, had treated her foeman in this case as might 
 Sydney, or any other paladin of chivalry, and sent him 
 home with no sign of defeat. 
 
 Answering to the war-worn ensign a gorgeous banner 
 flew to the top of the staff cresting the house on Middle 
 Street, and Samson, who had fixed his expectant glass 
 upon that roof, cleared his throat as it floated joyously 
 out and muttered : " God bless you, Deb ! " 
 
 But it was all too much for Myles s guns. Old folks 
 do not bear much excitement, or strong emotion, and 
 before the last salute they both had burst their hearts, 
 and never spoke again. 
 
CHAPTER XL. 
 
 MADAM WINSLOW S ARMCHAIR. 
 
 SUCCESSFUL endeavor, as we all know, brings the 
 opportunity for fresh exertion, and Captain Simeon 
 Samson had hardly eaten the dinner and modestly 
 returned thanks for the ovation proffered him by his 
 townsmen, when he received his appointment to the 
 brig Hazard, and soon after to the Mercury, a ship 
 built for Congress by Mr. John Peck, grandson of that 
 widow Jackson who lived in the Spooner house on 
 North Street, and kept in it a chocolate shop of lasting 
 fame. Mr. Peck s shipyard was at the foot of Leyden 
 Street, and is now covered by a garden. 
 
 Finally, to Deborah s huge satisfaction, her husband 
 took command of the Mars, the Colony s most impor 
 tant war-vessel, and in it not only carried dispatches 
 and envoys to Holland and France, but captured some 
 important prizes, among others the British flag-ship 
 Trial. 
 
 The very last time that he sailed out of Plymouth 
 as commandant of a war-ship, he met with one of those 
 curious coincidences which help to buttress the truism 
 that truth is stranger than fiction. 
 
 Languidly fanned outside the Gurnet by a dying 
 breeze, the Mars found herself within hail of a schooner 
 laden to the water s edge, and carrying a very singular 
 appendage over her stern board in the shape of a huge 
 
374 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 square package carefully enveloped in oilcloth. The 
 stately figure of a gentleman dressed in the elaborate 
 style of the day stood motionless upon the tiny quarter 
 deck, while sailors, black servants, livestock, and many 
 crates, boxes, and barrels sunk the schooner almost level 
 with the water. 
 
 " The late Collector s craft, is n t it, Dyer ? " asked 
 the captain in a low voice of his first lieutenant, as they 
 stood at the head of the companion-way. 
 
 " Yes, Captain. He s bound off for good. Got a per 
 mit from the Provincial Government to remove to New 
 York, where they say Governor Clinton has given him 
 a position worth 200 a year, with fuel and rations." 
 
 "Yes, I heard it. I would have delayed a tide 
 rather than run foul of him, feeling as he must feel to 
 day. A Winslow running away from Plymouth Rock 
 because he can t breathe the air of Liberty is but a 
 sorry sight." 
 
 " Most as bad as a Standish turning timid," said 
 Dyer, not unwilling to flatter his commander. 
 
 " That s a sight never seen yet, call it Standish or 
 Samson," replied Samson, with the simplicity of ac 
 knowledged heroism. " But what is that the schooner 
 carries astern, like the bag of a honey-bee ? " 
 
 " Something of the same nature, Captain," replied 
 Dyer, laughing grimly, " for it s the provision for a 
 rainy day. It s one of those great square stuffed arm 
 chairs women love to cover in white dimity and set in 
 the spare bedroom, and Madam Winslow thought it 
 would be a tidy place to store away her silver teapot 
 and such like matters, so she ripped off the cover, pulled 
 out the horsehair, and stuffed the back and sides with 
 pretty much all the silverware and trinkets that they ve 
 
MADAM WINSLOW S ARMCHAIR. 375 
 
 kept through all their troubles. To be sure they Ve a 
 safe-conduct, but I suppose she fancied the privateers 
 might not respect it, so " 
 
 " And did she take you into her confidence, lieu 
 tenant, or how did you pick up this wonderful story ? " 
 
 " It all came out through Betty Kempton, who has 
 for years done Madam Winslow s extra sewing and 
 odd jobs, and so being called upon to help re-stuff and 
 re-cover the armchair, she knew all about it. She swore 
 by all that s holy not to tell the secret, but you know 
 what a woman s tongue is, Captain, and she did n t sleep 
 till she d sworn three others to secrecy, and one of 
 them told it to me, advising that we should capture the 
 armchair and divide the booty." 
 
 " That woman ought to have been towed out of port 
 astern of the stern-load," remarked the captain. u Do 
 you remember, Dyer, that it was on the first day of our 
 first cruise in the Independence we spoke this same 
 craft ? The old wives would say t is an omen this will 
 be our last cruise." 
 
 And the captain laughed scornfully, and yet with a 
 latent thrill of that superstition somehow engendered by 
 the sea. 
 
 "I wish she had got away instead of lying by to 
 cross our course," replied Dyer, in the same tone. 
 " Shall I hail ? " 
 
 " Yes, hail no, give me the trumpet. I want to 
 show all the consideration we can to the old man." 
 
 " Ahoy ! What schooner is that ? " 
 
 " The King s Own, bound for His Majesty s loyal 
 town of New York. If you are a naval commander 
 belonging to any honorable nation, I warn you that 
 Plymouth, the port we have just left, is filled with a 
 
376 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 swarm of cowardly rebels to King George of England, 
 whose company loyal citizens must escape, although they 
 leave all behind them." 
 
 * This is the ship-of-war Mars, belonging to the Pro 
 vincial Government, and is bound to protect all loyal 
 citizens, especially if they sail under safe-conduct from 
 the sovereigns of this country. A good voyage to you, 
 sir, and a safe arrival." 
 
 And with a wind that caught her lofty royals, but 
 refused to notice the schooner s lowlier canvas, the 
 stately ship swept on, carrying Simeon Samson and 
 Dyer upon their last cruise. 
 
 " Eight bells, sir." 
 
 " Make it so, and pipe the men to dinner." 
 
 Eight bells it was in Kingston woods that day, when 
 Mary Clark, wife of Beniah, and mistress of his little 
 farm, his rude cabin, and his horde of tow-headed chil 
 dren, glanced at the noon mark upon the floor, and seiz 
 ing a tin horn went to the door to summon her family 
 to dinner. But with the horn half way to her lips she 
 paused, staring in amazement at a figure resting against 
 one of the first trees in the wood-road leading from the 
 cabin to the highway. It was that of a tall and slight 
 young man, apparently very much fatigued, and yet 
 irresolute as to pausing. A stranger of any sort was 
 a rare and refreshing sight to Mary s eyes, but this 
 stranger was also young, good-looking, weary, and de 
 pressed, and the heart of the woman went out to him 
 so genially that, dropping the hand holding the horn, 
 she stepped down upon the turf, and moving slowly to 
 ward him smiled graciously, saying, 
 
 " Good-day, young man. Was you a-coining to our 
 house?" 
 
MADAM WIN SLOWS ARMCHAIR. 377 
 
 Thus invited, the stranger approached, critically ex 
 amining the speaker out of a pair of keen hazel eyes, 
 but seeing nothing more alarming than a gaunt, yellow, 
 middle-aged woman, with hay-colored hair done up in 
 a tight knot, and a smiling toothless mouth, he removed 
 the cap from his curly brown locks, and bowing politely, 
 said : 
 
 " Good-morning, madam ! I am on my way to Plym 
 outh, and have missed my way in the woods. Can 
 you tell me how to strike the highway from here ? " 
 
 " Plymouth ! Why, I don t seem to remember see 
 ing you down to Plymouth. Do your folks live there ? " 
 
 " No I m going to engage as a sailor." 
 
 " You don t say ! Why you don t look very rugged 
 young man, and I m most afraid it 11 be too much for 
 you. Was your folks willing to let you go ? " 
 
 " They don t know it yet. I am going to write a& 
 soon as I know where I shall be. I am going to ship 
 aboard the Mars, Captain Simeon Samson s new ship." 
 
 " Well, now, you don t say ! I declare for t, I m 
 fraid you won t stand it " 
 
 " Will you please tell me the road to Plymouth ? " 
 
 " Good land, you can t go no further before dinner. 
 There, I most forgot the vittles is cooling on the table." 
 
 And raising the horn, Mrs. Clark blew a peal loud 
 and long, resulting almost immediately in a descent 
 from all directions of the tow-headed children, and 
 among them a slow and lumbering man, whom the host 
 ess called " he," and who welcomed the stranger with 
 that slow and grave hospitality habitual to men living 
 much apart from their kind. 
 
 " There, set up and eat, set up, Mr. what name 
 shall I call you ? " 
 
378 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " My name is Robert, Robert Shurtliffe, madam." 
 
 " Shurtliffe well, there was Shurtliffes over Mid- 
 dleboro way Jim, you keep your spoon out o the 
 vittles till your pa and the stranger s got some. Sail 
 right in, Robert, and get your share." 
 
 So adjured, the stranger, drawing his stool close to 
 the table, took one of the horn spoons laid ready, and 
 joined without ceremony in the attack upon a mountain 
 of string beans, interspersed with bits of salt pork cut 
 into mouthfuls, and forming the dainty bits of the feast. 
 Beans and pork were heaped in a large wooden bowl, 
 set in the middle of the table, and neither plates, knives, 
 forks, nor other conveniences of the table were visi 
 ble. A stone pitcher of cider with a pewter mug stood 
 at one end of the table, and a wooden trencher with 
 some pieces of rye-and-indian bread at the other ; and 
 such as it was, the meal was a feast, for string beans 
 were not always to be had, and dried ones were no 
 rarity. 
 
 Robert Shurtliffe, however, had often eaten as rude a 
 meal, for this was the ordinary style of dining among the 
 poorer classes of his day, especially in rural districts, and 
 as he was very hungry, he secured his share of the beans 
 and the bits of pork which, but for their mother s vigi 
 lance, would all have been gobbled by the children, and 
 finishing with a hunch of the brown bread and a good 
 draught of cider, declared himself so refreshed as to be 
 again ready for the road. 
 
 " Well, now, you hold on a minute, Bob," exclaimed 
 the hostess, as this resolution was declared. " Father, 
 be you going to use the horse this afternoon ? You 
 know I was talking some of going down to trade my 
 yarn for sugar and stuff, and I d jest as lief take this 
 
MADAM WINSLOW S ARMCHAIR. 379 
 
 feller along, and Johnny, he can trot down afoot, and 
 come home with me." 
 
 " Dunno bout lettin you go off with such a smart 
 young chap all alone," replied the husband, with a slow 
 grin of rustic humor. "He might steal you and the 
 horse too, and I should miss the horse consid able ! " 
 
 When was a woman too gaunt, too labor-worn, or too 
 toothless to refuse an implied confession of her power 
 over the other sex ? And Mrs. Clark washed herself with 
 soft soap, combed and flattened her sparse hay-colored 
 hair, and donned her linseywoolsey gown, her buckled 
 shoes, and her green silk calash, with a happy simper 
 upon her toothless mouth that went far to revive its origi 
 nal comeliness. 
 
 Dobbin, astonished at some vague attempt to cleanse 
 and smooth his ragged pelt, was brought to the door, a 
 pillion attached to the back of the saddle, and with the 
 happy simper expanded to a blithesome grin, Mary Clark 
 was swung to her seat by her husband s stalwart arm, 
 and immediately folded her own around the waist of the 
 gallant young cavalier already in the saddle. 
 
 " There, don t hug the fellow too hard, old woman ! " 
 exclaimed the farmer, with a hoarse laugh and a sugges 
 tive smack upon Dobbin s flank that left its impress in 
 dust upon that worthy animal s hair, and induced him 
 to move stiffly toward the road, where he presently was 
 urged into a heart-breaking trot, not so rapid but that 
 Johnny easily kept up with him, the boy s little brown 
 feet patting luxuriously along in the soft dust, in gentle 
 harmony with the thud of Dobbin s heavy hoofs. 
 
 " Want to go to Cap n Samson s, do ye ? " asked the 
 modern Dejanira as her cavalier made known his des 
 tination. "Well, that s right down King Street, that 
 
380 DR. LaBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 they re trying to remember to call Middle Street since 
 we re off with the king and the tea-tax. There, right 
 down North Street here, and round Cole s Hill ; the 
 Cap n lives last house on Middle Street, to rst the hill, 
 where he can glimp the harbor as often as he s a mind 
 ter. There, here we be, and that s the house, and 
 that s Mrs. Samson up a-top the ruff, a-haulin down 
 her flag. Well, Bob, I m real glad to have met you, 
 and I ve enjoyed my ride firstrate. Good-by, and 
 thank you kindly for your company, and I 11 not forget 
 you in a hurry. Jump up, Johnny." 
 
 " And, Johnny, here s a sixpence for you to buy some 
 nuts or figs, if you like ; and, Mrs. Clark, will you take 
 this ribbon that I chanced to have in my pocket, and 
 make a breastknot of it to wear in memory of the poor 
 sailor lad you treated so kindly, and who won t forget 
 you ? No, no, no thanks. Good-by, madam, good-by." 
 
CHAPTER XLI. 
 
 A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 
 
 THE house door stood wide open, as house doors in 
 Plymouth always did in the good old times, and Robert 
 Shurtliffe, wishing to escape from the somewhat effusive 
 thanks of his late hostess, walked in somewhat hurriedly, 
 and gravitating by instinct toward the kitchen, entered, 
 looked about, and attracted by the open window, crossed 
 toward it, and stood looking out at the glowing flower 
 beds, until a quick yet decided footstep came hurriedly 
 down the stairs, only divided by a bulk-head from the 
 kitchen, and Deborah Samson paused upon the lowest 
 step to stare in astonishment at the tall stripling, who in 
 some confusion turned and bowed. 
 
 " Why, who is this ! " exclaimed she, slowly stepping 
 off the stair. 
 
 " I have come to see Captain Samson, madam. You 
 are no doubt his wife." 
 
 " Yes, and I have but now lost sight of the topsail of 
 the Mars, as she took my husband out to sea." 
 
 " Sailed ! Has the captain sailed ? " 
 
 " He has, young man ; sailed just before noon to-day." 
 
 " Oh, the luck of it, the luck of it ! " And the young 
 fellow strode up and down the room, clenching his fists 
 and grinding his teeth, but not swearing. 
 
 " Why are you so put about ? What was your busi 
 ness with Captain Samson?" demanded Deborah, in 
 astonishment. 
 
382 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Why, I ve traveled fifty mile to sail with him. I m 
 bound to fight the British, and of all commanders that 
 step I d rather sail and fight under Samson than any 
 other." 
 
 " And you re right, my lad, if hard knocks are what 
 you re looking for. There s fighting to be had by 
 those who sail under Simeon Samson s flag," replied the 
 wife, proudly, and then she added in a gentler tone : 
 " Indeed, I m sorry for you, young man, for you ve 
 missed a rare chance. The Mars is the Colony s best 
 ship and Samson s not its worst commandant, so you 11 
 hardly find another voyage to your mind after losing 
 that. Do you come from far ? " 
 
 " Bridgewater way," replied the youth, briefly. " I 
 suppose my best plan now will be to get a passage up to 
 Boston, and ship from there." 
 
 " Why, yes, I suppose so, but for to-night you d better 
 stop here. I won t say in my house, because of the 
 speech o people, and Plymouth women s tongues are 
 hung in the middle, so that both ends can wag ; but 
 S uth ard Rowland will put you up for nothing if you re 
 a soldier or a sailor on the right side, and I 11 give you 
 your supper and breakfast, or, if you like it better, I 11 
 take you along with me to a supper and a sing and 
 maybe a dance over T other Side. They Ve had a 
 quilting bee this afternoon and I was to go, but so long 
 as the sky-scraper of the Mars was above the horizon, 
 my flag and I held our post a-top of the house. But 
 now he s gone, and I feel more than a bit lonesome, I 
 thought I d step over, I love to hear the folks talk 
 about the cap n, and that s a fact." 
 
 A flush of pride overspread the comely face of the 
 captain s wife, and the guest impulsively cried : 
 
A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 383 
 
 " To belong to such a man as that is better than to be 
 a man yourself." 
 
 " I don t believe a man ever thought that way be 
 fore," replied Deborah, laughing a little shamefacedly. 
 " Well, will you take up with my offer, and what 
 name may I call you, young man ? " 
 
 "Robert Shurtliffe, at your service, madam, and I 
 shall be very thankful to go with you to the dance, for 
 I love it amazingly." 
 
 " Oh, the dance well, I was not laying out to stop 
 for that. Now my husband s gone, it behooves me to 
 be more than prudent, and truth to tell, when your 
 heart s away your feet are shod with lead. But I ad 
 mire to hear em sing over there ; they reel off those 
 old fuguing tunes as easy as I d reel off a skein of yarn. 
 There s Jesse Churchill, and Andrew Crosswell, and 
 Sam Sherman, and Billy Bartlett, that lead the sing 
 ing in meeting since we ve concluded t ain t wicked to 
 praise the Lord in tune, stead o braying at Him like 
 dumb cattle or jackasses, and then there s a lot o the 
 folks come in on a chorus ; and I do feel as if it would 
 be sort of comforting to me to-night to hear how 
 
 On cherub and on cherubim, 
 
 Full royally He rode ; 
 And on the wings of mighty winds 
 Came flying all abroad. 
 
 It s good hearing for a sailor s wife that there s One 
 in the winds that can furl em as easy as a good crew 
 can furl a tops l in fair weather." 
 
 " Yes," replied the visitor, softly, so softly that Debo 
 rah looked keenly at him, and said : 
 
 " You ve a tender heart as yet, my lad, and you 11 be 
 none the worse a sailor or a fighter for it. My Sim s 
 
384 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 as tender as a woman when he s o mind to be. But 
 there what did you call your name ? " 
 
 " Robert Shurtliffe, mistress." 
 
 " Why it seems as if I d heard that name 
 Robert Shurtliffe, Shurtliffe, Shurtliffe ? Yes, I Ve 
 heard it sure." 
 
 " T is a common name enough in some parts of the 
 country. May I wash and brush some of this dust 
 away before we go to the da the sing ? " 
 
 " Yes, indeed. Step right out in the back kitchen. 
 Here s water and soap, and there s a bunch o broom for 
 your clothes, and you can button the door if you ve a 
 mind, though there s nobody in the house but me, for 
 the children are all away till bedtime. I could n t bear 
 having them under foot while I was seeing their father 
 off, so he kissed em good-by as soon as the breakfast 
 dishes were done up, and then Lydia, that s my oldest 
 girl, took little Patty and went over to the Goodwins to 
 spend the day, Lydia s a good girl and I shall miss 
 her terribly when she marries Billy Goodwin, and I sup 
 pose it will be before her father comes home, and 
 Deb and the boys went over to Ponds to spend the 
 day and night with Dominicus Hovey s young folks, son 
 of old Parson Hovey that you may have heard of ; 
 but there, go and have your wash, and I 11 step into the 
 bedroom and get ready. Strange how that name, Rob 
 ert Shurtliffe, runs in my brain." 
 
 The guest smiled but said nothing, and a little later 
 hostess and guest set forth upon their long walk, Mrs. 
 Samson latching the house door as she came out, with 
 the remark, 
 
 " Seems kind of unfriendly to shut the door, but dogs 
 and cats will stray in if I leave it open. Lyddy 11 be 
 
A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 385 
 
 along pretty soon to put Patty to bed, and I think like 
 enough Billy 11 come along to keep her company till I 
 get home." 
 
 " Is Billy Goodwin grandson of the old French doc 
 tor ? I heard that his daughter married a Goodwin," 
 said Shurtliffe. 
 
 " Well, the ( French doctor was the old original Dr. 
 LeBaron, dead and gone these many years. He had a 
 son, Dr. Lazarus LeBaron, that is the one you mean, I 
 guess, and he had a daughter, Lyddy, who married Nat 
 Goodwin, and Billy is their son, and grandson of Dr. 
 Lazarus, you see." 
 
 " Dr. Lazarus and one of his daughters, but not that 
 one, used to come over to Plympton to see some folks 
 I knew when I was a little boy," said Shurtliffe, and 
 his hostess eyed him attentively by the failing summer 
 twilight as she asked : 
 
 " Folks by the name of Shurtliffe ? " 
 
 " No, it was why, now I think of it, t was the same 
 name as yours, the name of Samson." 
 
 " Yes, the widow of Jonathan Samson," replied Deb 
 orah, quietly. " They were cousins of my husband, and 
 I know all about them. Jonathan was wronged out of 
 the property left him by his father, but while he was 
 away his sister s husband got hold of it and never let it 
 go again. So Jonathan ran away from his troubles, 
 and his wife broke down under them, and had to put 
 her children out. There were two boys and a girl, but 
 what were their names now ? Seems to me the girl was 
 named Deborah, like me " 
 
 " The Samsons have never been a very lucky family," 
 interrupted Robert Shurtliffe, rather abruptly. " Did 
 you ever hear of uncle Jedediah, that is he d be your 
 
386 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 husband s uncle Jedediah, who had a farm that come to 
 him from his own father, and was living on it there in 
 Plyrnpton, when along came Consider Howland, and 
 said that land was entailed on him by his fatheij 
 Thomas Howland, and the law was with him and he 
 took it, leaving poor uncle Jed homeless ? " 
 
 "Yes, the Rowlands love land, and don t love to let 
 go of it. You seem to take a good deal of interest in 
 the Samsons, young man." 
 
 " Well, yes, I knew them pretty well. I guess that s 
 the house we re going to, is n t it ? " 
 
 " Yes, looks like they had a good many folks there 
 already, but I imagine there 11 be room for us. Come 
 in this way. Here s Mrs. Churchill, now." 
 
 " Well, there, Deborah, I m dreadful glad to see you. 
 We began to be afraid you wa n t coming ; and this is a 
 friend of yours ? " 
 
 " Yes, a cousin of ours come to sail with the captain, 
 but got here a little too late/ replied Deborah with a 
 keen side-glance. "Robert Shurtliffe, he calls himself, 
 and, Robert, this is Mrs. Churchill." 
 
 " Very glad to see you, sir, and much obliged to Mrs. 
 Samson for bringing you. There 11 be some dancing 
 after a while, and the girls will be pleased enough to 
 have such a fine new beau." 
 
 " I will do my best to foot a reel or so, madam, 
 though I m afraid a poor country bumpkin like me will 
 cut a poor figger among such genteel young ladies as I 
 see here." 
 
 Now beau, and * figger, and genteel, were touches 
 of elegant verbiage in those days, and this little colloquy 
 partook of " Shakespeare and the musical glasses," quite 
 as much as an esthetic discourse upon hypnotism or 
 Browning would to-day. 
 
A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 387 
 
 " Come out and have some supper first of all," pur 
 sued the hostess, her jolly sides shaking with comfort 
 able laughter. " They re just setting down, and you 
 shall have a place next the prettiest girl in the room, 
 Mr. Bumpkin, as you call yourself." 
 
 And with a little elbowing, a little joking, and an 
 illustration of the sporting maxim that " weight tells," 
 Mrs. Churchill made a passage through the merry 
 crowd, and ushered her guests into a delightful kitchen 
 extending across the whole rear of the farmhouse, its 
 eastern side pierced with four wide and low casements, 
 opening upon the sea and Manomet, and its western, 
 with two huge cavernous stone fireplaces, each provided 
 with a " mantle-tr e " full of candlesticks and such mat 
 ters, with a brick oven, and with full sets of andirons, 
 fire-irons, cranes, pot-hooks and trammels, benches within 
 the fireplace, and great oaken settles beside them. At 
 either end of the hall-like room rose a great dresser, its 
 shelves glittering with pewter and delf ; and two doors 
 opened into two pantries replete with dainties. 
 
 Time had been, in the bygone days, when a partition 
 dividing the two fireplaces and the four casements had 
 secured a separate domain to each of the wives of two 
 brothers then owning the house ; but now, brothers and 
 wives had every one obtained a still more personal and 
 secluded dwelling place, and the heirs, becoming one 
 family, had thrown down the partition and secured to 
 themselves an ideal kitchen for such an occasion as the 
 present. 
 
 An improvised table running down the centre of the 
 room creaked and groaned dismally beneath the weight 
 of such a feast as the weaklings of to-day could neither 
 provide nor consume, many of whose dishes are now 
 
388 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 obsolete, and many more only to be thought of with a 
 dyspeptic shudder, as for instance the two little roast 
 pigs couchant in two big pewter platters at either end 
 of the table, the one with an ear of corn in his mouth, 
 the other with a big red apple. Between these were a 
 mighty home-cured ham, a mountain of brawn, a pig s- 
 head cheese, composed of the gelatinous portions of the 
 pork, chopped fine, seasoned highly with spices and 
 herbs, and then hardened in a shape of quivering jelly, 
 ornamented with thin rings of beets and carrots, orange 
 peel, and sprigs of parsley. Besides these adaptations 
 of "the friend of man," there was a round of beef 
 a-la-mode, and a pair of those tongues which our ances 
 tors never failed to remind their guests " never told a 
 lie ; " then there were platters of hot " simballs," pies 
 like the daisies in a June meadow, a stalwart cheese, 
 short-cakes, buttered toast, and lighter matters without 
 count. Around this abundant board the guests were 
 seated in relays, the older and more honorable having 
 the first places, and among these Mrs. Samson soon 
 found a chair, while the hostess, leading her younger 
 guest to a group of merry girls, plucked the prettiest 
 by the sleeve, saying : 
 
 " Here, Hetty, this is a young gentleman who is going 
 to fight the British for us Mr. Robert Shurtliffe, a 
 cousin of Captain Samson s. Make much of him, and 
 see that he gets some supper. My daughter Hetty, Mr. 
 Shurtliffe." 
 
 Thus launched, we may be sure that our handsome 
 recruit responded to the challenge, and made himself 
 amazingly popular with the girls, while the young men 
 soon regarded him with scowling envy. 
 
 The last detachment of the young people was still 
 
A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 389 
 
 at supper, when from the " fore-room " arose the wail 
 of a violin, the guttural complaint of a bass-viol, and 
 the sharp remonstrance of a pitch-pipe, to which, after 
 many efforts, the stringed instruments adapted them 
 selves, and the whole sounded a chord of satisfied har 
 mony. 
 
 " Parson Robbins has come, and had his supper, and 
 now the sing is beginning, Robert Shurtliffe," announced 
 pretty Hetty to her guest. " Had you rather go in and 
 listen, or stay here, and when we ve cleared away the 
 tables play Forfeits, and Pope Joan, and Ring-around-a- 
 Rosy, and may be Kiss-in-the-Ring ? " 
 
 "I d rather play Kiss-in-the-Ring with you, Miss 
 Hetty, than do anything else I can think of," replied 
 the sailor, and black-eyed Sally Dunham exclaimed : 
 
 " There, you ve got your answer now, Hetty, and I 
 hope you re satisfied." 
 
 u You re not satisfied because he did n t say you," 
 cried Sally s brother, with a loud guffaw, and, thus art 
 lessly expressing the very same passions and sentiments 
 which are more or less artfully concealed in the politest 
 circles of to-day, those young people enjoyed themselves 
 mightily, and felt that the world and its history began 
 and ended in their own experience. 
 
 Deborah Samson, ensconced in the darkest corner of 
 the fore-room, and almost hidden by the portly figure 
 of Mrs. Betsey Crombie in a big armchair, allowed her 
 self the rare indulgence of self-surrender to emotion, 
 and closing her eyes pictured a great vessel plunging 
 on through the darkness into unknown spaces, the hiss 
 ing brine thrown into angry furrows by her sharp 
 prow, and a foaming wake stretching behind, back, 
 back even to Plymouth Harbor, a bridge whereon true 
 
390 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 hearts might send messages of faithful love across 
 leagues of silent sea. The pungent smell of the mak 
 ing tide came floating in at the open windows, and the 
 sound of the surf upon " the back o the beach " smote 
 in grand diapason through the stringed harmony of the 
 instruments. Deborah closed her eyes, and from be 
 neath the lids great tears welled out, and ran unheeded 
 down her cheeks. Not three such hours came to that 
 long life of activity, struggle, and aggressive warfare, 
 but when they came, they made an impression beneath 
 which Laura Matilda, weeping daily over her rose-water 
 novel, would be crushed into nothingness. 
 
 " Oh, shepherds, have you seen 
 
 My Flo-oh-ra pah-ah-as this way ? " 
 
 inquired the choristers in mellow and well-tuned voices 
 of the audience, and then the summons to follow the 
 
 " Merrymerrymerry mer-er-ery horn " 
 
 was sounded loud and long, and then came a new song 
 of Dibdin s, with a chorus to which the parson did not 
 disdain to add his own harmonious and well-trained 
 voice. And then, breaking upon the sweet reverie of 
 the sailor s wife, came a grand burst of concerted mel 
 ody, the fugue for which she had made petition of Jesse 
 Churchill before hiding herself. 
 
 " The Lord descended from above " 
 
 chanted the four men s voices in perfect harmony ; and 
 then the sweet tenor alone told how 
 " On cherub and on cherubim, 
 
 On cher-r-rub and on cher-r-rubim, 
 Full royaUy He rode ;" 
 
 and then the basso declared 
 
 * And on the wings of mighty winds 
 Came flying fly-igh-ing aUb abroad." 
 
A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 391 
 
 And now came in the fugue, where every part caught up 
 the melody, toyed with it, flung it to another, chased 
 each the other like lambs at play, insisted each upon its 
 own independence, yet in the end embraced each other 
 in loving accord and finished with a grand burst of con 
 certed harmony that rolled out triumphantly to crown 
 old ocean s Benedicite omnia opera Domini, and the 
 night wind, and the soft breath of flowers, and the 
 song of the stars in their courses, that Music of the 
 Spheres, which Stanleys of the world of science tell us 
 undoubtedly surrounds us, but which our senses are 
 too limited to apprehend. 
 
 So glorious and stirring were the last notes that Deb 
 orah roused herself, and peeping out from behind hei 
 screen printed upon her memory a picture that always 
 recurred with the deeper sentiments of the scene. The 
 musicians were grouped in a corner, the violin standing 
 and reading his music from a desk, while the bass viol, 
 crouched behind him, appeared like a familiar spirit, in 
 spiring the basis of the melody by unseen means. A 
 group of candles upon a little shelf flickered and gut 
 tered in the night wind, and cast their fitful light upon 
 the silvery heads of two old men seated close together 
 and holding between them one of those short wide vol 
 umes of sacred melody, then newly in fashion and now 
 nearly forgotten. They were called psalm-books rather 
 than hymnals, because it was still considered profane to 
 sing other than the sacred songs of David and the other 
 psalmists in divine worship, and it was only after years 
 of struggle that Parson Bobbins, himself a musician, had 
 persuaded his people to u condescend " either to Watts, 
 or Tate and Brady, which collection the parson himself 
 liked best. 
 
892 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 The other and younger choristers stood, each keeping 
 a corner of his eye upon Churchill, who, pitch-pipe in 
 hand, beat time, occasionally ringing the resonant steel 
 against the edge of the music-desk. In front of this 
 group, in the chair of state, sat Parson Robbins, comely 
 and stately, dressed in a new suit of clerical black, a vo 
 luminous neckerchief of finest linen cambric, and a full- 
 bottomed wig, whose powdered curls well set off his fresh 
 color, handsome mouth, and mellow dark eyes. He too 
 beat time, but only with one shapely finger of a remark 
 ably well-kept hand, which fell quite noiselessly upon 
 the silken-hosed and well-turned leg crossed above the 
 other. 
 
 " Good, good ! " cried he, as the last notes floated 
 out of the window, and the thrill of silenced strings 
 vibrated faintly for an instant, then attenuated into 
 silence. " I could find it in my heart to wish such a 
 glorious psalm of praise might so be sung in meeting 
 on the Lord s Day, but perhaps it would savor too much 
 of carnal enjoyment." 
 
 " I don t know about that, Parson," boldly replied 
 Jesse Churchill, called by his friends Apostle Jesse, be 
 cause he never doubted his own ability to preach and 
 to exhort, to admonish and to upbraid, qualities valu 
 able in their place, but so ill placed in this instance that 
 some years later it became the parson s painful duty to 
 excommunicate Apostle Jesse, and declare him anathema 
 maranatha in the most approved fashion. 
 
 In the present instance, dreading perhaps one of the 
 discussions wherein the apostle delighted, and which his 
 pastor abhorred, the latter, blandly and vaguely smiling, 
 interrupted its preamble with 
 
 " Oh, Brother Churchill, have you yet practiced that 
 
A QUILTING BEE AND A SING. 393 
 
 noble anthem of Mr. Handel s of which I spoke to 
 you ? " 
 
 " Yes, Parson, we propose to try it now. We have 
 studied it considerable and, I think, can do it good jus 
 tice," replied Churchill, the ambition of the musician 
 conquering that of the orator. And so " the sing " went 
 on, until the parson, rising, gave the signal for the with 
 drawal of the older and professing " portion of the 
 company, while from the great kitchen arose the joyous 
 squeak of Dauphin s and Prince s fiddles, hitherto re 
 strained in deference to the more dignified music of the 
 fore-room. 
 
 " Don t carry off your cousin, Deborah," said the hos 
 tess as the latter made her adieux. " He s just begin 
 ning his good time , and we were young once ourselves. 
 They 11 keep it up till daylight, and then some of the 
 boys will show him the way to your house, unless he 11 
 stop to breakfast." 
 
 " That 11 suit him, no doubt," replied Deborah, with a 
 rather weary smile, " and I 11 go home with the How- 
 lands and Hammatts. Good-night ; I m real glad I 
 came, for I ve had a beautiful time." 
 
 And the protestation was more sincere than is some* 
 times made on similar occasions. 
 
CHAPTER XLIL 
 
 ROBERT SHURTLIFFE. 
 
 EARLY the next morning, but yet not so early that 
 Deborah Samson had not etched a good many little 
 marks into her life s work, Robert Shurtliffe, hardly the 
 worse for a sleepless night, appeared at the house in 
 Middle Street, and was presented to Lydia and Debbie 
 and the little ones, a noisy and vigorous group, few of 
 whom were destined to reach maturity, for in the " good 
 old times " infant and childish mortality was really ter 
 rible, and had not our fathers been blessed with prodi 
 gious families the Anglo-Saxon population of this coun 
 try would have been exterminated even sooner than 
 now appears likely. Deborah was a notable house 
 keeper, and her daughters were trained in the same 
 good fashion. Morning naps were anathema in that 
 household, and if one was attempted by the young folk, 
 even after a night of revelry, the housemother s broom- 
 handle was heard clattering on the stairs, while her 
 vigorous voice shouted up : 
 
 " Come, girls, come ! Time enough for sleeping in 
 the grave ! Get up now ! " 
 
 Another incitement to activity often used by her was 
 more according to the frankness of that day than the 
 reticence of this. 
 
 ** Never 11 get a husband unless you re smart," she 
 would say, " not even if you stood a-top the house and 
 hollered * Fire/ to draw the men together." 
 
ROBERT SHURTLIFFE. 395 
 
 But after the noonday dinner was eaten and cleared 
 away, and the girls had gone to dress for the afternoon, 
 the mistress of the house led her guest into the little- 
 used front parlor, and carefully closing the door, mo 
 tioned him to a seat. 
 
 " I have something to say to you in private, my lad," 
 began she, drawing a chair close in front of him ; 
 " I ve thought out your name. Jonathan Samson left 
 two boys and a girl, and the oldest boy was named Rob 
 ert Shurtliffe Samson, so that was the name I gave you 
 last night, but when I thought of it more, I remembered 
 that boy had blue eyes and reddish hair, and your eyes 
 are hazel and your hair almost black, so you re not he, 
 though you mean to pass for him. Nor you re not 
 Ephraim, for he d be younger. Now tell me just who 
 you are." 
 
 " I m Simeon Samson s cousin, and under his roof. 
 Is n t that enough ? 
 
 " Enough to make me treat you as well as I know 
 how, and to keep you as long as you 11 stay, but not 
 enough to tell me whether I d best put you to sleep in 
 the girls room or the boys to-night." 
 
 " You mean to say " 
 
 " There, there, sit down, my dear, and keep all those 
 vaporing airs for the British, if you ever meet them. I 
 strongly suspect you re that very Deborah Samson who, 
 after the battle of Bunker Hill, wrote to my husband 
 and wanted to go sailoring with him to fight for her 
 country. She was sixteen or so then, and now she d 
 be about twenty, and I strongly suspicion she stands 
 before me now." 
 
 u Well, you won t betray me, cousin Deborah," replied 
 the other, coolly ; " and of all people in the world I think 
 
S96 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 I d soonest confess the truth to you, for right well can I 
 see that you would do the very same thing yourself if 
 you were placed where I am." 
 
 " You think so ? It may be you re right, child, and 
 yet I d be loath to see my Lyddy in coat and breeches." 
 
 " Lyddy has a father and a mother and a good home 
 and a sweetheart, and I have none of them," said the 
 girl, bitterly. " And something in my heart would not 
 let me rest quiet feeding pigs and poultry, and churning, 
 washing, and spinning, while my country called aloud 
 to her children for help against the tyrant of England. 
 Ever since I heard the cannon at Bunker Hill, and 
 read of the glorious stand my brethren made there, and 
 the death of Joseph Warren, and the ride of Paul Re 
 vere, and the noble deeds of young fellows no stronger 
 and no braver than I, my heart has been resolved ; and 
 at last, when I read my cousin Simeon s glorious fight 
 with Dawson, and of his successes since, I made up my 
 mind I d sail under him, and have my share of the 
 glory, and had I but been six hours earlier in Plymouth, 
 you never would have known that Robert Shurtliffe is 
 no more than poor Deb Samson, the kitchen wench." 
 
 " Nay, then, lass, t is better I should have been the 
 one to find it out than the sailors aboard the Mars," re 
 plied the older woman, gravely. " But come now, child, 
 for you re hardly older than my Lyddy, tell me the 
 whole story and what you ve done and what you mean 
 to do, and if I can find it in my conscience to help you, 
 I 11 do it. But be honest, my lass, be honest, or I 11 
 have naught to do with you." 
 
 " Well, then, cousin Deborah, I 11 make a clean breast 
 of it, and as for being honest, I ve no skill nor experi 
 ence in lying, for that s coward s work, and if I was a 
 
ROBERT SHURTLIFFE. 397 
 
 coward I d not be here. Ever since I wrote cousin 
 Simeon, just after Bunker Hill, I ve had my mind made 
 up, but I could n t do anything until I d served out my 
 time there in Middleboro ; for you know I was bound 
 out to Deacon Thomas until I was eighteen. They were 
 kind enough to me, but they did n t understand me or I 
 them, and I always felt like a sea-gull the boys trapped 
 and took off a joint of his wing and kept him in the 
 barnyard. How I pitied that poor bird ! Pitied him so 
 much that one day I wrung his neck and threw him to 
 the pigs. If I could n t have got away I should have 
 wanted some one to wring my neck. But after I was 
 eighteen and had my time, I taught school two winters, 
 and worked summers for wages, and so got together a 
 little money. Then this last winter I bought the wool, 
 and spun and dyed and wove the cloth these clothes 
 are made of, and I flatter myself t is a good enough 
 piece of work." 
 
 " Why, yes, t is as handsome cloth as one would wish 
 to see," replied Deborah, examining the texture and 
 evenness of the fabric. " But how did you get them 
 made?" 
 
 " Well, I said that Eobert Shurtliffe, a relation of 
 mine, was going to enlist " 
 
 " I thought you did n t know how to lie," dryly inter 
 posed Deborah. 
 
 " It was no lie, for I had already in my own mind 
 borrowed my brother s name, and is n t he a relation of 
 mine ? " 
 
 " Well it s whipping the devil round the stump, if 
 it is n t a lie, but go on." 
 
 u I told the tailor what I say, and I gave him the 
 measures for Robert Shurtliffe, and he made the coat," 
 
398 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 continued the girl, rather defiantly, " and for the waist 
 coat and the breeches I stole the patterns from a tailor- 
 ess that was working in the house, and when I had cut 
 out the clothes and put back the patterns, I carried my 
 work up on the hill where I stood to hear the cannon of 
 Bunker Hill, and there I made them up, singing Yankee 
 Doodle all the time, and stabbing a Britisher every time 
 I put my needle through the cloth. Then a week or 
 ten days ago I quietly put on my clothes, slipped out 
 of the window before anybody was stirring, and after 
 wandering about a little to try my new clothes, I came 
 down here to ship aboard the Mars." 
 
 " And now what will you do, lass ? " 
 
 " Go to Boston in the packet to-morrow morning and 
 ship for a sailor, or enlist for a soldier as soon as may 
 be." 
 
 " Well, if you re bound to carry it out, &nd I won t 
 say but you re right to follow your nature and work 
 off some of the sea-gull in your blood, if you re 
 bound to make trial of yourself in this way, my advice 
 is to list as a soldier. You re not thrown with your 
 comrades as you d be aboard ship, where, in a crowded 
 fo cas l, you could hardly keep your sex a secret ; and 
 another thing, if you re found out, or wounded, or get 
 sick of it, while you re ashore, you ve only to say, I m 
 a woman, or at worst to run away from manhood as 
 you did from womanhood, to get out of the adventure 
 in a moment, while at sea it might be months before 
 you could come by a smock and petticoat. The more I 
 think on t, Deborah, the less I like it, and the more I d 
 hate to see Lyddy in your place, but since you re set on 
 doing it, and are of age, and in no way bound to be said 
 by me " 
 
ROBERT SHURTLIFFE. 399 
 
 " Come, now, cousin Deborah, you re going back on 
 what you allowed but now about the sea-gull blood and 
 all. You might show a little kindness to a motherless 
 girl, for your own girl s sake." 
 
 " Nay, Deb, if you take it that way if you come 
 to me as a motherless girl of my husband s kin, I speak 
 to you very different. Go away for a few days, and 
 come back dressed as a modest maid, and I 11 give you 
 a home and a welcome, and be a mother to you, and 
 keep you till some good man takes you to wife " 
 
 " I want no good man taking me to wife, and I want 
 no petticoat, nor apron, nor dish-clout, nor to be tied by 
 the leg in a barnyard ! I ve borne it all this twenty 
 year, and I 11 have no more of it. But thank you, 
 cousin, for your kindly offer, thank you heartily." 
 
 " You re welcome to the offer, and t was an honest 
 one, but I d as lief you did n t take up with it after all. 
 I don t well know how to care for sea-gulls, and my own 
 chicks are wild enough without such teaching." 
 
 " But we re friends, cousin. Sure you won t take 
 back the kindness you ve showed." 
 
 And the strange girl caught the matron by both 
 shoulders, and stooping from her lofty height, looked 
 wistfully into the other s eyes while tears gathered in 
 her own. 
 
 " There, now, child ! You ve put on the hosen, but 
 you have n t put on the nature of a man. You must 
 have some one to bid you have your own way, though 
 you d never give it up if they bid you. You must be a 
 rebel to womanhood, and yet you must be loved and 
 petted because you are a woman. Nay, I 11 put you to 
 sleep neither with the girls nor the boys, for you ve the 
 nature of neither, because you ve the nature of both. 
 
400 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 You shall sleep on the kitchen floor, and to-morrow you 
 shall go ; but here s a kiss for you, poor girl, and a 
 prayer that God will protect you from all evil and from 
 your own silly self." 
 
 So the next morning Robert Shurtliffe went up to 
 Boston in the packet, carrying with him a store of 
 Captain Samson s linen, and five dollars in money, 
 besides the hearty parting kiss of the captain s wife and 
 daughters. 
 
 William Goodwin was very jealous of the tender fare 
 well the young recruit took of pretty Lydia, but she did 
 not know of the explanation that would have proved the 
 antidote to such jealousy, nor could she understand her 
 Another s amusement thereat 
 
CHAPTER XLIII. 
 
 HORATIO NELSON AND LUCY HAMMATT. 
 
 ANATOMISTS tell us that the more highly developed the 
 organism of the living creature, the greater the capacity 
 for pain; and the scale of sensation ranges from the 
 protoplasm we call jelly-fish up to the refined, sensitive, 
 and introspective woman, who possesses probably the 
 most highly developed capacity for pain to be found 
 upon this globe. 
 
 Lucy Rowland Hammatt was a woman of this order, 
 and she had lost her husband, and her place as head of 
 his house, and nearly all the little fortune he and her 
 father had left her, and she was not happy. It will be 
 remembered that she was the mother of three children : 
 Abraham, married to Priscilla LeBaron ; William, mar 
 ried to Hepzibah Barker of Nantucket, whither he had 
 gone to live ; and Lucy, as yet unmarried, chiefly because 
 she was so requiring, so sarcastic, and so haughty, that 
 the young men were afraid of her. She it was, who, 
 when Abraham, almost ruined by the collapse of the 
 Continental currency, and by bad debts incurred in the 
 war famine, came home one night discouraged, gloomy, 
 and silent, save for a few words about the poorhouse 
 and beggary, bitterly told her mother in the seclusion of 
 her own bedroom that Abraham was groaning under 
 the burden of their maintenance and hinting at their de 
 parture ; and finally persuaded the grieved and sensitive 
 
402 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 woman to write and offer a visit to her son William, 
 who, with his rich wife and lucrative oil-business, was 
 exceeding well to do, and had often urged his mother 
 and sister to come and make their home with him. 
 
 "And William is coming to Plymouth next week, 
 and will take us with him," continued Lucy, eagerly, 
 " so don t say a word to Abr am or Priscilla until we 
 are all ready to go and my brother is here, and then 
 tell Abr am before William that you are going to relieve 
 him of one burden, at least." 
 
 " No, no, Lucy, I sha n t do it that way," replied the 
 mother, promptly ; " one son is just as dear to me as the 
 other, and I would no more hurt Abr am s feelings than 
 I would Willy s. I shall tell them that we ve concluded 
 to accept some of Hepsey s cordial invitations and make 
 a little visit at Nantucket ; then we 11 just leave the rest 
 to shape itself as it will. It s not poor Abr am s fault 
 if he s unfortunate, and Priscilla s been a good tLu^h- 
 ter to me. And then your father s waiting for me, 
 up on Burying Hill." 
 
 And the widow hastily went away to her own room. 
 A little later, the mother-heart, large and warm in her, 
 led her downstairs again to the sitting-room, where she 
 found her son standing over a portable mahogany desk 
 which he had placed upon the table and opened; now, 
 with his hands in his pockets and his lips drawn to 
 something between a rueful smile and a noiseless whis 
 tle, he stood regarding the parcels of banknotes neatly 
 ranged side by side, and filling the entire desk. It was 
 his wife s dowry, paid by her father s administrator in 
 Continental currency, still legal tender, but so deterio 
 rated as to be worth little more than the paper it was 
 printed on. 
 
HORATIO NELSON, LUCY HAM MATT. 403 
 
 " It was a scurvy trick, a scurvy trick, to make me 
 take it," Abraham was saying as his mother entered the 
 room, and Priscilla, without raising her eyes from her 
 knitting, replied in a voice of quiet sarcasm : 
 
 " We children each used to have a hen and sell the 
 eggs to the house, but my hen never laid anything and 
 brother Billy s always laid two a day." 
 
 Quietly drawing back, the mother closed the door, and 
 went softly upstairs again, sorry that she had heard 
 what Priscilla did not mean to say before her. And 
 the consciousness made her yet more desolate than she 
 was before. 
 
 The next day she gently made known her plan of 
 returning to Nantucket with her son William and mak 
 ing a considerable visit to him and his wife, who had 
 urgently invited her and Lucy to do so. 
 
 Abraham, with that singular want of perception in 
 matters of sentiment characterizing strong-natured, hon 
 est, and busy men, cheerfully indorsed the idea, thought 
 and said that it would be a pleasant change for his 
 mother, and completed the measure of his offenses by 
 saying, with a slap on Lucy s shoulder : " And mayhap, 
 Lu, you 11 pick up a husband among those rich 
 whalers." 
 
 "And so ease you of my support," replied Lucy, 
 bursting into a cold and bitter little storm of tears and 
 running out of the room. 
 
 " Why. what under the sun ! " began her brother in 
 astonishment, but behold, his mother had followed her 
 daughter, and Priscilla, laughing in such a fashion that 
 one wondered if it was not an unsuccessful attempt at 
 crying, came and put her arms around his neck and her 
 face on his shoulder, while she sobbed : 
 
404 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " You poor stupid darling ! It was the very, very last 
 thing you should have said. Every bit of the fat s in 
 the fire now, and you must just wait till it s burnt up. 
 Then we can make a fresh start." 
 
 " Well, thank the Lord that you re all right, Pris," 
 replied her husband, with a groan, as he clasped his 
 wife tighter with one arm, and with the other hand 
 wiped his perplexed and moist forehead. 
 
 " Yes, dear, I m all right now, because I have you, 
 and I m young, and it s I that order the house in my 
 own fashion ; but, Abe, darling, if the time should come 
 that I must live with our Willy s wife, or any of the 
 rest of them, I don t doubt I shall feel just as mother 
 does now. It s human nature, Abe, and women are 
 very much alike after all." 
 
 " Is it ? but I don t see why they need feel so, * 
 murmured Abraham in masculine bewilderment, but 
 Priscilla kissed him again, and his brow cleared. 
 
 William came in April, and in July Abraham wrote 
 his mother a letter which, after more than a century, is 
 so fresh in its manly tenderness and honesty that it 
 does one good to read it. 
 
 PLYMOUTH, 20th July 1782. 
 
 DEAR MAMA, I am surprised & disappointed to 
 find by Lucy s gloomy Epistle that you continue at 
 Nantucket yet, without having even fix d the time for 
 coming off. 
 
 We had all flatter d ourselves that we should have 
 seen you here before this time ; remember D r 
 Madam that winter approaches & Signify to the Squire 
 your pleasure to return, who promis d when he took you 
 from us, that he would return you as soon as you 
 
HORATIO NELSON, LUCY EAMMATT. 405 
 
 willing ; if he cant come with you, it is better to come 
 with somebody else, than to wait even one fortnight. 
 
 Mrs. Thomas is the paler for y r absence, & Aunt 
 Betty 1 will be sick if you dont prevent it by coming 
 home. 
 
 My wife and your little grand-daughter long to see 
 you, others of your friends sincerely wish your return, 
 and I do assure you there is no event within the com 
 pass of my expectation that I anticipate with half the 
 pleasure. 
 
 I ve the pleasure to inform you, that my Business 
 increases ; I have two Apprentices who are both Spin 
 ners, four Tons of Hemp in my Loft, a prospect of 
 more for the Winter & as much work as I can do in 
 the Spring, so that I begin sometimes to expect better 
 Days, & to see myself once more in easy circum 
 stances, which I shall never consider myself as being in 
 untill my Mama & Sister enjoy ease and Independence. 
 Tell Lucy this, and persuade her to believe it ; tell her 
 that I Love her heartily, that so far from its being a 
 burthen, one of the first pleasures if not the very first 
 that I promise myself from being in Business, is that I 
 shall be able to contribute to her Ease & Happiness. 
 I should have written her, but really have not Time, 
 having wrote many Letters before this. I must now 
 conclude & we shall all expect to see you both soon, and 
 all join in Love to all of you. 
 
 From your affectionate son, 
 
 A. HAMMATT. 
 
 I suppose no mother ever lived who could have hard 
 ened herself against the sweetness, the strength, and the 
 1 Two of Madam Hammatt s sisters. 
 
406 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 honesty of such an appeal, and some two weeks after 
 its receipt Madam Hammatt, resisting both the tender 
 entreaties of her son William and the more acid sug 
 gestions of her daughter Lucy, who found herself rather 
 amused with the opportunity of refusing a good deal of 
 solid, if oleaginous wealth, took passage in the schooner 
 Harmony, owned in Plymouth hy Captain Thomas Davis, 
 and commanded by Captain Nathaniel Carver, of that 
 town. 
 
 The voyage was prosperous and promised to be short, 
 when one morning between the Harmony and the rising 
 sun arose the stately masts of a frigate, which presently, 
 running the Union Jack to her mast-head, fired a gun 
 across the bows of the schooner, at the same time mak 
 ing a graceful sweep that brought her up into the wind, 
 while through his glass Captain Carver could make out 
 hands already lowering one of the taut boats swinging 
 from their davits on either quarter of the frigate. 
 
 " No use to try either to fight or run, since for fight 
 ing I Ve only my fists, and for running, sails big enough 
 for a patch on his fo s l," slowly remarked the Plymouth 
 man, shutting up his old spy-glass, and setting his hat 
 on the back of his head. " Might as well lay to, Wash- 
 burn. I hope he 11 be civil to the women." 
 
 " I 11 pity him if he comes to close quarters with the 
 gal ; she d scratch his eyes out fore you d say knife, " 
 replied Washburn, who had tried to make himself agree 
 able to Miss Lucy. 
 
 In another half hour the crew of the launch had 
 taken quiet possession of the Harmony, and the captain 
 with his papers was about obeying the command of his 
 captors, and presenting himself on board the frigate, 
 when he stopped to say to the officer in command : 
 
HORATIO NELSON, LUCY HAMMATT. 407 
 
 " There s an old lady and her daughter in the cabin, 
 passengers for Plymouth. They are some of our most 
 respectable people, and I hope you won t let any of your 
 men speak sa cy or the like of that to them, and that 
 your cap n will set them ashore safe, whatever he s 
 bound to do with the rest of us." 
 
 "Make yourself easy, Captain," replied the royal 
 lieutenant, graciously. " We don t fight women, and I 
 don t doubt Captain Nelson will see that they are set 
 ashore as soon as possible." 
 
 " Nelson is his name ? " 
 
 "Yes. Lieutenant-Commander Horatio Nelson, at 
 present master of His Majesty s frigate Albemarle. We 
 are exploring the naval capacities of your coast, Master 
 Carver, and find it more picturesque than navigable. I 
 suppose you are familiar with this part of it." 
 
 " I d ought to be, having sailed these waters, boy and 
 man, for thirty years or more," growled Carver, vaguely 
 resenting the light badinage of the other s tone. 
 
 " Just the man we want," replied the lieutenant, as 
 the launch grazed the frigate s side. " Will you step 
 on deck, Master Carver ? " 
 
 Silently obeying, the prisoner found himself con 
 fronted by the slight but noble figure and the com 
 manding regard of one of the foremost heroes of the 
 world s history ; the man who fought so well the battles 
 of a great nation, giving his life for her glory, and who, 
 in his dying words, " Kiss me, Hardy ! " showed at once 
 the strength and the weakness of his nature. 
 
 But as yet the glory and the shame were hidden in 
 the breast of the future, and the lieutenant-commander 
 dreamed not of Lord Nelson s fame. 
 
 One glance of those penetrating eyes showed to this 
 
408 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 born leader of men the honesty and simplicity of his 
 captive, and it was with something warmer than civility 
 that he led him down into his cabin, ordered refresh 
 ments set before him, and then, with map and chart, 
 questioned him closely as to the lay of the coast. 
 
 " Well, it s pretty intricate, is n t it ? " declared he 
 at last. " And I m afraid, Captain, I shall have to take 
 your pretty little schooner as a tender, and keep you on 
 board for a while as pilot. I am sorry to have to re 
 mind you of the fate of pilots attempting treachery 
 under such circumstances." 
 
 Captain Carver meditated for a moment, turned the 
 quid in his cheek, thrust his hands in his pockets and 
 his heels as far as they would stretch out upon the pol 
 ished floor, and finally with the ruddy color perceptibly 
 ebbing away from beneath the bronze of his cheek, he 
 quietly said : 
 
 " If you re going to ask me to pilot you into Plym 
 outh Harbor, with a view to attackting the town, Com 
 mander, you may as well string me up to your yard- 
 arm first as last, for I won t do it. But if all you want 
 is to cruise up and down the coast, go and set on Co- 
 hasset rocks by moonlight, try to get into Provincetown 
 without scraping a shoal, or the like of that, why, if it s 
 pilot you or hang, I d rather pilot you ; and if I say I 11 
 do it, I 11 do it honest, for that s the way we Plymouth 
 boys are brought up by our mammys." 
 
 "Shake hands on it, Captain, shake hands," said 
 Nelson. " And when I m looking for a Benedict Arnold 
 I sha n t go to Plymouth for him." 
 
 " Better not, Captain, for if you did you might catch 
 a Tartar. Our folks have got kind o erritable in these 
 days, and don t like jokes on sore subjects." 
 
HORATIO NELSON, LUCY HAMMATT. 409 
 
 " You re right, Carver, you re right, man, and I m 
 wrong," said Nelson, stretching out his hand, which the 
 other placably enfolded in a mighty grasp, while he 
 continued in the same even tone : 
 
 " There s one thing more, Captain. I Ve got a couple 
 of passengers aboard, gentlewomen, bound for Plym 
 outh where they belong. One of them is elderly and 
 the other not so young as she once was. You 11 set 
 them ashore ? " 
 
 " Certainly. We 11 stand as far into Plymouth Har 
 bor as you find safe, and then your crew shall take the 
 ladies with their luggage and the men s kits ashore in 
 the schooner s two boats. I suppose you can stand in 
 far enough to make it safe both for the frigate and the 
 boats, eh ? " 
 
 " Lord, yes, on a flood tide and a fair wind it s safe 
 for a boat anywhere inside o Manomet." 
 
 And thus it came about that on the 12th of August, 
 1782, Madam Hammatt and her daughter Lucy with 
 all their bandboxes were set ashore on Davis wharf, 
 to the great admiration and excitement of their towns 
 folk, who crowded down to welcome and question them. 
 
 A week or so later, Captain Nathaniel Carver him 
 self strolled into town by way of the Beach, at the back 
 of which he had been set ashore in the early morning. 
 
 So rose-colored was his report to his owner of his treat 
 ment while on board of the Albemarle, and of Captain 
 Nelson s manners and feelings toward the Americans, 
 that Captain Davis, too good a business man to relin 
 quish his property even to the king, without an effort to 
 retain it, took counsel with himself and his friends, and 
 while the Albemarle still cruised in the offing as though 
 loath to leave so fair a neighborhood, he borrowed a big 
 
410 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 boat, hastily loaded it with fresh meat, poultry, vegeta 
 bles, and fruit, and, accompanied by Captain Carver, put 
 boldly out, past the Beach, past Saquish and the Gur 
 net, and standing over toward Manomet ran across the 
 fore-foot of the frigate which, as if astonished at his au 
 dacity, swooped easily down upon him, and with her 
 tower of snow-white canvas fluttering in the wind, lay 
 to, with an interrogation mark at each yardarm. 
 
 " We re in for it now, Carver," said Captain Davis, 
 softly, as the former deftly laid the boat alongside the 
 Albemarle, " and either we 11 carry the Harmony home 
 with us, or Discord will carry us to Dartmoor." 
 
 " Nothing venture, nothing have," growled Nathaniel 
 Carver, and the two men mounted the ladder thrown 
 over for their accommodation. On the deck stood Nel 
 son, who, with courteous smile and ready hand, welcomed 
 his late prisoner and his owner, who after a few words 
 of greeting made known his errand in the manly and 
 straightforward fashion sure to gain the approbation of 
 a man like Nelson. 
 
 Not immediately answering his petition, however, the 
 commander invited his guests to the cabin, where the 
 steward presently laid a collation of such dried dainties 
 as his larder afforded, the host remarking with a smile 
 as he pressed one dish and another upon his guests, 
 
 " For once I must be excused, gentlemen, from the 
 duties of a host, and not offer you the best I have, 
 merely informing you that some hampers of delicious 
 fruit and vegetables have just come aboard, but as they 
 are the gift of a friend I do not feel that I may part 
 with them." 
 
 " Not another word, Commander," replied Davis, 
 helping himself to some dried fruit. " I d far rather 
 have your figs than your grape-shot." 
 
HORATIO NELSON, LUCY HAMMATT. 411 
 
 " Good ! But you won t refuse the juice of the grape, 
 I trust," replied Nelson, offering a bottle of port, not yet 
 a traditional beverage. And so a pleasant hour passed 
 by, and at the end Nelson received a private report 
 from the officer of the watch, and inviting his guests 
 on deck, pointed to the schooner which had been 
 brought alongside, remarking good-humoredly, 
 
 " And now, gentlemen, that we may part in perfect 
 Harmony, allow me to restore the schooner, and present 
 you with this certificate of release." 
 
 Perhaps one should apologize for presenting the hero 
 of Trafalgar in the guise of a punster, but puns as well 
 as port were still in fashion, and indulgence in the one 
 naturally led to the other. The certificate, still extant, 
 runs as follows : 
 
 These are to certify that I took the schooner Har 
 mony, Nathaniel Carver, Master, belonging to Plym 
 outh ; but on account of his good services, have given 
 him up his vessel again. 
 
 Dated on board His Majesty s ship Albemarle, 17th 
 August, 1782, in Boston Bay. 
 
 HORATIO NELSON. 
 
 " Massachusetts Bay is n t Boston Harbor," remarked 
 Captain Thomas Davis as he folded up the certificate 
 and put it in his pocket, " but there was no mistake 
 about Nelson s port, eh, Carver ? " 
 
 And Carver, who did not perceive the play upon 
 words, answer-ed dryly : 
 
 " The only mistake, to my mind, was that it wasn t 
 Santa Cruz rum." 
 
CHAPTER XLIV. 
 
 MOTHER CREWE S LAST CURSE. 
 
 DEBORAH SAMSON has said that the Rowlands were 
 fond of land, and the old records prove her judgment 
 just. Travel southward by Watson s Hill and Jabez 
 Corner toward Manomet, or northward by Rocky Nook 
 toward Kingston, or wander hither and thither in the 
 old town looking up the title-deeds of men s estates, and 
 everywhere you come upon the name of Rowland, with 
 John, Joseph, Thomas, Consider, or Thomas Southworth, 
 as a prefix. They loved land, and they owned a great 
 deal, first and last, but in the end lost all except the six 
 feet apportioned to every one of them on Burying Hill. 
 Naturally with the love of land came the love of primo 
 geniture, and before the Revolution, this, being English 
 law, was the law of English Colonies, if any man cared 
 to put it in practice. There is a tradition that Pilgrim 
 John, although glad to come to the New World as 
 squire to Governor Carver, was a cadet of the noble 
 house since united with that of Bedford, whose duke 
 still enumerates Baron Rowland among his other titles. 
 The tradition may, or may not, be well founded, but if 
 true, explains in a degree this eminently patrician fancy 
 for the rights of primogeniture, and excuses somewhat 
 Consider Rowland s tyranny in seizing under the law 
 of entail poor Jedediah Samson s little farm and home 
 stead. 
 
MOTHER CREWE S LAST CURSE. 413 
 
 S uth ard Howland inherited, along with much land, 
 the passion for entail, primogeniture, and the rest, and 
 as the Revolution drew near its close, and it became evi 
 dent to all men that the reign of democracy, equal 
 rights, and primitive justice was to rule in the embryo 
 Republic, S uth ard began to look up the outlying nooks 
 and corners of his estate*;, with a view to consolidating 
 his titles in case they were to be questioned. 
 
 One of these outlying nooks was a piece of woodland, 
 some ten acres in extent, upon the Carver road, and after 
 studying the deed which had given it to his grandfather, 
 with a good deal more land, since disposed of, S uth ard 
 one day rode out to view it, and arrange for its being 
 staked off and fenced. The land was where he ex 
 pected to find it, but nearly in the centre stood a dilapi 
 dated and squalid cabin, with a thread of peaty smoke 
 curling out of its lath-and-plaster chimney. 
 
 What s this ! Who s trespassing on my property ? " 
 demanded S uth ard, angrily, of his companion, one 
 Henchman, who combined the duties of bailiff, surveyor, 
 amateur attorney, and confidential adviser to several of 
 the landed proprietors of Plymouth, Howland among 
 the rest. He was a useful little man in his way, but 
 neither dignified nor comely, possessing a mean figure, 
 red hair, squinting green eyes, and a squeaky false 
 voice which he tried to make ingratiating, but only made 
 repulsive. 
 
 " Why, this is the residence of Madam Crewe, Squire," 
 replied he now, with a sniggering laugh. " Witch Crewe, 
 they call her commonly ; she has resided here for some 
 years, and I believe had this mansion erected " 
 
 u Stop your fooling, and tell me how it is I did not 
 know she was still here ? " demanded S uth ard, the veins 
 
414 DR. LsB A RON AND HIS DAUGHTERS, 
 
 in his throat swelling, and the purplish flush that marked 
 his wrath mounting to his forehead. 
 
 " Well, Squire, T must say it s a little unreasonable to 
 make me accountable for your not knowing anything," 
 replied Henchman, his own face turning green, which 
 was his way of showing righteous indignation. 
 
 Howland glared at him for a moment, but perhaps 
 considering that it was better to turn his wrath into a 
 more effective channel, he rode up to the door of the 
 cabin, and with his whip-handle beat a summons, im 
 mediately answered, for the door flew open, and upon 
 the threshold appeared the bent and decrepit figure of 
 mother Crewe, leaning upon her staff, and with Milcom 
 perched upon her shoulder. Great age had reduced the 
 old woman s flesh to the color and consistence of parch 
 ment, clinging to the bones of face and neck and hands 
 much in the grewsome fashion of a mummy, while from 
 the deep caverns, whither they had retreated, her eyes 
 gleamed with malevolent energy, and her toothless jaws, 
 silently working as she gazed upon her visitor, seemed, 
 as they had years before, to be chewing the curses they 
 would presently emit. 
 
 " Well, man of violence and wrath, what do you 
 want here ? " demanded she, at length. Her voice 
 broke the spell of perplexity and awe that had arrested 
 Howland s mood, as the wind from hidden icebergs will 
 sometimes chill and check the boiling blood. 
 
 " What do / want ! " demanded he. "I fancy the 
 question is, what do you want on another man s prop 
 erty ? Do you know this is my land, woman, and 
 that you have no more right to put up a house here 
 than you have to come and sit by my fireside ? " 
 
 " Your fireside will soon be desolate, S uth ard How- 
 
MOTHER CREWE S LAST CURSE. 415 
 
 land, soon, soon ! The shadow is almost even with your 
 lips, and it rises, rises fast." 
 
 " None of your witch-talk to me, woman," replied 
 Howland, involuntarily raising his hand to his face, and 
 seeming to brush away something. " I m not to be 
 frightened out of my rights in that way, I can promise 
 you. I tell you again this land is mine, and I am going 
 to fence it, and may be cultivate it. At any rate, I 
 don t want a tenant on it, and you 11 have to vacate, and 
 that at once. This day week, the plough will be run 
 ning over the spot you stand on. You understand, do 
 you, mother Crewe ? " 
 
 " This day week, this day week, man of violence and 
 wrath, they will dig your grave on Burying Hill. I 
 see it, I hear it, I smell the fresh earth they throw out. 
 Go, poor wretch, go make your peace, and set your 
 house in order ; this day week, yes the shadow rises, 
 rises to your lips, go ! " 
 
 She stretched out her claw-like hand, she raised her 
 glittering eyes, and a strange shudder shook her frame 
 from head to foot, while Milcom, standing upon her 
 shoulder, his legs and tail stiffened like iron, and his 
 green eyes ablaze, uttered a long wail of demoniac 
 meaning. 
 
 Terror, shame, superstition, and a thwarted will are 
 powerful factors to work in a haughty and uncontrolled 
 nature, and as they rose tumultuously in S uth ard Row 
 land s blood they heated it to such a point that the man 
 lost all control of himself ; and lifting his clenched hand 
 above his head he swore a terrible, a blasphemous 
 oath, that before the next day s sun should set, his land 
 should be rid of this insolent intruder, her hovel should 
 be leveled with the dust, and she herself, if she could 
 
416 DR. LEDARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 be found, burnt as a witch, or driven from the town at 
 the cart s tail. 
 
 Mother Crewe listened, and ever as she listened laid 
 her ear to Milcom s mouth as if from his wailings she 
 gained counsel ; but when at last, choked with his own 
 rage, and foaming at the mouth, Rowland gasped into 
 silence, the hag raised her bent form with a power none 
 could have imagined remained in its sinews, and with 
 glazed eyes seemed to look upon some scene pictured 
 in the green gloom of the forest before her. Then 
 slowly pointing, slowly tracing the outline of what she 
 saw with a skinny finger, she said : 
 
 " Carry him home the gate will do come wife 
 come sister children scream, cover your eyes 
 die, poor maid, broken by the curse on Ansel Ring 
 killed by the curse on S uth ard Rowland die, poor 
 maid, for the sins of others " 
 
 But at this moment, Rowland, with a sort of scream 
 of rage, uplifted his hand and tried to force his horse 
 nearer to the door, for what purpose no one need to 
 guess, for it was never accomplished, the horse rearing 
 and plunging in such fashion that the rider is atten 
 tion and wrath were presently absorbed by him, and 
 before the contest was finished Mother Crewe had 
 disappeared and the door was closed. 
 
 " Come away, Squire, come away ! " exclaimed Hench 
 man, his green-hued cheeks and chattering teeth betray 
 ing a very real and absorbing terror. " There s no 
 credit and no profit in fighting witches. Come away 
 and let her alone, she can t live long, and she can t 
 hurt the land " 
 
 " Hold your tongue, Henchman ! Here, hold on ! 
 Here s a writ I got ready before I came, a writ of 
 
MOTHER ORE WE S LAST CURSE, 417 
 
 ejectment here, go you, since this cursed brute won t 
 let me, go you and serve it on her, and tell her that at 
 noon to-rnorrow I shall be here to take possession, with 
 men enough to do my bidding, and that by one hour 
 after noon both she and her cabin will be gone. Tell 
 her that, Henchman, and if she won t open her door, 
 make her hear it through her door, but see that she gets 
 the writ. I 11 ride on and cool my blood a little." 
 
 " That s the best thing you can do," replied Hench 
 man, a good deal relieved; and when he overtook his 
 employer just at the Pilgrim Spring at the foot of 
 Spring Lane, he reported, cheerfully, " I could n t get 
 the old lady to open the door, but I bawled my message 
 in at the crack, and shoved the writ under the door. 
 I guess she 11 make a moonlight flitting of it." 
 
 " Whatever she does, see that you, with a couple of 
 strong laborers, are at the corner of the wood-road turn 
 ing up to her hut at a little before noon to-morrow," said 
 Rowland, sternly, and with a careless nod of farewell 
 turned up the hill to the Town Square and so home to 
 the pleasant old house where he had dwelt so many 
 prosperous years. 
 
 " I was in hopes you d give it up, Squire," said the 
 bailiff in a low tone as the next day his employer drew 
 rein at the spot where he on horseback with two stalwart 
 fellows afoot rested in the shade of a clump of scrub- 
 oaks, at the junction of the Carver road and the wood- 
 path leading steeply up the hill and into the forest. 
 
 ** I never give up anything," replied Rowland, taking 
 off his three-cornered hat and wiping his crimson fore 
 head. 
 
 " A mortal hot day," suggested Henchman, lightly. 
 
 " That old witch will find it so, for I 11 burn her 
 
418 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 hovel over her head, if that s the only way to get her 
 out of it. Come ! " 
 
 And the lover of land rode on, his mouth set in a 
 hard, straight line, his eyes red and gloomy, his face 
 flushed darkly. It was indeed a hot day, of that sti 
 fling and breathless quality of heat which comes in late 
 summer and early autumn, the dog-day heat so rife with 
 disease and lassitude, the air filled with a sullen yellow 
 haze that, so far from tempering the sun s rays, seemed 
 to refract and intensify them to intolerable power, while 
 not a breath of wind lent life to the solid strata of sti 
 fling woodland odors and the steam of the saturated 
 masses of undergrowth. 
 
 " The bayberries smell like folks that s laid out," re 
 marked one of the workmen who, with axe on shoulder, 
 plodded along after Henchman, who suddenly turned an 
 angry face upon him and hissed out, to his great sur 
 prise, 
 
 " Hold your tongue, you fool ! " 
 
 But the Squire, riding silent and absorbed at the head 
 of the little troop, heard nothing, or made no sign. 
 
 Arrived in the clearing, Henchman looked anxiously 
 at the hut, hoping to see some sign of surrender and 
 vacation, but the thin column of peat-smoke curled up 
 as before, the door was close shut, and nothing had 
 been moved or altered. 
 
 Closing his mouth still more rigidly Howland rode up 
 to the door and struck it with his whip-handle, not now 
 in the careless and impatient fashion of yesterday, but 
 three solemn and menacing blows. 
 
 Again the door fell open at his summons, and upon 
 the threshold stood mother Crewe, with Milcom on her 
 shoulder. For a moment the two regarded each other 
 
MOTHER CREWE S LAST CURSE. 419 
 
 silently, and the thick yellow air seemed to shut down 
 upon them like a pall. 
 
 " Well, woman ! You have had your summons, and 
 you are not gone," said Rowland at length in a sup 
 pressed voice, whose every tone told of the wrath and 
 determination kept down for the moment. 
 
 " My summons ! T is your summons that is in the 
 air, man, and you will soon be gone. The shadow is at 
 your lips, and with every breath you draw it in." 
 
 " Enough, enough of this fool s play ! " burst out the 
 man, his passion bursting bonds as the spring flood, lip 
 ping for a while at the barrier that seems to withstand 
 it, suddenly raises its crest and with one wild cry of de 
 fiance sweeps away the strongest work of man as it 
 would a child s toy dam. 
 
 " For God s sake, Squire, control yourself ! " cried 
 Henchman at last, even his feeble nature stirred to hor 
 ror at the other s frenzy. " Here, we 11 end it all ! 
 Men, pull the cabin down around the old witch s ears ! 
 You ve warrant for it here goes ! " And seated as 
 he was on horseback the lawyer sent his heel against 
 the shutter securing the window-place and drove it in. 
 The men silently obeyed both word and example, the 
 one whirling his axe around his head and making a 
 breach in the chimney, and the other attacking the roof. 
 
 Then the old witch once more raised herself to that 
 terrible vigor of yesterday, a supernatural vigor, as 
 those who saw it felt and shuddered. 
 
 " Wait ! Hold your hands, you hirelings, while I 
 speak to your master ! Man of violence, hear me. You 
 have been warned, you have had a night for penitence, 
 you had dreams yes, I see them in your eyes now 
 well, in spite of them, in spite of all, you persist you 
 
420 DR. LsBARON AND SIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 rush on your own destruction the shadow is darken 
 ing your brain and heart, but still you persist oh, 
 man one word, before it is too late speak ! " 
 
 She raised her arm high above her head, the forefin 
 ger flickering like the tongue of a snake, and bursting 
 with a fearful gasp the weight that seemed to paralyze his 
 every power, Rowland cried in a voice so hoarse and 
 agonize^ as to be almost inarticulate : 
 
 " Set fire to it ! Burn it ! Burn the witch and her 
 house together ! " 
 
 " Enough ! The measure is filled up, running over ! " 
 cried mother Crewe in terrible exultation. " Man ! I 
 curse you living, I curse you dying, I curse you here, I 
 curse you hereafter " But why repeat the awful words 
 at sound of which those strong men shuddered, and 
 closing their ears retreated, leaving the curser and the 
 cursed alone in that strange yellow light, that looked 
 and felt like smouldering fire. Was it the woman or 
 was it the cat that induced that final catastrophe, none 
 can tell, but all at once, and when the foul flood of curses 
 was at its height, Milcom sprang from his mistress 
 shoulder to the flank of the irritable horse, already un 
 easy in the memory of yesterday s struggle, and so drove 
 him out of his senses that, with a wild cry and a bound 
 of mortal terror, he broke from all control, and darting 
 down the steep path was in a moment lost to sight. 
 
 They followed him as fast as they could, and had not 
 far to follow, for at the sharp turn where the woodpath 
 joined the road, where they had waited for him a brief 
 half hour before, they came upon S uth ard Rowland 
 lying beneath the scrub-oaks, like a man wearied with 
 the heat of the day and turned aside to seek repose for 
 a little. 
 
MOTHER CREWE S LAST CURSE. 421 
 
 The lawyer knelt down, looked at the eyes, laid a 
 hand upon the heart, held a hair before the parted lips ; 
 then he rose with a white, scared face, and turned to 
 his men. 
 
 44 We can t put him on a horse. Go find a gate - 
 she said a gate " 
 
 44 There s a gate down here a piece into the doctor s 
 woodlot," said one man, edging toward the road. 
 
 44 Go and get it, and mind you come back with it. 
 No, stop, you d run away ; I 11 go with you come 
 on!" 
 
 And so the dead man lay there alone in the strange 
 yellow light, when down the road hobbled mother Crewe, 
 her cat gliding beside her, her staff in her hand. Be 
 side the dead man she paused a little moment, looking 
 fixedly at his face, angry in its rigidity but with a 
 ghastly yellow stealing over the purple flush of brow 
 and cheeks. 
 
 44 Ay, ay, it had to be, man, it had to be, and we shall 
 meet before this time to-morrow. Better for you than 
 me then, perhaps, but what has to be will be, for me as 
 well as you." And muttering and mowing, the old 
 woman and her cat plunged into the woods and were 
 gone before the men returned, bearing the gate between 
 them. 
 
CHAPTER XLV. 
 
 A DAY OF TERROR. 
 
 THE strange yellow light and sultry murk of the air, 
 so oppressive in its earlier hours, steadily increased as 
 the day drew toward night. As the men, bearing their 
 awful load, emerged from the woods into the open coun 
 try, and with the instinct of coast people turned their 
 eyes toward the ocean to gather its augury for the next 
 few hours, they saw with a certain terror that it was 
 closed from their view, not by fog or cloud, but by a sul 
 try glare of amber light like nothing they had ever seen 
 before, while darkness to be felt rather than seen 
 gathered around them more deeply at every step. 
 
 " Why, what s the matter ? " cried Henchman, turn 
 ing back, as the men stumbled and almost fell. " Can t 
 you walk straight ? " 
 
 " What s the matter with the sun, Mr. Henchman ? " 
 retorted one of the men. " He looks as if that old witch 
 had cursed him, too." 
 
 " Shut up your head, you fool ! " growled the agent 
 in angry panic. " Are you such a coward as to be 
 frightened by an old woman s scolding tongue ? " 
 
 " I m frightened of God Almighty and Judgment 
 Day, and the man s a fool who is n t," replied the man 
 staunchly. " And in forty year, I never saw a sight like 
 yon." And resting his load upon his knee, he pointed 
 to the strange yellow veil across the sea, and the sun 
 
A DAY OF TERROR. 423 
 
 just visible through the murky western clouds, hanging 
 like a ball of tarnished copper above an earth he refused 
 to illuminate. 
 
 " And hark you to the noise out yonder," said the 
 other man nodding toward the sea. " Hear them v ices 
 kind o softly singing to theirselves ? That s mermaids, 
 and they means mischief." 
 
 " Fool ! It s the surf on the back o the beach, and 
 Manomet," snarled Henchman. " Come on, while there s 
 light to see the road before you." 
 
 " Don t be quite so handy with your fools/ Hench 
 man ! Tell us, if you know so much, what s going to 
 hender our seeing the road afore us at three o clock of 
 an afternoon in October ? " 
 
 And the two men looked at each other, yet quickly 
 koked away, for the lurid light made each man s face 
 terrible to his neighbor. 
 
 Henchman opened his mouth to reply, but the wind, 
 coming up out of the southwest in those heavy and 
 weary sighs that suggest an overborne earth yearning 
 for her rest, blew aside the handkerchief covering the 
 dead man s face, and showed it so grewsome in that 
 grewsome light that, gasping instead of speaking, the 
 agent turned and hastened down the steep hill toward 
 tie town, the bearers and their load following as fast as 
 they could, pausing not until they reached the dead 
 man s home, and laid down their load upon the table, 
 where he had eaten a hasty meal before setting forth 
 upon an errand so fatal in its sequel. 
 
 A slender figure cowered timidly in the corner as they 
 entered, and would have flitted past unseen, but as the 
 light of a candle already lighted on the mantelshelf fell 
 upon that fearful face, a cry, terrible because it was so 
 
424 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 suppressed, burst from the girl s white lips, and she fell 
 heavily into the arms of Abiah, who was just rushing in 
 at the door. 
 
 " Oh, Hannah ! Hannah ! What is it ? What has 
 happened ? Oh ! " 
 
 And the wife, still mechanically grasping the uncon 
 scious form of the girl, glared wildly past her fallen 
 head at the sight upon the table, which Henchman was 
 covering from her sight. 
 
 Neighbors and friends came thronging in, and the 
 kindly sympathy that made Old Colony folk of that day 
 like one family was tendered fully and freely ; but still 
 all minds were more or less oppressed with a panic and 
 a foreboding that this awful calamity seemed rather to 
 intensify than cover. Darkness had now fully fallen, 
 a darkness so intense that it seemed ponderous and pal 
 pable rather than the mere absence of light, a dark 
 ness through which struggled no light of moon or stars, 
 but into whose intensity was woven strange gleams of 
 phosphorescence from the sea, whose waters broke in 
 lines of glowing fire upon the beach, while out of its 
 gleaming distances came ever and anon that strange 
 murmur, those moans and sighs and vague melodies, that 
 the old sailor had recognized as the songs of sirens. As 
 the actual night drew in, the darkness deepened in 
 more than the usual ratio of night to day, so that the 
 obscurity which, in the hours of daylight, had been fear 
 ful because it was like night, became, so soon as it was 
 night, yet more fearful because it was like nothing ever 
 experienced before by those who endured it. 
 
 The Day of Judgment has come ! was the cry of those 
 who believed, arid non-believers no longer scoffed at such 
 possibilities, but gazed upon each other with bewildered 
 
A DAY OF TERROR. 425 
 
 and anguished doubt. Parson Robbins, whose wide 
 reading and correspondence told him that such phe 
 nomena had occurred before, and were attributed to 
 natural causes, whether those might be astral, or vol 
 canic, or atmospheric, or merely the effect of vast forest 
 fires, went busily from house to house, imparting this 
 information to his people, and summoning them to cou 
 rageous patience. Finally, however, perceiving that he 
 produced about as much effect as the traveler who ex 
 plains the philosophy of an eclipse to a tribe of Central 
 Africans, he desisted, and when one man interrupted 
 him with, " No use kicking against the pricks, Parson, 
 nor in denyin the power of an angry God to destroy a 
 wicked world," he suddenly changed his base, and ex 
 claimed, " You are right, Brother Foster, and since the 
 Day of Doom is at hand, it behooves us sinners to 
 hasten our repentance, and bring forth works meet for 
 acceptance. Have you ever paid Widow Doten for that 
 cow?" 
 
 " It died on my hands, Parson ! " expostulated the 
 deacon in a whine of mingled wrath and terror. 
 
 " You had owned it a week, and if you are about to 
 be called into judgment " 
 
 " I 11 pay her, Parson, I 11 pay her ! Here, I 11 get 
 out the money now. There, there s twenty good silver 
 dollars, and if you 11 come along with me I 11 give it 
 to her this minute. It won t make any difference to 
 either of us by this time to-morrow." 
 
 " Yes, it will make a great difference to your soul, 
 brother." 
 
 " Oh, yes, yes. Well, come along, and yet don t 
 it look a little mite clearer than it did ? " 
 
 " It is a little lighter for you," replied the parson, 
 
426 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 significantly ; and the Widow Doten received her money, 
 but left it lying all night upon the floor, where she had 
 dropped it as idle dross. In the morning, however, she 
 picked it up, for at sunrise the atmosphere lightened a 
 little, a natural redness illuminated the east. The fowls, 
 cattle, domestic creatures, birds, and men, each class led 
 by the successive slowness of its intuitions to the same 
 certainty, agreed that the peril was over, and resumed 
 their usual occupations. The widow bestowed her dol 
 lars in the old teapot on the top shelf of the china- 
 closet, and the deacon meditated how he should regain 
 possession of them either as a loan, an investment, or 
 by the sale of some unseasoned swamp-wood, which 
 might, by a little " deaconing," be made to pass for 
 sound oak. 
 
 Reuben Butler, up toward Carver, too busy, too tired, 
 and too easy in his conscience to have been much fright 
 ened at the dark evening and night, was glad to find a 
 promise of usual weather in the morning, for he had 
 promised Mr. Cotton, out on the Kingston road, a load 
 of hay, and was anxious to carry it, especially as he had 
 loaded it the day before, and wanted the cart for his 
 own stuvver-corn. 
 
 So, in the gleam of that promised sunrise, the good 
 fellow, having breakfasted and wiped his mouth upon 
 his shirt-sleeve, drove out of the yard as quickly as 
 Bright and White Star would consent to travel, but 
 paused at the cry of a little fellow who came running 
 down the road after him. 
 
 "Hullo, Daddy s man! What do you want?" de 
 manded he, with a delighted guffaw, for this was the 
 only child, and a very bright one. 
 
 "Me want yide yide on hay," replied Daddy s 
 
A DAY OF TERROR. 427 
 
 man, lifting chubby arms and smiling face to the father, 
 who never had found out how to say no. 
 
 " Want to yide on hay ? " replied he now. " All 
 right, then. Up you go ! " 
 
 And with a strong toss he threw the child to the top 
 of the load, where he sprawled, shouting in glee, and 
 kicking his chubby heels in the air. 
 
 " Does ma am know Daddy s man came with daddy? " 
 asked Butler, starting on the oxen. 
 
 "Ma am dorn uppee tairs," replied the boy, more 
 gleefully than ever. 
 
 " Oh ! Well, may be she 11 get sca at. I guess you 11 
 have to run back, Daddy s man, cause poor ma am will 
 be sca at." 
 
 But Daddy s man knew his power, and calmly reply 
 ing, " Me no go back," burrowed deeper into the hay, 
 while his father looked anxiously about him. The lurid 
 yellow darkness of the day before was returning, in 
 strange clouds driven up from the southwest before a 
 fitful wind ; the faint promise of the east was blotted 
 out, and the sea completely hidden, except as the voices 
 of the mermaids told where it lay ; a heavy electric and 
 sulphurous element crept into the air, and made it diffi 
 cult to breathe. 
 
 Butler stopped his oxen, and getting out an old sail 
 slung under the hay-rigging, shook it out, and throwing 
 it up over the hay, spoke more positively than he ever 
 had done before to the petted child. 
 
 " Daddy s man, you ve got to get down and run 
 home, anyway. It s getting awful dark, and there 
 must be a tempest coming. I 11 cover up the hay 
 and drive along, if I don t get no farther than the vil 
 lage before it bursts, but you jump down, here, slip 
 
428 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 right down into daddy s arms, and run home to ma am 
 as fast as ever you can. It s going to thunder and 
 lighten, and rain awful hard in a few minutes." 
 
 Daddy s man, not a littled subdued and puzzled by 
 the strange look of the familiar objects around him, 
 and by his father s unwonted decision, obeyed without 
 demur, and slipping off the load with the charming 
 trustfulness of childhood, was received in the paternal 
 arms, vigorously kissed and set upon his feet, with the 
 injunction to run home just as fast as he could, to the 
 pleasant old red farmhouse, still in sight at the top of 
 the hill. Seeing him set off, his little bare feet as they 
 fell, spatting up the dust in clouds, the farmer turned his 
 attention to covering his hay, the oxen trudging along 
 the while, guided by an occasional gee ! and haw ! from 
 their master, until, his task finished, he sat for a mo 
 ment upon the load, and looked behind him ; house and 
 child had both disappeared in the gathering gloom, and 
 the aspect of all things had grown more abnormal and 
 terrifying. From some springs in a low-lying meadow, 
 beside the road, masses of vapor were rising, so solid 
 and grotesque of shape, that, had Reuben Butler ever 
 heard of them, would surely have reminded him of the 
 genii imprisoned by Solomon in copper spheres ; but as 
 he never had so much as heard of the Thousand and 
 One Tales of the Arabian Nights, he was reminded of 
 nothing, and only gazed in stolid astonishment, while 
 the clouds rose, the first one to a great height, where it 
 rapidly expanded into an umbrella-shape, and became 
 a vivid red color ; a second cloud following at a short 
 interval, spread itself below the other, and was colored 
 blue changing with green, another interval and then a 
 third, densely white and substantial, arose and spread 
 
A DAY OF TERROR. 429 
 
 itself like a foundation beneath the others, all three 
 showing for a few moments in a stupendous pile of 
 brilliant and airy architecture, as if the released and 
 triumphant genii had built themselves a palace wherein 
 to dwell. 
 
 But this magnificent sight endured only for a mo~ 
 ment, and then the darkness swept in with appalling 
 suddenness, and with it a lashing shower of rain, of such 
 strange smell and feel that even the stolid young far 
 mer became vaguely alarmed, and hurrying on to the 
 cross-roads, turned his unwieldy team and set off to 
 ward home, wiping that slimy, ill-savored moisture from 
 his face and goading on his oxen, who, lowing and dis 
 tressed, seemed eager to break from the yoke and es 
 cape. 
 
 But at the gate of his farmyard Butler met his wife, 
 who eagerly demanded : 
 
 " Have you got the child, Reuben ? Good land ! 
 What s the matter with your face ? It s as black as a 
 nigger s ! " 
 
 " The child ! Has n t he got home ? " cried the 
 father, mechanically wiping his face, blackened by that 
 sooty and sulphurous rain. 
 
 And even while they spoke, the darkness of that fear 
 ful Dark Day shut down so suddenly and so entirely 
 that although the woman, stumbling back to the house, 
 lighted candles and set them in every window, to guide 
 the child if he should be seeking his home, her hus 
 band, who had paused to unyoke and turn his cattle 
 loose, and shut the barn-door against the level sheets of 
 rain, could not distinguish their light, and only reached 
 the house after long search by groping along the fence 
 like a blind man. 
 
430 DR. LuBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 And Daddy s man, whom we left spatting through 
 the soft dust with little bare feet, half frightened, half 
 delighted with the novel aspect of affairs ? Just out of 
 his father s sight he espied some ripe blackberries lin 
 gering in a sheltered nook, and turning aside to secure 
 them, the little fellow spent a precious fifteen minutes 
 at his feast, and before it was over was startled by the 
 rain and the utter darkness. Scrambling back into the 
 road he began to run, but alas ! in the wrong direction, 
 and striking into a loop-road, passed his father at a 
 distance of not more than twenty rods, struck again 
 into the main road just below that open space where 
 Butler had turned his team, and hurried on toward the 
 town, while his father was hastening home. 
 
 Just in the entrance of Plymouth village, the poor 
 little one met a man, who, having children of his own, 
 stopped him and asked his name. 
 
 " Daddy s man," was the reply. 
 
 " But where s daddy ? " 
 
 " Daddy let me yide on hay." 
 
 " Yes, but do you know where he is ? Can you get 
 to him by yourself ? " 
 
 " Daddy s man go to daddy." 
 
 And breaking away from the dubious grasp of the 
 other s hand, the child ran on, straight through Plym 
 outh town, past all those safe chimney- nooks where 
 little children sheltered from the terror of the Dark 
 Day in their mother s arms ; past the doors where the 
 fathers of Plymouth anxiously considered the signs of 
 the times, and meditated with the naive self-importance 
 of Calvinism as to which of their personal or municipal 
 sins had brought down this chastisement upon the earth. 
 
 Yes, and past that smitten home where S uth ard 
 
A DAY OF TERROR. 431 
 
 Rowland lay dead, with Abiah, his wife, weeping over 
 him, and yet casting terrified glances at the windows 
 black at noon with the darkness of midnight, and half 
 listening to the whimpering of the children hiding at her 
 feet and in her lap ; the home where Hannah Rowland, 
 who only yesterday morning had heard the news of 
 her dear brother Consider s shipwreck and death, and 
 before night had met the bearers bringing in the body 
 of her other brother, now lay white and still upon her 
 bed in the little gable-bedroom, knowing nothing, caring 
 nothing for the terrors of the Dark Day, because her 
 own young days were forever darkened, and become 
 " as a post that hasteth by," and as a bird whose light 
 wings cleave the air and are gone. 
 
 Through the town and out upon the Kingston road, 
 the poor child ran, and on and on, mile after mile 
 through the darkness and the rain and the wild terror 
 that convulsed the baby heart, and still through the pow 
 ers of the tempest or the more terrible silences that fell 
 between, the weak plaintive voice rose, broken with sobs 
 and faint with terror and exhaustion : 
 
 " Daddy s man wants daddy ! " and " Daddy take 
 Daddy s man home to mammy ! " 
 
 On and on, more miles than one would dare to invent, 
 for the story is a true one, that poor baby strayed, and 
 by some strange chance came within hearing of no mor 
 tal ears, until toward night a voice from out the dark" 
 ness called to him : 
 
 " Come here ! Come to me ! Here ! " 
 
 And the poor baby, too weary and too frightened to 
 be shy, fell into that strange embrace, and in a moment 
 to sleep, whispering as his eyelids closed : 
 
 " Daddy s man wants mammy ! " 
 
432 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 With that second night the terror of darkness passed, 
 and the next day a red and blear-eyed sun gazed 
 drowsily upon the world from among copper-colored 
 clouds ; the birds and fowls awoke from their four-and- 
 twenty hours of roosting ; the cows, who had come low 
 ing home to be milked before noon on the previous day, 
 calmly betook themselves again to their meadows ; men 
 began to explain the late phenomena, to forget their 
 late terrors, to doubt and deny nearly all that had 
 passed, and to resume their old follies and wickedness. 
 In short, human nature, subdued for a while before the 
 mighty power of God s Nature, reasserted itself, and 
 went on in its accustomed fashion. 
 
 With the earliest dawn, a haggard and well-nigh 
 crazed couple, man and woman, came riding into Plym 
 outh upon one horse, and straight to Parson Bobbins 
 house. They were Reuben and Sally Butler, seeking 
 for their child, and they knew the parson to be at once 
 the wisest, the kindest, and the most influential man in 
 the town ; and they were justified, for, pausing only long 
 enough to jot down his thermal observations of the 
 Dark Day, and to lock up the sheets of paper he had 
 laid out in the rain, and was now drying before the fire 
 previous to examining them under the microscope, the 
 parson, leaving his wife to persuade the heart-stricken 
 pair to drink at least a good cup of coffee, if they could 
 not eat, went out and raised a search-party, which, fol 
 lowing the slight clue given by the child s departure 
 when the too easy townsman had allowed him to run 
 on after daddy s haycart, passed down the Kingston 
 road, beat the woods, inquired at every house, and so 
 worked on toward Plympton. 
 
 Bo s n, the great mastiff who guarded the farmer s 
 
A DAY OF TERROR. 433 
 
 homestead and was the child s favorite playfellow, was 
 one of the party, and knew as well as any member of it 
 for whom he was seeking ; and he it was who, at the 
 last, when, faint and weary, the men began to look at 
 each other and speak of " having to give it up," he it 
 was who, growling savagely at their speech, trotted off, 
 put his nose to the ground, whimpered impatiently, flew 
 into the bushes, out again into the road, circled round 
 always with his nose to the ground, cried out a note of 
 interrogation, glanced at his master as much as to 
 say, " Follow me, and let these fools do as they like ! " 
 and finally, picking up the scent again, led the way up a 
 grassy lane and bounded over a low wall, at sight of 
 which the men turned superstitious and said : 
 
 " T is Flympton churchyard ! He means to say the 
 child is dead ! " And as if to point their terrors, a ter 
 rific screech arose upon the air, a yell of pain and rage 
 from the dog, the noise of a scuffling combat, and the 
 faint wailing of a baby voice. 
 
 " The child ! " screamed Sally, and slid from behind 
 her husband to the ground and was over the wall in a 
 minute. The men followed, afraid, but yet ashamed to 
 be outdone by a woman, and presently came upon Bo s n 
 in mortal combat with a fierce black creature which 
 some of the party took for the devil and some for a 
 catamount. The men, absorbed in a fight, saw noth 
 ing more, but the woman, to whom creation was but a 
 detail in the search for her boy, flew past the struggling 
 creatures and seized him where he lay, weak and white 
 but alive, in the arms of a poor skeleton covered with 
 skin and wrapped in an old red cloak. 
 
 " Daddy s man want mammy ! " whispered the little 
 fellow, and curling his arm around his mother s neck, 
 
434 DR. LEBAEON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 laid his head upon her shoulder and watched with the 
 apathy of a sick child the rush of the men toward him 
 and the last furious struggle of the beasts, resulting in 
 the cat tearing herself away from the jaws of the dog 
 and fleeing to the woods, where she may yet be alive 
 for any testimony to the contrary. 
 
 " It s mother Crewe, and this is Baths^eby s grave," 
 said a Plympton man at last when all had gathered 
 about the poor effigy so mute and so harmless in their 
 midst. 
 
 "Then that was Milker, her black cat, that she 
 cursed folks with," faltered another, staring into the 
 woods. 
 
 " And she stole my boy ! " exclaimed the father in 
 slow fierce wrath, but the quicker-witted woman inter 
 posed. 
 
 " No she did n t, she saved him. See these leaves in 
 his hand, and his little tier is stained with berries. She 
 found him and was good to him. Say, baby, did the 
 old woman give you the berries and the sas fras ? " 
 
 " Ess, and divved me water." 
 
 " And she was good to you, waVt she, darling ? " 
 
 " Ess. S e singed, and Daddy s man wen by-by." 
 
 " She fed him, and sung him to sleep in her arms. 
 Men, bury her in her daughter s grave for the sake of 
 your own mothers and of this dear child whose life she 
 saved." 
 
 So spoke the woman, and was obeyed, so that in her 
 death mother Crewe was more honored than in her life, 
 
CHAPTER XLVI. 
 
 PHAIRO ! PHAIRO ! PHAIRO ! 
 
 THE Dark Day was a memory of the past, the dark 
 (lay of the Revolution was over, and many changes, his 
 torical, social, and personal, had passed over Plymouth, 
 when one fine morning, Pompey, once the slave of Gen 
 eral Goodwin, whose new uniform he had so discreetly 
 admired, but now a freeman living near Eel River and 
 supporting himself by capturing its denizens and selling 
 them in town, trudged past his late master s house with 
 his bag upon his back, and was hailed by the General s 
 brother William, recently married to Lydia, daughter 
 of Captain Simeon Samson, and a little over-glorious in 
 his new dignities, or so the old man who had known hini 
 as a baby fancied. 
 
 " Hullo, Pomp ! What have you in your bag, you old 
 villain ? Anything I can make use of at my house ? " 
 
 " Nuf n, mas r Billy, nuf n but what you 11 have 
 plenty of to you house fore long, nuf n but rheumatiz 
 an poberty." 
 
 William was still laughing at the retort when hif 
 brother appeared at the door, and politely saluting his 
 former servant, inquired : 
 
 " Any eels to-day, Pompey ? " 
 
 "Yes, mas Gen l, got some berry fine ones. Tefe 
 em roun to de kitch n door, mas r ? " 
 
 "Yes, a dozen of them. Here s a shilling, Pom 
 pey." 
 
436 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Scuse me, mas r, but dat on y pays f er half dozen. 
 Dey s two shillin a dozen dis mawnin." 
 
 " Two shillings, you rascal ! Why you never pre~ 
 tended to charge more than one shilling a dozen be 
 fore ! " exclaimed the general, indignantly. 
 
 " I knows it, mas r, I knows it berry well, but dey 
 won let me no more." 
 
 " They won t let you ! Who won t let you, Pomp ? " 
 demanded Mr. Goodwin, who had never heard of a 
 " trust." 
 
 "Well, III tell yo, mas r, on y I don wan mas 
 Billy sniggering away, like I was n a free nigger." 
 
 " Shut up, Bill. Well how was it, Pomp ? " 
 
 " W y, mas r, it was jes dis way. Bout sun-up dis 
 mawnin I went down to de pots, an sure nough dere 
 was bout four dozen lubly fat eel, an I says, Now, 
 nigger, dere s t ree shillin an half safe in you pouch, an 
 you s a-gwine pay for dem new closes right straight off, 
 on y dey is six shillin , an how de debbil is you gwine 
 fer ter stretch t ree shillin into six shillin ? Well, I 
 h ist de bag onter my shoulder, an I sot out down de 
 road, alluz a-cunjurin an a-cunjurin how t ree shillin 
 was gwine ter stretch ober six shillin worth o breeches, 
 w en des as I come by dat woodsey spot down crost 
 de brook, de pooties leetly bird eber you see, he come 
 fly in along, same as if he d come right out o heben, 
 an he lit on a teenty-tonty liT twig dat sent him teet- 
 erin up an down, up an down, an he sung it right 
 out, dis-a-way, E-e-ly, e-e-ly. Pompey, e-e-ly ! Sell oo 
 eely one-a-shillin two-a-shillin ! 
 
 And in the rich guttural notes of the negro voice the 
 old fellow warbled out the song-sparrow s cadence in 
 the words that certainly seemed to fit it as admirably 
 
PHAIRO! PHAIRO! PHAIRO! 437 
 
 as if they had been composed for it, as indeed they 
 had. 
 
 The Goodwins laughed, and the general, taking an 
 other coin from his pocket, tossed it to the old roman- 
 cist saying : 
 
 " Here, Pomp, here you are ! One shilling for a dozen 
 eels, and one shilling for the best lie I ve heard to-day." 
 
 " W y, I t out you and mas Billy was a-talkin w en I 
 come along," retorted Pompey, catching the coin in one 
 black paw ; and then as if afraid he had gone too far, 
 continued in a very plaintive voice : " Pears like you 
 wus alluz a-doin sumfin for dis pore chile, mas Gineral. 
 On y last monf we had dat elegan fun al fur poor ole 
 ma am Phyllis." 
 
 " She was your own mother, you heathen," interposed 
 William, indignantly. 
 
 "I know she wuz, mas Billy, leas ways ole mas r 
 said she wuz, an I s boun to b lieve him ; but den you 
 see, mas r, I ain t ben free long nough ter take up all 
 de w ite folks notions, an w en we was slaves it wa n t 
 no great count bout mudders and faders, we wus ole 
 niggers an liP niggers, an I ain t got in de way o 
 much else, not yit." 
 
 " Well, you re free now, Pompey, and if you re not 
 white it s because the Lord made you black, and we 
 can t help it." 
 
 " No, mas Gin al, you can help it, an I can help it," 
 replied Pompey, slowly ; but suddenly brightening, he 
 hoisted his bag of eels upon his shoulders, and touching 
 his brimless hat, made toward the kitchen door, saying : 
 " But dat wus mos an elegan fun al, mas Gin al, dat 
 yo make for my ole madder Phyllis. Ra al coffin, wid 
 shiny nails, an she a-layin out in de big front parlor, in 
 
438 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 a layloc caliker, as smart as mustard. Cur us dat w en 
 she was alive she would n a ben ask to set down in dat 
 room, an w en she was dead she c d lay dere, stretch 
 out full len th, an all de w ite folks takin off dey hats 
 to her ! Kin o cur us, but t was a elegan f un al, t ank 
 you, mas r." 
 
 He disappeared around the corner as he spoke, and 
 the brothers looked at each other rather dubiously. 
 
 " Pompey s no man s fool," remarked the elder, at 
 length, and they parted with a laugh. 
 
 As it chanced, that very afternoon, Priscilla Ham- 
 matt, tying her summer hood over her comely head, 
 and taking a covered basket in one hand and a bunch 
 of white lilies in the other, set forth for a visit to her 
 old friend Quasho, now living in a little cabin of his 
 own, near New Guinea, a settlement of manumitted 
 blacks a little west of the town. Willy, her oldest son 
 and favorite companion, capered along at her side. 
 
 " What s in the basket, mamma ? " asked he, peeping 
 and sniffing. 
 
 " Some goodies for poor uncle Quash, who is sick." 
 
 " I smell ginger-cake." 
 
 " Yes, extra sweet and gingery. Too good for little 
 boys." 
 
 And the mother turned a fond smile upon the little 
 fellow, who grinned appreciatively as he replied, 
 
 "Yes, bread and milk, and early to bed, and cold 
 baths, that s what makes boys grow strong and hardy." 
 
 " I m glad you ve learned your lesson so well, sir, 
 but you must n t mimic mamma." 
 
 " I did n t no, I mean I won t again. And are the 
 posies for uncle Quash, mamma ? " 
 
 " No, dear, the posies are for dear aunt Nan." 
 
PHA1RO ! PHAIRO ! PHAIRO ! 439 
 
 And Willy, suddenly quiet, turned with his mother up 
 through the alley between the old LeBaron house and 
 that of James Hovey, brother of Parson Hovey and 
 father of Abiah Rowland. Mr. Hovey himself was now 
 dead, and the estate was bought by Joshua Thomas, but 
 the alley remained, as it does to this day, and then, as 
 now, afforded a short and direct path to Burying Hill. 
 
 " Does aunt Nan know that you bring flowers to her, 
 mamma ? " asked the boy, as the two breasted the hill 
 and stood for a moment to breathe, just where now lie 
 the graves of William Goodwin and Lydia, his wife, 
 and her heroic father, Captain Simeon Samson. 
 
 " No, darling, aunt Nan is not there ; she is in 
 heaven and yet love strong and faithful as oura 
 cannot die ; perhaps it makes a bridge that spirit feet 
 can tread ; perhaps you know it, darling." 
 
 Willy knew that his mother did not speak to him, and 
 made no reply, except a wistful upward look, and the 
 two passed on through the short brown grass, past the 
 graves where Gideon White and Joanna Rowland, his 
 wife, lay at peace. He, happy in that he had at last 
 entered into a kingdom which no revolution can ever 
 convert into a republic, and she content that her bones 
 lie in Burying Hill, and not like those of her sister 
 Winslow, in an alien soil. 
 
 Close behind the mendacious monument to John How- 
 land the Pilgrim, his great-grandson Consider had been 
 laid to rest, and near his stone and that of his wife their 
 daughter s grave had been made, as if even in death 
 they would shelter and love her. A new stone, not 
 mossed as now, but fresh from the graver s hand, had 
 recently been set, and while Priscilla laid her lilies 
 above the maiden s breast, Willy, who had not seen it, 
 
440 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 threw himself upon his knees and spelt out the inscrip 
 tion : 
 
 " Sic transit gloria mundi. 
 
 To THE MEMORY OF 
 Miss HANNAH How LAND, 
 WHO DIED OF A LANGUISHMENT, 
 JAN. 25, 1780. 
 
 For us they languish, and for us they die, 
 
 And shall they languish, shall they die in vain ! " 
 
 " What does the poetry mean, mamma ? And those 
 words over the top Sic transit, and the rest of it ? " 
 
 " That is Latin, my darling, and means that she was 
 too beautiful and too sweet for this poor earth, so passed 
 to heaven. That is what Parson Robbins told me. He 
 made it, and so he did the poetry." 
 
 " And what does that mean ? " persisted the boy. 
 
 " I can hardly make you understand, Willy. Only 
 you know that Christ died for you, don t you ? " 
 
 " In the Catechism ? " 
 
 " That tells about it, but as you grow up and have 
 your own sorrows, my poor lamb, you will learn a great 
 deal more about it than the Catechism can teach. But, 
 because He died, and so, by his own innocent suffering, 
 saved us all from hell, so good people his elect, as 
 they are called can, by their own sufferings and 
 prayers, join themselves to his Merits, and gain pardon 
 in some degree for those they love. Aunt Nan was 
 good nobody could have been better, I believe, and 
 she suffered much, and some of her kin died as if by a 
 judgment, and that made her so sorry that she mourned 
 herself to death, and the parson said she died like a 
 lamb of sacrifice, so he wrote that. You don t under 
 stand much about it, do you, Willy ? " 
 
PHAIRO! PHAIRO! PHAIRO! 441 
 
 "Not much, mamma, but I loved aunt Nan dearly, 
 and I love you, but " 
 
 "But what, Willy?" 
 
 " I don t think I love God, if He wants people to kill 
 themselves with crying about other people s being 
 naughty. Does n t He love anybody ? " 
 
 " Oh, child, child, hush this minute ! Why, Willy, 
 it s awful to talk that way, and the ground might open 
 and swallow you up alive. I m really frightened." 
 
 Willy regarded the ground under his feet, found that 
 it still seemed pretty solid, looked up at the blue sky, 
 full of summer sunshine, and at last fixed his serious 
 eyes upon his mother s face, really pale with horror. 
 
 " Don t look so scared, mother. I don t believe God 
 heard that time, and I won t talk about Him any more." 
 
 Truly, it must have been very difficult for staunch 
 Calvinistic mothers to teach their boys about spiritual 
 things without converting them either into rebels or 
 cowards. 
 
 Silent and puzzled, Priscilla walked on past the graves 
 of her grandfather the nameless nobleman, and Mary, 
 his tardily faithful wife ; past the grave of Elder Gush- 
 man, and the still plainly-defined site of the fort Myles 
 Standish had commanded and loved so well ; down the 
 hill and Spring Lane, and up the Carver road until, 
 coming to the house of William Fallowell, she turned 
 south into the old Indian trail, and so came at last to a 
 cluster of cabins occupied mostly by the manumitted 
 slaves of Plymouth, nearly all of whom chose liberty 
 with poverty and discomfort, to the mildest slavery that 
 ever existed. Raising the latch of one of these doors, 
 Mrs. Hammatt walked in at once, but stood for a mo 
 ment dazed by the sudden transition from brilliant sun 
 light to smoky darkness. 
 
442 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Dat you, Mis Pris ? And lil mas r Billy ! You s 
 welcome, chil n, welcome as de flowers in May, dat you 
 looks like, Mis Prissy, my dear." 
 
 " Why, uncle Quash ! Are you in bed ? Are you 
 sick ? Here, let me open the door and get some light. 
 What s the matter, uncle ? " 
 
 " Oh, Mis Pris, it s de grasshoppers de grass 
 hoppers dat s a burden. De pore ole man s a-goin , 
 a-goin fas . Mas r be right glad to see his ole nigger, 
 dough I don s pose he want his queue tied ; but dere 11 
 be somefin, somefin fer ole Quash ter do fer mas r. 
 Pears like t would n t be hebben if dere was n t." 
 
 " Mamma s made you some gingerbread, extra sweet 
 and gingery, uncle Quash," said Willy gently, as he 
 crept close up to the pillow of the old man, whom Pris- 
 cilla was shocked to see looking so changed. 
 
 " Dat jes like yo mammy, mas r Billy, an shore 
 nought you s gwine ter tek after her. Eber sence she 
 wuz a lilly white pooty missy wi yaller curls all down 
 her back, she ben good to ole Quash and all de rest ob 
 de folks like him : de sick, an de ole, an de helpless, an 
 dem dat hed no frien s, dem s de folks my Mis Pris 
 alluz was runnin arter, w ile de spruce young fellers 
 was a-runnin arter her." 
 
 " Here, uncle Quash, open your mouth and take this 
 jelly. It s calves foot and has some good old port in 
 it. There, another spoonful ! Now don t you feel a 
 little stronger ? " 
 
 " Shore nough I does, Mis Pris ! Dere s a kin o 
 savin grace in port wine jelly, but I nebber got much 
 ob it cept w en my young mist esses got married. 
 How s Miss Betsey, Mis Prissy, my dear ? " 
 
 " Very well, Quasho. Mr. Robbins was here the 
 other day from Norfolk, and they have another baby." 
 
PHAIRO! PHAIRO! PHAIRO ! 443 
 
 "Since lil mas r Tommy Bobbins? " 
 
 " Yes. This one is called Francis LeBaron, after my 
 dear brother, you know." 
 
 Yes, won er ef 1 11 meet up wid mas r Frank in 
 de oder worl , an ef he 11 ask fer de key o de apple- 
 house ? " 
 
 " You re not going to the other world just yet, uncle 
 Quash, don t you think it ! Why, what should I do, 
 with all my dear old home broken up and gone ! " 
 
 And as the young woman laid her white and dimpled 
 hand upon the old man s forehead and bent lovingly 
 over him he opened his eyes, those piteous umber-colored 
 eyes that make a sick negro look so very sick, and whis 
 pered : 
 
 " Sen mas r Billy out de door, Mis Pris." 
 
 " Run away, darling, and wait for mamma outside. 
 Go and see Chloe s children if you like, and give them 
 these ground-nuts." 
 
 The child, glad, perhaps, to get out of the dark and 
 pain-infected atmosphere, went out, closing the door 
 after him, and Priscilla, moistening her poor old ser 
 vant s lips with some lemonade she had been making, 
 asked soothingly : 
 
 " What is it, Quash ? What have you to tell me ? " 
 
 " Mis Prissy, my dear, I s got my warning. I s got 
 it shore." 
 
 " A warning, Quash ? What sort of a warning ? " 
 
 " Las night it was so hot an clost dat I could n 
 sleep, nor yet I could n wake. Mas r was roun , and 
 Phyllis, an ole mist s your mammy, Mis Pris, an* 
 mas r Frank, oh, de ole shanty was chock full o white 
 folks an sarvents " 
 
 " You were feverish, uncle Quash, and dreamed, 
 
444 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 that was all ! " interrupted Priscilla, soothingly. Quasho 
 closed his eyes wearily, waited till she had done, and 
 continued in exactly the same tone. 
 
 " An dat Cal line woman dat mas r make me merry 
 cause she d got a baby, she was here, like her impe- 
 rent, low-live manners comin in long o de w ite folks 
 an all to wonst dere by de window or des outside some 
 one set up a-hollerin , * Phair-o ! Phair-o ! Phair-o ! an* 
 mas r he turn roun an beckoned me wid he forefinger 
 des the way he use ter, an went out, and den it hollered 
 ag in Phairo ! Phairo ! an all de res ob em dey 
 nod an beckon an pass out, an all de time dat voice 
 nebber stop, nebber stop hollerin Phairo ! An it s a 
 warnin , an fore many days ole Quash 11 be buried in 
 de Red Sea o de f, same as dat ole time Phairo was 
 w en de wheels o dem carts got mired, and de drivers 
 could n lick dere hosses hard nough to mek em pull 
 froo ." 
 
 " But Quash ! Dear old uncle Quash ! You know as 
 well as I do that it is the crickets that make that noise ! 
 I heard them too, last night, and I often hear them." 
 
 " An doos yo fader come a-beckonin all de time ? " 
 asked Quasho, sarcastically. 
 
 " No, but " 
 
 " Den, Mis Prissy, my dear, you don know noffin 
 about it, an you need n try ter teach yo ole unc Quash 
 how ter suck eggs, cause he know how long time fore 
 you was born. Don you git mad now, Mis Prissy, 
 will yo , honey ? " 
 
 " No, indeed, uncle Quash. But you must let Mr. 
 Isaac come up and see you, and give you some medicine, 
 and I shall come again to-morrow or next day, and if 
 you would be more comfortable you shall be moved to 
 
PHAIRO! PHAIRO! PHA1RO! 445 
 
 my house, or to your own old room in Mr. Isaac s house 
 as it is now " 
 
 "Nebber was berry fon o Mis Patty Howlan ," 
 muttered Quash, discontentedly. 
 
 " Mrs. Isaac, you ought to call her," corrected Pris- 
 cilla, gently ; but the invalid had grown tired and per 
 verse, only brightening a moment as his visitor bade 
 him good-by to say : 
 
 " Nebber min ole nigger s cranky ways, Mis Prissy, 
 my dear, dey 11 soon be all buried up long o him, an 
 dere s one quest I s got to make berry pertikler, fore 
 dat time come." 
 
 "What is it, Quash?" 
 
 " I wants to be berried right crost mas r s two feet, 
 clost up so s ef he felt kin o cold an stretched em out 
 in bed, he d find ole nigger s heart to warm em on. 
 We slep dat way out in de woods one night, an I make 
 my min den, dat s de way we d lay down f er good long 
 comferbable sleep twell ole Gab el s horn come to call us 
 up fer jedgmen . 
 
 " Wy, Mis Prissy, my dear, I did n go fer ter mek 
 you cry s cuse me honey dry up dem pooty eyes, or 
 I 11 hab to knock my ole head ag in de floor at yo lil 
 feet fer pardon." 
 
 " Oh, uncle Quash, uncle Quash, I shall be so lonesome 
 don t go dear, faithful uncle Quash, don t go and 
 leave me, don t ! " 
 
 " Oh, Mis Prissy, chile, dere s no halt nor stan at 
 ease in dis march. We s got to step along one right 
 after t oder, an de dark woods swallers up one file an 
 den de nex , an den de nex , an still we s got to march 
 w en de cap n says march, an dere s no respec o per 
 sons neider : men an women an lil chil en, de w ite 
 
446 DR. LsBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 gen lefolk an de brack sarvents, de good an de bad an 
 de indipperen , dey all keep step, an dey all get swal- 
 lered up in de brack woods ; an w at lies t oder side we 
 has n seen, nor de pos riders don bring no news. Par 
 son Robbins t ink he know all bout it, but ole Quash 
 don purtend, no, nor don keer, mas r someweers 
 dere, an Quash 11 fin him out an wait on him. Neb- 
 ber no more de f to come between. Good-by, Mis 
 Prissy, my dear, good-by but not fer long. Yo lilly 
 feet marchin along, an de picaninnies an all. Bimeby 
 we 11 all git to-gedder ag in, an dey nebber 11 sing 
 Phairo ! Phairo ! Phairo ! under our winders dere." 
 
CHAPTER XLVII. 
 
 THE WOMAN SOLDIER. 
 
 "HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowline, 
 
 The darling of our crew ; 
 No more he 11 hear the tempest rollin , 
 For death has broached him to." 
 
 So sang or muttered Simeon Samson, pacing up and 
 down the brow of Cole s Hill, just over the bones of 
 those Pilgrims who in the first months had been laid 
 to rest in wheat-sown graves. 
 
 " Ah well, ah well I wonder if Dawson is laid on 
 the shelf this fellow Nelson seems forging ahead of 
 the rest I d like to meet him on the high seas on 
 equal terms well, well if Deb wants a farm I sup 
 pose she 11 have one, and I 11 see if a man that s 
 ploughed the seas for twenty years can plough the land 
 as well, and if I can t why, if there s no fighting to 
 be done there s the merchant service. 
 * Here, a sheer hulk " 
 
 The song broke off abruptly, for a horse cantering 
 down Middle Street halted close at his side, and a 
 blithe voice demanded : 
 
 " Is n t this Captain Samson ? " 
 
 " At your service, madam." 
 
 " Then I m your cousin Deborah Samson, or, if you 
 will, I m Private Robert Shurtliffe, late of the Conti 
 nental Army, and now discharged with a certificate of 
 good conduct." 
 
448 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 "You are welcome, cousin. I have heard of you 
 from my wife, and though you did n t make out to sail 
 in my ship, we are in the same boat now, for my occu 
 pation s gone as well as yours. Peace is a good thing 
 for peaceable folks, but a poor thing for fighters like 
 you and me." 
 
 " I m thinking of being married, for my part," said 
 Deborah, bluntly. 
 
 " Aye ? Well, then, for God s sake lay your fight 
 ing gear aside. Come, let me take you off your horse 
 h m, I forgot your training, but the petticoats must 
 hamper you a good deal in such manreuvres, don t they ? " 
 
 Deborah, who had flung herself off her horse in a 
 very masculine fashion, laughed, yet glancing shrewdly 
 at her cousin s face, frowned a little. 
 
 " You don t want women stealing your trade, do you, 
 cousin ? Well, I had no man to fight for me, as your 
 wife has, and when I heard those guns on Bunker Hill, 
 I could n t stay idle, and there are two or three fewer 
 enemies of American Independence in the world than 
 there would have been if I had n t gone." 
 
 The captain turned his keen blue eyes upon the face 
 of the speaker, but said nothing, and she, laughing 
 loudly, continued : 
 
 " You re glad I m not your wife, and so am I, 
 cousin. Two of a trade seldom agree, especially two 
 master- workmen like you and me, so I 11 forgive you 
 your thought." 
 
 " Well, well ! we won t fight each other. Come into 
 the house and see my wife, while I put up your horse 
 and bring in the saddle-bags. You 11 stay with us for 
 a while, I hope." 
 
 " Over one day, I was determined in my own mind 
 
THE WOMAN SOLDIER. 449 
 
 to have a good look at you and a good talk, before I 
 married and settled down. It was knowing about you 
 that led me to offer myself to our country." 
 
 That evening a circle of friends and neighbors col 
 lected round the fire in the great kitchen of the house 
 on Middle Street, all intent to see and hear something 
 of the woman soldier, whose fame had gone abroad 
 throughout the army ; the fame of dauntless courage, 
 great zeal, quick comprehension, and ready obedience 
 to orders, and a discretion so great and so consistent 
 that her sex had never been suspected, until, overcome 
 by illness and exhaustion, she fell senseless, and the 
 surgeon placed his hand upon her heart to determine 
 whether she were alive. 
 
 Many of our friends were in that circle, and as in 
 most assemblies in old-time Plymouth, all were either 
 kith or kin to the rest. Lydia, the daughter of the 
 house, was there with William Goodwin, her husband ; 
 and his mother, born Lydia Le Baron, and his brother, 
 Francis LeBaron Goodwin, with his new-made wife, 
 Jenny Robbins ; then there was Lydia s sister Priscilla, 
 with Abraham Hammatt, her husband, and Margot, 
 their orphaned sister ; Henry Goodwin, late captain s 
 clerk on board the Independence, was near his captain, 
 as he always was when he might be ; and Isaac LeBaron, 
 with Martha Howland and one of S uth ard s daughters, 
 was there ; and Parson Robbins had strolled along with 
 his daughter Jenny, and sat in the doorway, half protest 
 ing by his attitude and manner against the encourage 
 ment of female soldiery, but still, as a student of men 
 and manners, he could not but listen while the heroine 
 in her clear brisk voice, went on : 
 
 " I was mustered into the service at Worcester, and 
 
450 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 soon joined the army at West Point, and was rated in 
 Captain Webb s company, Colonel Shepard s regiment, 
 and General Patterson s brigade. Here I learned the 
 manual, practiced the step, and got my uniform : a blue 
 coat faced with white, white waistcoat and breeches ; 
 half-boots and black stockings with leather garters under 
 the knee ; a black stock made of velvet and very barba 
 rously stiffened with leather ; a cap with a many-colored 
 cockade on one side, and a white plume tipped with 
 red on the other, and a white scarf tied around the 
 crown. 
 
 " Then I had a French fusee and bayonet, a knapsack, 
 cartridge-box, and thirty cartridges, and was ready for 
 the fray. Six weeks later it came, and we had a skir 
 mish at White Plains, where my left-hand comrade 
 was shot dead, and I found the smell of battle first 
 sickening, and then so intoxicating that I fought like a 
 fury. After this we joined the French forces from 
 Newport, under Count Rochambeau, and finally marched 
 south, passing through Philadelphia, where the people 
 climbed on each other s shoulders to cheer us as we 
 passed, and feasted us on the best the city could afford. 
 It was there that a young lady fell in love with Robert 
 Shurtliffe, and sorely embarrassed him with her posies 
 and her poetry and love-billets ; but this pleasant pas 
 time soon gave way to fierce realities, when we came to 
 the siege of Yorktown, and for seven days a continuous 
 battle raged all along the line, and our poor fellows, 
 cold, hungry, half clothed, and half equipped, fought 
 against Cornwallis and eight thousand British regulars. 
 That s the time George Washington, God bless him," 
 and as she spoke Deborah rose straight and rigid to 
 her feet, and saluted, as if in presence of the Com- 
 
THE WOMAN SOLDIER. 451 
 
 mander in Chief, " showed what was in him. He and 
 Rochambeau and de Grasse saved the country " 
 
 " Under God ! " interpolated Doctor Bobbins sternly. 
 
 " Yes, Parson, under God of course, but if they had n t 
 been the men they were, God s battle would have been 
 lost." 
 
 " And what did you do, Deborah ? " asked Captain 
 Samson hurriedly, for the parson s brow was ominous. 
 
 " Oh, I did as I was bid. The 7th of October, I was 
 one of the party ordered to open a trench within a 
 mile of the enemy s batteries. It was cold, but the work 
 warmed us, I assure you ; my hands were soon blis 
 tered, and my back well-nigh broke, but I never shirked 
 nor faltered, and after sunset, when we were relieved 
 I could scarce stand on my feet. General Lincoln, wh(? 
 commanded our detachment, chanced to spy me, an^ 
 stopped to say : 
 
 " This work s too hard for you, my lad. Get to your 
 tent and have a sleep until noon. 
 
 " Three days later I was one of a party detailed to 
 carry a redoubt which was enfilading our advanced forces. 
 We were led on by the Marquis de Lafayette, and we 
 fell upon the enemy like fire from heaven or the other 
 place " 
 
 A slight bustle near the door told that the parson had 
 taken his departure, but the soldier went on, unconscious 
 of her offense : 
 
 " Oh, I tell you, friends, we have cause to love the 
 French, and you LeBarons may be proud of your an 
 cestry ; Lafayette and the Baron de Viomenil were the 
 heroes of that splendid assault, and we who followed did 
 but move with the impulse of their fiery zeal oh, it was 
 glorious, it was glorious, that rush, and when the re* 
 
452 DR. LEBARON AND ms DAUGHTERS. 
 
 doubts were gained, and some of our men, crazed with the 
 combat, would have slain unarmed prisoners, the French 
 men interfered and beat them back, showing themselves 
 masters of their own tempers and of their soldiers, even 
 in the moment of bloody victory. 
 
 " Well, we got back to Philadelphia, and Robert saw 
 his sweetheart again, and broke a sixpence with her, and 
 bade her a tender farewell till the war should be over 
 and he could come back to marry her, and then we went 
 into winter-quarters on the Hudson. The next June I 
 was one of a party of volunteers to protect the patriot 
 citizens of western Massachusetts from the British and 
 Tories who molested them. We had a sharp skirmish, 
 and I got two wounds, one in the head, to which I con 
 fessed, and one in the leg, which I concealed. Fortu 
 nately, the first was severe enough to send me into the 
 hospital, where I contrived to secrete lint and ointment 
 enough from the surgeon s tray to dress the hidden 
 wound, after myself extracting the ball ; but it was sorry 
 work, sorry work, and as I lay there exhausted and 
 fevered I thought a good deal about my mother. 
 
 " But I soon recovered, and was in more than a dozen 
 sharp fights, did a good deal of scouting, stayed within 
 the enemy s lines to nurse a comrade, and after he died 
 had a narrow squeak of it to make my escape, served 
 General Patterson as aid-de-camp during the absence of 
 Major Haskell, and lived in the general s family on 
 terms of intimacy. 
 
 " After peace was proclaimed but not ratified, I got 
 leave to go to Philadelphia to visit kind although mis 
 taken friends, but before reaching them was struck down 
 by a malignant fever and carried to a hospital. I was 
 given up for dead, and lay unconscious for a long time, 
 
THE WOMAN SOLDIER. 453 
 
 but finally revived just in time to hear the soldier nurses 
 quarreling over my clothes, which they were to divide. 
 That provoked me so sorely that I moved my hand and 
 said something, but what I know not, for I relapsed at 
 once into unconsciousness, and when I awoke found my 
 self in the apartments of Mrs. Parker, the matron of the 
 hospital, who raised my head and held a cup to my lips, 
 saying, 
 
 " Oh, you foolish girl, how came you here ! 
 
 " Dr. Binney was very kind to me, and as soon as I 
 could sit up, took me home to his own house, where his 
 daughters gave me some clothes and marveled hugely 
 at my adventures. Then I went back to General Patter 
 son, who presented Deborah Samson with Robert Shurt- 
 liffe s honorable discharge, and here I am. Cousin 
 Samson, my throat is wondrous dry. Have you a mug 
 of cider at hand, and may I step out for a breath or two 
 of fresh air ? It is a long while since I have lived in 
 houses." 
 
 " Lyddy, come and help me bring out some cider and 
 something stronger, for our friends," said Mistress Sam 
 son, rising and nodding to her daughter Goodwin. " It 
 seems to me, we all need a little something to revive 
 our courage after our cousin s story." 
 
 " I wonder what sort of man has ventured to ask her 
 to marry him ? " suggested William Goodwin, who 
 liked to be master in his own house, and as the company 
 filled their glasses, a significant smile went round. 
 
CHAPTER XLVIII. 
 
 OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY 
 
 AND you 11 really go and leave us all, little sister ? " 
 
 " Yes, Priscilla, dearly as I love you, I must love my 
 husband better ; but oh, Pris, I do love you ! " And 
 Margot s arms went round her sister s neck, and her 
 bright flower-face hid itself upon the other s matronly 
 kerchief. 
 
 " And I love my little Margot our father s pet and 
 darling." 
 
 " Oh, Pris, you 11 tend his grave you like to go up 
 there ; but I don t dare. It seems oh, I can t tell 
 how it seems ; but I can t go up on the hill even to bid 
 father s grave good-by, and that little Margaret that 
 died, and lies next to mother, it always seems as if it 
 might have been me. I can t bear to see Margaret 
 LeBaron on a gravestone." 
 
 " Yet Margaret Montarnaud must some day have a 
 grave," suggested Priscilla, reprovingly. 
 
 " Oh, don t ! How can you, Pris, just the last day 
 I m with you ! " 
 
 And the little thing began to sob and cling like a 
 limpet to her sister s neck. 
 
 " My pet, do you remember what our sister Betty said 
 to you when she was here at father s funeral ? " 
 
 No that is I don t know " 
 
 " She tried to make you see that now you are woman 
 grown, and have married " 
 
OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY. 455 
 
 " Not yet a day married ! " 
 
 " Still you are married, Madame de Montarnaud, 
 and, as Betty said, it hardly becomes a woman old 
 enough to be a wife to cherish the follies of a child. 
 You must learn to face the hard things, and the rough 
 things, and the painful things of life, Margaret, for they 
 will come to you, as they come to all of us every one. 
 Oh, sweet little sister, darling pet, my precious Margot, 
 you know how I, how all of us, would shield you if we 
 could ; but we cannot, child, we cannot, the dark 
 things of life will come to you " 
 
 " Philip, Philip ! " cried the young wife, breaking 
 from her sister s arms and rushing into those of her hus 
 band, who, coming in at the open door, paused in amaze 
 ment at the Niobean group before him, for Priscilla was 
 crying softly, even as she exhorted to courage. 
 
 " Oh, Phil, Pris is saying I ve got to be unhappy and 
 wretched, and see things I don t want to, and cry 1 
 don t want to, Phil I don t want to. And I can t go 
 up on the Hill again I m afraid to." 
 
 "There, there, Mignonne! there, there! Hide thy 
 curly head here, and close thine eyes tight, so as to see 
 no what is it now ? no boo-a-boo." 
 
 And at his queer pronunciation of the word, Margot 
 lifted her head and laughed until the tears yet upon her 
 cheeks found wells in the dimples, and one looked for a 
 rainbow, so brightly did the sun shine through the 
 shower. 
 
 " Oh, there s Mercy Watson I must speak to her 
 once more," cried she, before the laugh was done, and 
 out at the door she sped, leaving her husband and sister 
 face to face. 
 
 " You will be very patient with her, Philip ! She is 
 a petted child, rather than a responsible woman." 
 
456 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Fear nothing, dear good sister. I understand her 
 perfectly perfectly. She is not like you or Madame 
 Bobbins, or the others. She took none of her nature 
 from the respectable Rock down there." 
 
 And the Frenchman bowed with a courteous wave of 
 his hat. 
 
 "She is not at all of New England ; oh, not at all ; 
 but she is French of the French. She loves beauty, and 
 sunshine, and music, and flowers, and laughter ; and the 
 other things, they ah ! they pain her, they wound 
 her, as the brush to scrub with would wound her so 
 charming little rose-leaf hands. And yet, my sister, if 
 the occasion came, if she had a baby in her arms, and 
 a savage approached, would she drop it and flee ? Not 
 at all, not at all ! not so quickly as that brave Amazon 
 whose story I hear from all of you. That one has her 
 courage, no doubt, but Margot has a finer courage, the 
 courage of good blood, of good birth, of honor and of 
 chivalry, of nobility, the one is the mastiff, who flies 
 at the throat of a house-breaker ; the other is the hum 
 ming-bird, that darts fearlessly in the face of man or 
 woman if her nest is threatened. Ah, Madame Pris- 
 cilla, I know my Margot better than you do, and I am 
 well content ; yes, and she shall be content, I do prom 
 ise you on the faith of a gentleman, by my mother s 
 grave, by my hopes of eternity." 
 
 " Well, Philip, if you are content, and if you will 
 make her happy, I have no more to say. It is true 
 enough that she is unlike the rest of us, and I think our 
 father and she were perhaps nearer to each other than 
 than some others ; but she is very, very dear to me." 
 
 " And to me, sister," with which astonishing announce 
 ment Monsieur de Montarnaud took his sister-in-law by 
 
OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY. 457 
 
 the hand and lightly kissed her on each cheek, a cere 
 mony witnessed by two persons coming in at opposite 
 doors. 
 
 " Here, here ! Who s kissing my wife ? " exclaimed 
 Abraham Hammatt, from one side, and, 
 
 " Now, now ! That s my husband, if you please, Mrs 
 Harnmatt, and not yours ! " cried Margot, and then, 
 dancing up to her brother-in-law, she held up a soft 
 round cheek, saying, " And perhaps, Aby, you d better 
 kiss me a little, just to make things square." 
 
 " With all the pleasure in life, my dear, and not the 
 first time, either." 
 
 Four-and-twenty hours later a little group of friends 
 stood on Cole s Hill, watching a ship called La Reine 
 Blanche, bound toward Bordeaux from Plymouth, make 
 her stately way out of the harbor. On the deck a slen 
 der girl clung to her husband s arm, and sobbed, and 
 sobbed, and wiped her eyes, and held the handkerchief 
 above her head, and cried incoherent good-bys, and 
 wild words of farewell, that the wind bore away to the 
 laughing and dimpling sea beyond the Gurnet, which 
 seemed to say, " Oh, she will smile and laugh with me 
 ere long," and on the shore a grave, sweet woman, 
 comely and young, yet steadfast and restrained, stood, 
 and waved her handkerchief, while the tears ran quietly 
 down her cheeks and fell upon the dust that covered 
 Katharine Carver s head. 
 
 " There, they ve rounded Beach Point, and are stand 
 ing out. Come, wife, t is ill luck to watch them out of 
 sight," said Abraham Hammatt, and Priscilla, the sup 
 pressed emotion of her heart suddenly surging over its 
 bounds, pressed both hands to her heart and flung them 
 seaward, crying : 
 
458 DR. LEBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 " Oh, God bless you ! God in heaven hless you, my 
 little sister ! " 
 
 And that night there were fresh flowers on the grave 
 of Lazarus LeBaron, laid there with the whispered 
 
 Margot says good-by, dear ! " 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 CAPTAIN SAMSON S PETITION TO THE PROVINCIAL 
 CONGRESS. 1 
 
 HALUFAX HARBOR ON BOARD THE GARD SHIP. 
 January, 20th, 1777. 
 
 GENTLEMEN, I take this Opportunity to Inform you 
 with my misfoi-ten of being taken which happen d on the 25 
 of November Last, being then 6 or 7 Leagues Distance to 
 the Southward of Cape Sables att 4 o Clock P. M., fell in with 
 the Sloop of War Called the Hope of 16 Guns upwards of 
 100 Men, Command by George Dawson, and the Nancy 
 Transport with 16 Guns & 60 men, they being Bound from 
 this Port to fort Cumberland in the Bay of fonday. I soon 
 came to Action with the Hope, the Nancy lying att the Dis 
 tance of half a mile. But the Officer on Board the Nancy 
 Seeing me attack the Hope Closely for more than one Hour 
 Came up and ingage d me on the Larboard Quarter at the 
 Same time the Hope on my Starboard Beam. The Action 
 continue 4 aBout 3 Glasses, But finding my Self over Mach a 
 By the two, my Riggnin & Sales in a Shattard Condision & 
 in a miserable Situation I thought most Prudent to Sheare of 
 which I Did But the Enemy out Sale 8 me came up & after 
 making a running Fight for Sometime was under the Dis 
 agreeable Nicsaty of Submitting. 
 
 I had some men kill d in the Engagement, and 7 wounded, 
 2 of whom nave Since Dye d with There Wounds, the Lose of 
 the Enemy is at presant unsartain. the 6 Instant the Ship 
 that I was a Board of in the Bay of funday arriv d at this 
 Port & the 8 tb I was put on Board this Ship with the most 
 of my Crew, whare I met with a number of my Brother 
 i Page 336. 
 
460 DR. LzBARON AND HIS DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Countrymen that have unhapaly fell in to the hands of our 
 Cruel Enemies. 
 
 We are all in Number on Board 100 and in General in a 
 Deplorable Situation, having Been robbed off most of our 
 Clothing By the Different Ships we ware taken by. one of 
 my men was Froze to Death the 13 th inst & there is about 
 40 more froze Some Badly 4 Sent to the Hospittle wone of 
 which So Badly froze tis thought he will Loos Both his Leggs, 
 the Ship we are a Board of is ould open & Leaky, it is the 
 Enclemency of the Season, are short of Provisions and Nes- 
 saray" of Life Shant think Strange if many of us Should not 
 Survive until the Opning of the Spring Except Some mea- 
 thod Can be taken to Exchange prisners this matter I Beg 
 your Honours will take into Consideration and that a Nego- 
 siation may take place as soon as possible, this matter I refer 
 to a pertition we have all Ready Sent you from this Ship. 
 
 Gentlemen I am with Grate Asteem your Most Obed* 
 Humble Servant att Command SIM" SAMSON 
 
 N. B. The Brig 6 Independence is not arrived in this port 
 as y e t & I flatter myself she has Return 4 to the State She 
 Belon 8 to 
 
 To this letter is appended the following hint as to the 
 action of Congress upon our hero s simple and manly appeal, 
 
 In the house of Representatives Feb. 7, 1777. 
 
 Read and thereupon Ordered that the Council be desired 
 to take the Same into Consideration & Endeavour to procure 
 the Officers & Seamen prisoners in the State of New Hamp 
 shire & Collect those in this State and send them in a Flagg 
 to Hallifax for the purpose of redeeming Capt. Samson 
 his Officers & Company & as many others now prisoners 
 there as can be. Sent up for Concurrence 
 
 J. WARREN SPKR. 
 
 And J. Warren, Speaker, was James Warren of Plymouth, 
 late partner in the firm of Goodwin & Warren, Captain 
 Samson s first owners. 
 
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