SAM LAWSON. SAM LAWSON S OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. OTitfj Illustration** BOSTON: HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY. Btomsfoc p00, (Eamfcfoffe. 1881. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, Bv JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO., In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. Boston : Stereotyped and Printed by Rand, A very, & Co. /eg/ CONTENTS. THE GHOST IN THE MILL ..9 THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS 95 THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPEB ...... 53 THE WIDOW S BANDBOX . 79 CAPTAIN KIDD S MONET 103 "Mis ELDEKKIN S PITCHER" . 122 THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE .... 139 COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES 160 THE BULL-FIGHT . . . . . . . . .177 How TO FIGHT THE DEVIL . "". 190 LAUGHIN IN MEETIN* 200 TOM TOOTHACHE S GHOST STORY 217 THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE .232 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION . . . 248 A STUDENT S SEA STORY 267 M70880. * ILLUSTEATIONS. [The Drawings by F. O. C. Darley, Augustus Hoppin, and John J. Harley.] PAGE. SAM LAWSON Frontispiece. "DO, DO, TELL US A STOEY " 3 "OLD CACK KNEW HIM TOO" 20 "HULDY CAME BEHIND, JIST CHOKIN* WITH LAUGH " . . 65 "I VE THROWN THE PIG IN THE WELL" 70 " AND GIN HIM A REGULAR BEAR*S HUG " . . . . 99 "THEY DUG DOWN ABOUT FIVE FEET" 119 " GREAT GOLD EAGLES AND GUINEAS FLEW ROUND THE KITCHEN " 138 "SHE STOOD THERE, LOOKIN RIGHT AT CINTHY". . . 149 "HE WAS TOOK WITH THE SHINE O* THESE SHOE-BUCKLES " 174 "HE BETHOUGHT HIM OF OLD MUMP S GUN". . . .187 "WAL, TM THE DEVIL, SEZ HE" 19? AND KNOCKED HIM HEAD OVER HEELS INTO THE BROAD AISLE" . 213 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. THE GHOST IN THE MILL. OME, Sam, tell us a story," said I, as Har ry and I crept to his *= knees, in the glow of the bright evening firelight; while Aunt Lois was busily rat tling the tea-things, and grandmamma, at the other end of the fireplace, was quietly setting the heel of a blue-mixed yarn stocking. In those days we had no magazines and daily pa pers, each reeling off a serial story. Once a week, 2 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STOEIES. " The Columbian Sentinel " came from Boston with its slender stock of news and editorial ; but all the multiform devices pictorial, narrative, and poetical which keep the mind of the present generation ablaze with excitement, had not then even an exist ence. There was no theatre, no opera ; there were in Oldtown no parties or balls, except, perhaps, the annual election, or Thanksgiving festival ; and when winter came, and the sun went down at half-past four o clock, and left the long, dark hours of evening to be provided for, the necessity of amusement be came urgent. Hence, in those days, chimney-corner story-telling became an art and an accomplishment. Society then was full of traditions and narratives which had all the uncertain glow and shifting mys tery of the firelit hearth upon them. They were told to sympathetic audiences, by the rising and fall ing light of the solemn embers, with the hearth- crickets filling up every pause. Then the aged told their stories to the young, tales of early life ; tales of war and adventure, of forest-days, of Indian cap tivities and escapes, of bears and wild-cats and pan thers, of rattlesnakes, of witches and wizards, and " Do, do. tell us a story." Page 3. THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 3 strange and wonderful dreams and appearances and providences. In those days of early Massachusetts, faith and credence were in the very air. Two-thirds of New England was then dark, unbroken forests, through whose tangled paths the mysterious winter wind groaned and shrieked and howled with weird noises and unaccountable clamors. Along the iron-bound shore, the stormful Atlantic raved and thundered, and dashed its moaning waters, as if to deaden and deafen any voice that might tell of the settled life of the old civilized world, and shut us forever into the wilderness. A good story-teller, in those days, was always sure of a warm seat at the hearth stone, and the delighted homage of children ; and in all Oldtown there was no better story-teller than Sam Lawson. " Do, do, tell us a story," said Harry, pressing upon him, and opening very wide blue eyes, in which undoubting faith shone as in a mirror ; " and let it be something strange, and different from common." " Wai, I know lots o strange things," said Sam, looking mysteriously into the fire. "Why, I know * OTDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. things, that ef I should tell, why, people might sa^ they wa n t so ; but then they is so for all that." " Oh, do, do, tell us ! " " Why, I should scare ye to death, mebbe," said Sim doubtingly. " Oh, pooh ! no, you wouldn t," we both burst out at once. But Sam was possessed by a reticent spirit, and loved dearly to be wooed and importuned ; and so he only took up the great kitchen-tongs, and smote on the hickory forestick, when it flew apart in the middle, and scattered a shower of clear bright coals all over the hearth. " Mercy on us, Sam Lawson ! " said Aunt Lois in an indignant voice, spinning round from her dish washing. "Don t you worry a grain, Miss Lois," said Sam composedly. "I see that are stick was e en a most in two, and I thought I d jest settle it. I ll sweep up the coals now," he added, vigorously applying a turkey-wing to the purpose, as he knelt on the hearth, his spare, lean figure glowing in the blaze of the firelight, and getting quite flushed with ex ertion. THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 5 " There, now ! " he said, when he had brushed over and under and between the fire-irons, and pursued the retreating ashes so far into the red, fiery citadel, that his finger-ends were burning and tingling, "that, are s done now as well as Hepsy herself could a done it. I allers sweeps up the haarth : I think it s part o the man s bisness when he makes the fire. But Hepsy s so used to seein me a-doin on t, that she don t see no kind o merit in t. It s just as Parson Lothrop said in his sermon, folks allers overlook their common marcies " " But come, Sam, that story," said Harry and I coaxingly, pressing upon him, and pulling him down into his seat in the corner. " Lordy massy, these ere young uns ! " said Sam. " There s never no contentin on em : ye tell em one story, and they jest swallows it as a dog does a gob o meat; and they re all ready for another. What do ye want to hear now ? " Now, the fact was, that Sam s stories had been told us so often, that they were all arranged and ticketed in our minds. We knew every word in them, and could set him right if he varied a hair from the 6 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. usual track; and still the interest in them was un abated. Still we shivered, and clung to his knee, at the mysterious parts, and felt gentle, cold chills run down our spines at appropriate places. We were always in the most receptive and sympathetic con dition. To-night, in particular, was one of those thundering stormy ones, when the winds appeared to be holding a perfect mad carnival over my grand father s house. They yelled and squealed round the corners ; they collected in troops, and came tum bling and roaring down chimney ; they shook and rattled the buttery-door and the sinkroom-door and the cellar-door and the chamber-door, with a constant undertone of squeak and clatter, as if at every door were a cold, discontented spirit, tired of the chill outside, and longing for the warmth and comfort within. " Wai, boys," said Sam confidentially, " what ll ye have ? " " Tell us Come down, come down ! " we both shouted with one voice. This was, in our mind, an " A No. 1 " among Sam s stories. "Ye mus n t be frightened now," said Sam pa ternally. THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 7 " Oh, no ! we ar n t frightened ever" said we both in one breath. " Not when ye go down the cellar arter cider ? " said Sam with severe scrutiny. " Ef ye should be down cellar, and the candle should go out, now ? " " I ain t," said I : "I ain t afraid of any thing. I never knew wtwt it was to be afraid in my life." " Wai, then," said Sam, "I ll tell ye. This ere s what Cap n Eb Sawin told me when I was a boy about your bigness, I reckon. " Cap n Eb Sawin was a most respectable man. Your gran ther knew him very well ; and he was a deacon in the church in Dedham afore he died. He was at Lexington when the fust gun was fired agin the British. He was a dreffle smart man, Cap n Eb was, and driv team a good many years atween here and Boston. He married Lois Peabody, that was cousin to your gran ther then. Lois was x a rael sensible woman ; and I ve heard her tell the story as he told her, and it was jest as he told it to me, jest exactly ; and I shall never forget it if I live to be nine hundred years old, like Mathuselah. %t Ye see, along back in them times, there used to 8 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. be a fellow come round these ere parts, spring and fall, a-peddlin goods, with his pack on his back ; and his name was Jehiel Lommedieu. Nobody rightly knew where he come from. He wasn t much of a talker; but the women rather liked him, and kind o liked to have him round. Women will like some fellows, when men can t see no sort o reason why they should ; and they liked this ere Lommedieu, though he was kind o mournful and thin and shad- nellied, and hadn t nothin to say for himself. But It got to be so, that the women would count and calculate so many weeks afore twas time for Lom medieu to be along ; and they d make up ginger- snaps and preserves and pies, and make him stay to tea at the houses, and feed him up on the best there was : and the story went round, that he was a-courtin* Phebe Ann Parker, or Phebe Ann was a-courtin him, folks didn t rightly know which. Wai, all of a sudden, Lommedieu stopped comin round ; and nobody knew why, only jest he didn t come. It turned out that Phebe Ann Parker had got a letter from him, sayin he d be along afore Thanksgiving ; but he didn t come, neither afore THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 9 nor at Thanksgiving time, nor arter, nor next spring : and finally the women they gin up lookin for him. Some said he was dead ; some said he was gone to Canada ; and some said he hed gone over to the Old Country. " Wai, as to Phebe Ann, she acted like a gal o sense, and married Bijah Moss, and thought no more bout it. She took the right view on t, and said she was sartin that all things was ordered out for the best ; and it was jest as well folks couldn t always have their own way. And so, in time, Lommedieu was gone out o folks s minds, much as a last year s apple-blossom. " It s relly affectin to think how little these ere folks is missed that s so much sot by. There ain t nobody, ef they s ever so important, but what thr world gets to goin on without em, pretty much ai 1 . it did with em, though there s some little flurrj at fust. Wai, the last thing that was in anybody s mind was, that they ever should hear from Lom medieu agin. But there ain t nothin but what has its time o turnin up ; and it seems his turn was to come. 10 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, ye see, twas the 19th o March, when Cap n Eb Sawin started with a team for Bos ton. That day, there come on about the biggest snow-storm that there d been in them parts sence the oldest man could remember. Twas this ere fine, siftin 1 snow, that drives in your face like needles, with a wind to cut your nose off : it made teamin pretty tedious work. Cap n Eb was about the tough est man in them parts. He d spent days in the woods -a-loggin , and he d been up to the deestrict o Maine a-luniberin , and was about up to any sort o thing a man gen ally could be up to ; but these ere March winds sometimes does set on a fellow so, that neither natur nor grace can stan em. The cap n used to say he could stan any wind that blew one way t time for five minutes ; but come to winds that blew all four p ints at the same minit, why, they flustered him. " Wai, that was the sort o weather it was all day : and by sundown Cap n Eb he got clean bewildered, so that he lost his road ; and, when night came on, he didn t know nothin where he was. Ye see the country was all under drift, and the air so thick with THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 11 snow, that he couldn t see a foot afore him ; and the fact was, he got off the Boston road without knowin* it, and came out at a pair o bars nigh upon Sherburn, where old Cack Sparrock s mill is. " Your gran ther used to know old Cack, boys. He was a drefful drinkin old crittur, that lived there all alone in the woods by himself a-tendin saw and grist mill. He wa n t allers jest what he was then. Time was that Cack was a pretty consid ably likely young man, and his wife was a very respectable woman, Deacon Amos Petengall s dater from Sherburn. " But ye see, the year arter his wife died, Cack he gin up goin to meetin Sundays, and, all the tithing- men and selectmen could do, they couldn t get him out to meetin ; and, when a man neglects means o grace and sanctuary privileges, there ain t no sayin what he ll do next. Why, boys, jist think on t ! an immortal crittur lyin round loose all day Sunday, and not puttin on so much as a clean shirt, when all spectable folks has on their best close, and is to meetin worshippin the Lord ! What can you spect to come of it, when he lies idlin round in his old 12 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. week-day close, fishing, or some sich, but what the Devil should be arter him at last, as he was arter oldCack?" Here Sam winked impressively to my grandfather in the opposite corner, to call his attention to the moral which he was interweaving with his narrative. " Wai, ye see, Cap n Eb he told me, that when he come to them bars and looked up, and saw the dark a-comin down, and the storm a-thickenin up, he felt that things was gettin pretty consid able serious. There was a dark piece o woods on ahead of him in side the bars ; and he knew, come to get in there, the light would give out clean. So he jest thought he d take the hoss out o the team, and go ahead a little, and see where he was. So he driv his oxen up ag in the fence, and took out the hoss, and got on him, and pushed along through the woods, not rightly knowin where he was goin . " Wai, afore long he see a light through the trees ; and, sure enough, he come out to Cack Sparrock s old mill. " It was a pretty consid able gloomy sort of a place, that are old mill was. There was a great fall of wa- THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 13 ter that come rushin down the rocks, and fell in a deep pool ; and it sounded sort o wild and lonesome : but Cap n Eb he knocked on the door with his whip- handle, and got in. " There, to be sure, sot old Cack beside a great blazin fire, with his rum-jug at his elbow. He was a drefful fellow to drink, Cack was ! For all that, there was some good in him, for he was pleasant-spoken and bliging ; and he made the cap n welcome. " Ye see, Cack, said Cap n Eb, < I m off my road, and got snowed up down by your bars, says he. " Want ter know ! says Cack. Calculate you ll jest have to camp down here till mornin , says he. " Wai, so old Cack he got out his tin lantern, and went with Cap n Eb back to the bars to help him fetch along his critturs. He told him he could put em under the mill-shed. So they got the critturs up to the shed, and got the cart under ; and by that time the storm was awful. " But Cack he made a great roarin fire, cause, ye see, Cack allers had slab- wood a plenty from his mill ; and a roarin fire is jest so much company. It sort o keeps a fellow s spirits up, a good fire does. So Cack 14- OLDTOTVlSr FIRESIDE STOUT ES. he sot on his old teakettle, and made a swingeing lot o toddy ; and he and Cap n Eb were havin a tol able comfortable time there. Cack was a pretty good hand to tell stories ; and Cap n Eb warn t no way back ward in that line, and kep up his end pretty well : and pretty soon they was a-roarin and haw-hawin : inside about as loud as the storm outside ; when all of a sudden, bout midnight, there come a loud rap on the door. " Lordy massy ! what s that ? says Cack. Folks is rather startled allers to be checked up sudden when they are a-carryin on and laughin ; and it was such an awful blowy night, it was a little scary to have a rap on the door. " Wai, they waited a minit, and didn t hear nothin but the wind a-screechin round the chimbley ; and old Cack was jest goin on with his story, when the rap come ag in, harder n ever, as if it d shook the door open. " Wai, says old Cack, if tis the Devil, we d jest as good s open, and have it out with him to onst, says he ; and so he got up and opened the door, and, sure enough, there was old Ketury there. Expect THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 15 you ve heard your grandma tell about old Ketury. She used to come to meetings sometimes, and her hus band was one o the prayin Indians ; but Ketury was one of the rael wild sort, and you couldn t no more convert her than you could convert a wild-cat or a painter [panther]. Lordy massy! Ketury used to come to meetin , and sit there on them Indian benches ; and when the second bell was a-tollin , and when Par son Lothrop and his wife was comin up the broad aisle, and everybody in the house ris up and stood, Ketury would sit there, and look at em out o the cor ner o her eyes ; and folks used to say she rattled them necklaces o rattlesnakes tails and wild-cat teeth, and sich like heathen trumpery, and looked for all the world as if the spirit of the old Sarpent himself was in her. I ve seen her sit and look at Lady Lothrop out o the corner o her eyes ; and her old brown baggy neck would kind o twist and work ; and her eyes they looked so, that twas enough to scare a body. For all the world, she looked jest as if she was a-workin up to spring at her. Lady Lothrop was jest as kind to Ketury as she always was to every poor crittur. She d bow and smile as gracious to her when meetin 16 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. was over, and she come down the aisle, passin out o, meetin ; but Ketury never took no notice. Ye see, Ketury s father was one o them great powwows down to Martha s Vineyard ; and people used to say she was set apart, when she was a child, to the sarvice o the Devil : any way, she never could be made nothin of in a Christian way. She come down to Parson Lothrop s study once or twice to be catechised ; but he couldn t get a word out o her, and she kind o seemed to sit scornful while he was a-talkin . Folks said, if it was in old times, Ketury wouldn t have been allowed to go on so ; but Parson Lothrop s so sort o mild, he let her take pretty much her own way. Everybody thought that Ketury was a witch : at least, she knew consid able more n she ought to know, and so they was kind o fraid on her. Cap n Eb says he never see a fellow seem scareder than Cack did when* he see Ketury a-standin there. " Why, ye see, boys, she was as withered and wrin kled and brown as an old frosted punkin-vine ; and her little snaky eyes sparkled and snapped, and it made yer head kind o dizzy to look at em ; and folks used to say that anybody that Ketury got mad at was THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 17 sure to get the worst of it fust or last. And so, no matter what day or hour Ketury had a mind to rap at anybody s door, folks genlly thought it was best to let her in ; but then, they never thought her coming was for any good, for she was just like the wind, she came when the fit was on her, she staid jest so long as it pleased her, and went when she got ready, and not before. Ketury understood English, and could talk it well enough, but always seemed to scorn it, and was allers mowin and mutterin to herself in In dian, and winkin and blinkin as if she saw more folks round than you did, so that she wa n t no way pleasant company ; and yet everybody took good care to be polite to her. So old Cack asked her to come in, and didn t make no question where she come from, or what she come on ; but he knew it was twelve good miles from where she lived to his hut, and the snow was drifted above her middle : and Cap n Eb declared that there wa n t no track, nor sign o a track, of anybody s coming tlirough that snow next morning." " How did she get there, then ? " said I. " Didn t ye never see brown leaves a-ridin on the 2* 18 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STOKIES. wind ? Well, Cap n Eb he says, she came on the wind, and I m sure it was strong enough to fetch her. But Cack he got her down into the warm corner, and he poured her out a mug o hot toddy, and give her: but ye see her bein there sort o stopped the conversation ; for she sot there a-rockin back ards and for ards, a-sippin her toddy, and a-mutterin , and lookin up chimbley. " Cap n Eb says in all his born days he never hearn such screeches and yells as the wind give over that chimbley ; and old Cack got so frightened, you could fairly hear his teeth chatter. " But Cap n Eb he was a putty brave man, and he wa n t goin to have conversation stopped by no wo man, witch or no witch ; and so, when he see her mut- terin , and lookin up chimbley, he spoke up, and says he, c Well, Ketury, what do you see ? says he. Come, out with it ; don t keep it to yourself. Ye see Cap n Eb was a hearty fellow, and then he was a betie warmed up with the toddy. " Then he said he see an evil kind o smile on Ke- tury s face, and she rattled her necklace o bones and snakes tails ; and her eyes seemed to snap ; and she THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 19 looked up the chimbley, and called out, Come down, come down ! let s see who ye be/ " Then there was a scratchin and a rumblin and a groan ; and a pair of feet come down the chimbley, and stood right in the middle of the haarth, the toes pi ntin out rds, with shoes and silver buckles a-shin- in in the firelight. Cap n Eb says he never come so near bein scared in his life ; and, as to old Cack, he jest wilted right down in his chair. " Then old Ketury got up, and reached her stick up chimbley, and called out louder, l Come down, come down ! let s see who ye be. And, sure enough, down came a pair o legs, and j ined right on to the feet : good fair legs they was, with ribbed stockings and leather breeches. " 4 Wai, we re in for it now, says Cap n Eb. Go it, Ketury, and let s have the rest on him. " Ketury didn t seem to mind him : she stood there as stiff as a stake, and kep callin out, Come down, come down ! let s see who ye be. And then come down the body of a man with a brown coat and yellow vest, and j ined right on to the legs ; but there wa n t no arms to it. Then Ketury shook her stick up chim- 20 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. bley, and called, 4 Come down, come down ! And there came down a pair o arms, and went on each side o the body ; and there stood a man all finished, only there wa n t no head on him. " 4 Wai, Ketury, says Cap n Eb, this ere s getting serious. I spec you must finish him up, and let s Bee what he wants of us. " Then Ketury called out once more, louder n ever, 4 Come down, come down ! let s see who ye be. And, sure enough, down comes a man s head, and settled on the shoulders straight enough ; and Cap n Eb, the minit he sot eyes on him, knew he was Jehiel Lom- medieu. " Old Cack knew him too ; and he fell flat on his face, and prayed the Lord to have mercy on his soul : but Cap n Eb he was for gettin to the bottom of matters, and not have his scare for nothin ; so he says to him, 4 What do you want, now you hev come ? " The man he didn t speak ; he only sort o moaned, and p inted to the chimbley. He seemed to try to speak, but couldn t ; for ye see it isn t often that his sort o folks is permitted to speak : but just then there came a screechin blast o wind, and blowed the * Old Cack knew him too" Page 20. THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 21 door open, and bio wed the smoke and fire all out into the room, and there seemed to be a whirlwind and darkness and moans and screeches ; and, when it all cleared up, Ketury and the man was both gone, and only old Cack lay on the ground, rolling and moaning as if he d die. " Wai, Cap n Eb he picked him up, and built up the fire, and sort o comforted him up, cause the crit- tur was in distress o mind that was drefful. The awful Providence, ye see, had awakened him, and his sin had been set home to his soul ; and he was under such conviction, that it all had to come out, how old Cack s father had murdered poor Lommedieu for his money, and Cack had been privy to it, and helped his father build the body up in that very chimbley ; and he said that he hadn t had neither peace nor rest since then, and that was what had driv him away from ordinances ; for ye know sinnin will always make a man leave prayin . Wai, Cack didn t live but a day or two. Cap n Eb he got the minister o Sherburn and one o the selectmen down to see him ; and they took his deposition. He seemed railly quite penitent ; and Parson Carryl he prayed with him, and 22 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. was faithful in settin home the providence to his soul : and so, at the eleventh hour, poor old Cack might have got in ; at least it looks a leetle like it. He was distressed to think he couldn t live to be hung. He sort o seemed to think, that if he was fairly tried, and hung, it would make it all square. He made Parson Carryl promise to have the old mill pulled down, and bury the body ; and, after he was dead, they did it. " Cap n Eb he was one of a party o eight that pulled down the chimbley ; and there, sure enough, was the skeleton of poor Lommedieu. u So there you see, boys, there can t be no iniquity so hid but what it ll come out. The wild Indians of the forest, and the stormy winds and tempests, j ined together to bring out this ere." " For my part," said Aunt Lois sharply, " I never believed that story." " Why, Lois," said my grandmother, " Cap n Eb Sawin was a regular church-member, and a most re spectable man." " Law, mother ! I don t doubt he thought so. I t.uppose he and Cack got drinking toddy together, till he got asleep, and dreamed it. I wouldn t believe THE GHOST IN THE MILL. 23 such a thing if it did happen right before my face and eyes. I should only think I was crazy, that s all." " Come, Lois, if I was you, I wouldn t talk so like a Sadducee," said my grandmother. " What would become of all the accounts in Dr. Cotton Mather s ; Magnilly if folks were like you ? " 44 Wai," said Sam Lawson, drooping contemplatively over the coals, and gazing into the fire. " there s a putty consid able sight o things in this world that s true ; and then ag in there s a sight o things that ain t true. Now, my old gran ther used to say, Boys, says he, 4 if ye want to lead a pleasant and prosperous life, ye must contrive allers to keep jest the happy medium between truth and falsehood. Now, that are s my doctrine." Aunt Lois Knit severely. 44 Boys," said Sam, 44 don t you want ter go down with me and get a mug o cider ? " Of course we did, and took down a basket to bring up some apples to roast. 44 Boys," says Sam mysteriously, while he was drawing the cider, 44 you jest ask your Aunt Lois tc tell you what she knows bout Ruth Sullivan." 24 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Why, what is it ? " " Oh ! you must ask her. These ere folks that s so kind o toppin about sperits and sich, come sift em down, you gen lly find they knows one story that kind o puzzles em. Now you mind, and jist ask youi Aunt Lois about Ruth Sullivan." THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. UNT LOIS," said I, " what was that story about Ruth Sullivan ? " Aunt Lois s quick black eyes gave a surprised flash ; and she and my grandmother looked at each other a minute significantly. " Who told you any thing about Ruth Sullivan," she said sharply. " Nobody. Somebody said you knew something about her," said I. I was holding a skein of yarn for Aunt Lois ; and she went on winding in silence, putting the ball through loops and tangled places. "Little boys shouldn t ask questions," she con cluded at last sententiously. " Little boys that ask too many questions get sent to bed." 3 . 25 26 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES I knew that of old, and rather wondered at my own hardihood. Aunt Lois wound on in silence ; but, looking in her face, I could see plainly that I had started an exciting topic. " I should think," pursued my grandmother in hei corner, " that Ruth s case might show you, Lois, that a good many things may happen, more than you believe." " Oh, well, mother ! Ruth s was a strange case ; but I suppose there are ways of accounting for it." " You believed Ruth, didn t you? " " Oh, certainly, I believed Ruth ! Why shouldn t I? Ruth was one of my best friends, and as true a girl as lives : there wasn t any nonsense about Ruth. She was one of the sort," said Aunt Lois reflectively, " that I d as soon trust as myself : when she said a thing was so and so, I knew it was so." " Then, if you think Ruth s story was true," pur sued my grandmother, " what s the reason you are always cavilling at things just cause you can t un derstand how they came to be so ?" Aunt Lois set her lips firmly, and wound with grim THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 27 resolve. She was the very impersonation of that / obstinate rationalism that grew up at the New-Eng-/ land fireside, close alongside of the most undoubtingf faith in the supernatural. " I don t believe such things," at last she snapped out, " and I don t disbelieve them. I just let em alone. What do I know about em ? Ruth tells me a story ; and I believe her. I know what she saw beforehand, came true in a most remarkable way. Well, I m sure I ve no objection. One thing may be true, or another, for all me ; but, just because I believe Ruth Sullivan, I m not going to be lieve, right and left, all the stories in Cotton Mather, and all that anybody can hawk up to tell. Not I." This whole conversation made me all the more curious to get at the story thus dimly indicated ; and so we beset Sam for information. " So your Aunt Lois wouldn t tell ye nothin ," said Sam. " Wanter know, neow ! sho ! " " No : she said we must go to bed if we asked her." " That are s a way folks has ; but, ye see, boys," said Sam, while a droll confidential expression crossed the lack-lustre dolefulness of his visage, u ye 28 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. see, I put ye up to it, cause Miss Lois is so large and commandin in her ways, and so kind o up and down in all her doin s, that I like once and a while to sort o gravel her ; and I knowed enough to know that that are question would git her in a tight place. " Ye see, yer Aunt Lois was knowin to all this ere about Ruth, so there wer n t no gettin away from it ; and it s about as remarkable a providence as any o them of Mister Cotton Marther s Magnilly. So if you ll come up in the barn-chamber this arternoon, where I ve got a lot o flax to hatchel out, I ll tell ye all about it." So that afternoon beheld Sam arranged at full length on a pile of top-tow in the barn-chamber, hatchelling by proxy by putting Harry and myself to the service. " Wai, now, boys, it s kind o refreshing to see how wal ye take hold," he observed, " Nothin like bein industrious while ye r young; gret sight bettei now than loafin off, down in them medders. " * In books and work and useful play Let my fust years be past : So shall I give for every day Some ^ood account at last. " THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 29 " But, Sam, if we work for you, you must tell us that story about Ruth Sullivan." " Lordy massy ! yis, course I will. I ve had the best kind o chances of knowin all about that are. Wai, you see there was old Gineral Sullivan, he lived in state and grande r in the old Sullivan house out to Roxberry. I been to Roxberry, and seen that are house o Gineral Sullivan s. There was one time that I was a consid able spell lookin round in Rox berry, a kind o seein how things wuz there, and whether or no there mightn t be some sort o provi dential openin or suthin . I used to stay with Aunt Polly Ginger. She was sister to Mehitable Ginger, Gineral Sullivan s housekeeper, and hed the in and out o the Sullivan house, and kind o kept the run o how things went and came in it. Polly she was a kind o cousin o my mother s, and allers glad to see me. Fact was, I was putty handy round house ; and she used to save up her broken things and sich till I come round in the fall ; and then I d mend em up, and put the clock right, and split her up a lot o kin dlings, and board up the cellar-windows, and kind o make her sort o comfortable, she bein a lone body, 3* 30 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STO1IIE3. and no man round. As I said, it was sort o conve nient to hev me ; and so I jest got the run o tilings in the Sullivan house pretty much as ef I was one on em. Gineral Sullivan he kept a grand house, I tell you. You see, he cum from the old country, and felt sort o lordly and grand ; and they used to hev the gretest kind o doin s there to the Sullivan house. Ye ought ter a seen that are house, gret big front hall and gret wide stairs ; none o your steep kind that breaks a feller s neck to get up and down, but gret broad stairs with easy risers, so they used to say 3^ou could a cantered a pony up that are stairway easy as not. Then there was gret wide rooms, and sofys, and curtains, and gret curtained bedsteads that looked sort o like fortifications, and pictur s that was got in Italy and Rome and all them are heathen places. Ye see, the Gineral was a drefful worldly old critter, and was all for the pomps and the vani ties. Lordy massy ! I wonder what the poor old critter thinks about it all now, when his body s all gone to dust and ashes in the graveyard, and his soul s gone to tarnity ! Wai, that are ain t none o my business ; only it shows the vanity o riches in a THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 31 kind o strikin light, and makes me content that 1 never hed none." "But, Sam, I hope General Sullivan wasn t a wicked man, was he ?" " Wai, I wouldn t say he was railly wickeder than the run ; but he was one o these ere high-stepping, big-feeling fellers, that seem to be a hevin their por tion in this life. Drefful proud he was; and he was pretty much sot on this world, and kep a sort o court goin on round him. Wai, I don t jedge him nor no body : folks that hes the world is apt to get sot on it. Don t none on us do more than middlin well." "But, Sam, what about Ruth Sullivan ? " 44 Ruth ? Oh, yis I Ruth " Wai, ye see, the only crook in the old Gineral s lot was he didn t hev no children. Mis Sullivan, she was a beautiful woman, as handsome as a pictur ; but she never had but one child ; and he was a son who died when he was a baby, and about broke her heart. And then this ere Ruth was her sister s child, that was born about the same time ; and, when the boy died, they took Ruth home to sort o fill his place, and kind o comfort up Mis Sullivan. And then 32 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. Ruth s father and mother died ; and they adopted her for their own, and brought her up. " Wai, she grew up to be amazin handsome. Why, everybody said that she was jest the light and glory of that are old Sullivan place, and worth more n all the pictur s and the silver and the jewels, and all there was in the house ; and she was jest so innercent and sweet, that you never see nothing to beat it. Wai, your Aunt Lois she got acquainted with Ruth one summer when she was up to Old Town a visitin at Parson Lothrop s. Your Aunt Lois was a gal then, and a pretty good-lookin one too ; and, somehow or other, she took to Ruth, and Ruth took to her. And when Ruth went home, they used to be a writin backwards and forads ; and I guess the fact was, Ruth thought about as much of your Aunt Lois as she did o anybody. Ye see, your aunt was a kind o strong up-and-down woman that always knew certain jest what she did know; and Ruth, she was one o them gals that seems sort o like a stray lamb or a dove that s sort o lost their way in the world, and wants some one to show em where to go next. For, ye see, the fact was, the old Gineral and Madam, they didn t THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 33 agree very well. He wa n t well pleased that she didn t have no children ; and she was sort o jealous o him cause she got hold o some sort of story about how he was to a married somebody else over there in England : so she got sort o riled up, jest as wim- men will, the best on em ; and they was pretty apt to have spats, and one could give t other as good as they sent ; and, by all accounts, they fit putty lively sometimes. And, between the two, Ruth she was sort o scared, and fluttered like a dove that didn t know jest where to settle. Ye see, there she was in that are great wide house, where they was a feastin and a prancin and a dancin , and a goin on like Ahashuerus and Herodias and all them old Scriptur days. There was a comin and goin, and there was gret dinners and gret doin s, but no love ; and, you know, the Scriptur saj r s, Better is a dinner o yarbs, where love is, than a stalled ox, and hatred there with. " Wai, I don t orter say hatred, arter all. I kind o reckon, the old Gineral did the best he could : the fact is, when a woman gits a kink in her head agin A man, the best on us don t allers do jest the right thing. 34 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Any way, Ruth, she was sort o forlorn, and didn t seem to take no comfort in the goin s on. The Gin- eral he was mighty fond on her, and proud on her ; and there wa n t no thin too good for Ruth. He was free-handed, the Gineral wuz. He dressed her up in silks and satins, and she hed a maid to wait on her, and she hed sets o pearl and dimond ; and Madam Sullivan she thought all the world on her, and kind o worshipped the ground she trod on. And yet Ruth was sort o lonesome. " Ye see, Ruth wa n t calculated for grande r. Some folks ain t. " Why, that are summer she spent out to Old Town, she was jest as chirk and chipper as a wren, a wearin her little sun-bunnet, and goin a huckle- berryin and a black-berryin and diggin sweet- flag, and gettin cowslops and dandelions ; and she hed a word for everybody. And everybody liked Ruth, and wished her well. Wai, she was sent for her health ; and she got that, and more too : she got a sweetheart. " Ye see, there was a Cap n Oliver a visitin at the minister s that summer, a nice, handsome young THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 35 man as ever was. He and Ruth and your Aunt Lois, they was together a good deal ; and they was a ram- blin and a ridin and a sailin : and so Ruth and the Capting went the way o all the airth, and fell dead in love with each other. Your Aunt Lois she was knowing to it and all about it, cause Ruth she was jest one of them that couldn t take a step without somebody to talk to. " Captain Oliver was of a good family in Eng land ; and so, when he made bold to ask the old Gineral for Ruth, he didn t say him nay : and it was agreed, as they was young, they should wait a yeai or two. If he and she was of the same mind, he should be free to marry her. Jest right on that, the Captain s regiment was ordered home, and he had to go ; and, the next they heard, it was sent off to India. And poor little Ruth she kind o drooped and pined ; but she kept true, and wouldn t have nothin to say to nobody that came arter her, for there was lots and cords o fellows as did come arter her. Ye see, Ruth had a takin way with her ; and then she had the name of bein a great heiress, and that aJIers draws fellers, as molasses does flies. 36 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. "Wai, then the news came, that Captain Oliver was comin home to England, and the ship was took by the Algerenes, and he was gone into slavery there among them heathen Mahomedans and what not. " Folks seemed to think it was all over with him. and Ruth might jest as well give up fust as last. And the old Gineral he d come to think she might do better ; and he kep a introducin one and another, and tryin to marry her off ; but Ruth she wouldn t. She used to write sheets and sheets to your Aunt Lois about it ; and I think Aunt Lois she kep her grit up. Your Aunt Lois she d a stuck by a man to the end o time eft ben her case ; and so she told Ruth. " Wai, then there was young Jeff Sullivan, the Gineral s nephew, he turned up ; and the Gineral he took a gret fancy to him. He was next heir to the Gineral ; but he d ben a pretty rackety youngster in his young days, off to sea, and what not, and sowed a consid able crop o wild oats. People said he d been a pirating off there in South Ameriky. Lordy massy ! nobody rightly knew where he hed ben or where he hadn t : all was, he turned up at last ali THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 37 alive, and chipper as a skunk blackbird. Wai, of course he made his court to Ruth ; and the Gineral, lie rather backed him up in it ; but Ruth she wouldn t have nothin to say to him. Wai, he come and took up his lodgiu at the Gineral s ; and he was jest as slippery as an eel, and sort o slid into every thing, that was a goin on in the house and about it. He was here, and he was there, and he was everywhere, and a havin his say about this and that ; and he got everybody putty much under his thumb. And they used to say, he wound the Gineral round and round like a skein o yarn ; but he couldn t come it round Ruth. " Wai, the Gineral said she shouldn t be forced ; and Jeff, he was smooth as satin, and said he d be willing to wait as long as Jacob did for Rachel. And so there he sot down, a watchin as patient as a cat at a mouse- hole ; cause the Gineral he was thick-set and short- necked, and drank pretty free, and was one o the sort that might pop off any time. " Wai, Mis Sullivan, she beset the Gineral to make a provision for Ruth ; cause she told him very sensi ble, that he d brought her up in luxury, and that it 38 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. wa n t fair not to settle somethin on her ; and so the Gineral he said he d make a will, and part the prop erty equally between them. And he says to Jeff, that, if he played his part as a young fellow oughter know how, it would all come to him in the end ; cause they hadn t heard nothing from Captain Oliver for three or four years, and folks about settled it that he musi be dead. " Wai, the Gineral he got a letter about an estate that had come to him in England ; and he had to go over. Wai, livin on the next estate, was the very cousin of the Gineral s that he was to a married when they was both young : the lands joined so that the grounds run together. What came between them two nobody knows ; but she never married, and there she was. There was high words between the Gin eral and Madam Sullivan about his goin over. She said there wa n t no sort o need on t, and he said there was ; and she said she hoped she should be in her grave afore he come back; and he said she might suit herself about that for all him. That are was the story that the housekeeper told to Aunt Polly ; and Aunt Polly she told me. These ere squabbles some- THK SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 39 how allers does kind o leak out one way or t other. Anyhow, it was a house divided agin itself at the Gineral s, when he was a fixin out for the voyage. There was Ruth a goin fust to one, and then to t other, and tryin all she could to keep peace beteen em ; and there was this ere Master Slick Tongue talkin this way to one side, and that way to t other, and the old Gineral kind o like a shuttle-cock atween em. "Wai, then, the night afore he sailed, the Gineral he hed his lawyer up in his library there, a lookin over all his papers and bonds and things, and a witnessing his will ; and Master Jeff was there, as lively as a cricket, a goin into all affairs, and offerin to take precious good care while he was gone ; and the Gin eral he had his papers and letters out, a sortin on em over, which was to be took to the old country, and which was to be put in a trunk to go back to Lawyer Dennis s office. " Wai, Abner Ginger, Polly s boy, he that was footman and waiter then at the Gineral s, he told me, that, about eight o clock that evening he went up with hot water and lemons and sperits and sich, and he see the gret green table in the library all strewed and 40 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. covered with piles o papers ; and there was tin boxes a standin round ; and the Gineral a packin a trunk, and young Master Jeff, as lively and helpful as a rat that smells cheese. And then the Gineral he sa} 3, * Abner, says he, can you write your name ? * I should hope so, Gineral. says Abner. 4 Wai, then, Abner, says he, this is my last will ; and I want you to witness it, and so Abner he put down his name opposite to a place with a wafer and a seal ; and then the Gineral, he says, Abner, you tell Ginger to come here. That, you see, was his housekeeper, my Aunt Polly s sister, and a likely woman as ever was. And so they had her up, and she put down her name to the will ; and then Aunt Polly she was had up (she was drinking tea there that night), and she put down her name. And all of em did it with good heart, cause it had got about among em that the will was to provide for Miss Ruth ; for everybody loved Ruth, ye see, and there was consid ble many stories kind o goin the rounds about Master Jeff and his doiu s. And they did say he sort o kep up the strife at ween the Gineral and my lady, and so they didn t think none too well o him ; and, as he was next o THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 41 kin, and Miss Ruth wa n t none o the Chloral s blood (ye see, she was Mis Sullivan s sister s child), of course there wouldn t nothin go to Miss Ruth in way o law, and so that was why the signin o that are will was so much talked about among era." " Wai, you see, the Gineral he sailed the next day ; and Jeff he staid by to keep watch o things. u Wai, the old Gineral lie got over safe ; for Miss Sullivan, she had a letter from him all right. When he got away, his conscience sort o nagged him, and he was minded to be a good husband. At any rate, he wrote a good loving letter to her, and sent hL* love to Ruth, arid sent over lots o little keepsakes and things for her, and told her that he left her under good pro tection, and wanted her to try and make up her mind to marry Jeff, as that would keep the property to gether. " Wai, now there couldn t be no sort o sugar sweeter than Jeff was to them lone wimmen. Jeff \* as one o the sort that could be all things to all wimmen. He waited and he tended, and he was as humble as any snake in the grass that ever ye see and the old lady, she clean fell in with him, but Ruth, 42 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES she seemed to have a regular spite agin him. And she that war as gentle as a lamb, that never had so much as a hard thought of a mortal critter, and wouldn t tread on a worm, she was so set agin Jeff, that she wouldn t so much as touch his hand when she got out o her kerridge. " Wai, now comes the strange part o my story." Ruth was one o the kind that hes the gift <? seein. She was lorn with a veil over her face!" This mysterious piece of physiological information about Ruth was given with a look and air that announced something very profound and awful ; and we both took up the inquiry, " Born with a veil over her face ? How should that make her see ? " " Wai, boys, how should I know ? But the fact IB so. There s those as is wal known as lies the gift o seein what others can t see: they can see through walls and houses ; they can see people s hearts ; they can see what s to come. They don t know nothin how tis, but this ere knowledge comes to em : it s a gret gift; and that sort s born with the veil over their faces. Ruth was o these ere. Old Granny Badger she was the knowingest old nuss in all these THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 43 parts ; and she was with Ruth s mother when she was horn, and she told Lady Lothrop all about it. Says she, You may depend upon it that child 11 have the " second-sight" says she. Oh, that are fact was wal known ! Wal, that was the reason why Jeff Sullivan couldn t come it round Ruth tho he was silkier than a milkweed-pod, and jest about as patient as a spider in his hole a watchin to get his grip on a fly. Ruth wouldn t argue with him, and she wouldn t flout him ; but she jest shut herself up in herself, and kept a lookout on him ; but she told your Aunt Lois jest what she thought about him. " Wal, in about six months, come the news that the Gineral was dead. He dropped right down in his tracks, dead with apoplexy, as if he had been shot ; and Lady Maxwell she writ a long letter to my lady and Ruth. Ye see, he d got to be Sir Thomas Sullivan over there ; and he was a comin home to take em all over to England to live in grande r. Wal, my Lad} Sullivan (she was then, ye see) she took it drefful hard. Ef they d a been the lovingest couple in the world, she couldn t a took it harder. Aunt Polly, she said it was all cause she thought so much of him, that 44 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. she fit him so. There s women that thinks so mucl o their husbands, that they won t let em hev no peace o their life ; and I expect it war so with her poor soul ! Any way, she went right down smack vhen she heard he was dead. She was abed, sick. when the news come ; and she never spoke nor smiled jest turned her back to everybody, and kinder wilted and wilted, and was dead in a week. And there was poor little Ruth left all alone in the world, with neither kith nor kin but Jeff. " Wai, when the funeral was over, and the time app inted to read the will and settle up matters, there wa n t no will to be found nowhere, high nor low. " Lawyer Dean he flew round like a parched pea on a bhovel. He said he thought he could a gone in the darkest night, and put his hand on that ere will ; but when he went where he thought it was, he found it warn t there, and he knowed he d kep it under lock and key. What he thought was the will turned out to be an old mortgage. Wai, there was an awful row and a to-do about it, you may be sure. Ruth, she jist said nothin good or bad. And her not speakin made Jeff a sight more uncomfortable than THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 45 ef she d a bed it out with him. He told her it shouldn t make no sort o difference ; that he should allers stand ready to give her all he hed, if she d only take him with it. And when it came to that she only gin him a look, and went out o the room. " Jeff he flared and flounced and talked, and went round and round a rumpussin among the papers, but no will was forthcoming high or low. Wai, now here comes what s remarkable. Ruth she told this ere, all the particulars, to yer Aunt Lois and Lady Lothrop. She said that the night after the funeral she went up to her chamber. Ruth had the gret front chamber, opposite to Mis Sullivan s. I ve been in it ; it was a monstrous big room, with outlandish furniture in it, that the Gineral brought over from an old palace out to Italy. And there was a great big lookin -glass over the dressin -table, that they said come from Venice, that swung so that you could see the whole room in it. Wai, she was a standiii front o this, jist goin to undress herself, a hearin the rain drip on the leaves and the wind a whishin and whis- perin in the old elm-trees, and jist a thinkin over her lot, and what should she do now, all alone in the 46 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. world, when of a sudden she felt a kind o lightness in her head, and she thought she seemed to see somebody in the glass a movin . And she looked be hind, and there wa n t nobodj^ there. Then she looked forward in the glass, and saw a strange big room, that she d never seen before, with a long painted winder in it ; and along side o this stood a tall cabinet with a good many drawers in it. And she saw herself, and knew that it was herself, in this room, along with another woman whose back was turned towards her. She saw herself speak to this woman, and p int to the cabinet. She saw the wo man nod her head. She saw herself go to the cabi net, and open the middle drawer, and take out a bun dle o papers from the very back end on t. She saw her take out a paper from the middle, and open it, and hold it up ; and she knew that there was the missin will. Wai, it all overcome her so that she fainted clean away. And her maid found her a ly- in front o the dressin -table on the floor. 44 She was sick of a fever for a week or fortnight d ter ; and your Aunt Lois she was down takin care of her ; and, as soon as she got able to be moved, she THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 47 was took out to Lady Lothrop s. Jeff he was jist as attentive and good as he could be ; but she wouldn t bear him near her room. If he so much as set a foot on the stairs that led to it she d know it, ,ind got so wild that he hed to be kept from comin into the front o the house. But he was doin his best to buy up good words from everybody. He paid all the servants double ; he kept every one in their places, and did so well by em all that the gen l word among em was that Miss Ruth couldn t do better than to marry such a nice, open-handed gentle man. " Wai, Lady Lothrop she wrote to Lady Maxwell all that hed happened ; and Lady Maxwell, she sent over for Ruth to come over and be a companion for her, and said she d adopt her, and be as a mother to her. " Wai, then Ruth she went over with some gentle folks that was goin back to England, and offered to see her safe and sound ; and so she was set down at Lady Maxwell s manor. It was a grand place, she said, and such as she never see before, like them old gentry places in England. And Lady Maxwell she 48 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. made much of her, and cosseted her up for the sake of what the old Gineral had said about her. And Ruth she told her all her story, and how she believed that the will was to be found somewhere, and that she should be led to see it yet. "She told her, too, that she felt it in her that Cap n Oliver wasn t dead, and that he d come back yet. And Lady Maxwell she took up for her with might and main, and said she d stand by her. But then, ye see, so long as there warn t no will to be found, there warn t nothin to be done. Jeff was the next heir ; and he d got every thing, stock, and lot, and the estate in England into the bargain. And folks was beginnin to think putty well of him, as folks allers does when a body is up in the world, and lies houses and lands. Lordy massy ! riches allers covers a mul titude o sins. " Finally, when Ruth hed ben six months with her, one day Lady Maxwell got to tellin her all about her history, and what hed ben atween her and her cousin, when they was young, and how they hed a quarrel and he flung off to Ameriky, and all them things that it don t do folks no good to remem- THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 49 ber when it s all over and can t be helped. But she was a lone body, and it seemed to do her good to talk about it. " Finally, she says to Ruth, says she, I ll show you a room in this house you han t seen before. It was the room where we hed that quarrel/ say* she ; and the last I saw of him was there, till he come back to die, says she. " So she took a gret key out of her bunch ; and she led Ruth along a long passage-way to the other end of the house, and opened on a great library. And the minute Ruth came in, she threw up her hands and gin a great cry. 4 Oh ! says she, this is the room ! and there is the window ! and there is the cabinet ! and there in that middle drawer at the back end in <i bundle of papers is THE WILL ! "And Lady Maxwell she said, quite dazed, 4 Go look, says she. And Ruth went, jest as she seed her self do, and opened the drawer, and drew forth from the back part a yellow pile of old letters. And in the middle of those was the will, sure enough. Ruth drew it out, and opened it, and showed it to her. 5 50 OLDTO\V:N FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, you see that will give Ruth the whole of the Gineral s property in America, tho it did leave the English estate to Jeff. " Wai, the end on t was like a story-book. " Jeff he made believe be mighty glad. And he said it must a ben that the Gineral hed got flustered with the sperit and water, and put that ere will in among his letters that he was a doin up to take back to England. For it was in among Lady Maxwell s letters that she writ him when they was young, and that he d a kep all these years and was a takin back to her. " Wai, Lawyer Dean said he was sure that Jeff made himself quite busy and useful that night, a tyin up the papers with red tape, and a packin the Gin eral s trunk ; and that, when Jeff gin him his bundle to lock up in his box, he never mistrusted but what he d got it all right. " Wai, you see it was jest one of them things that can t be known to the jedgment-day. It might a ben an accident, and then agin it might not ; and folks settled it one way or t other, cordin to their pinion o Jeff; but ye see how mazin handy for him it THE SULLIVAN LOOKING-GLASS. 51 happened ! Why, ef it hadn t ben for the provi dence I ve ben a tellin about, there it might a lain in them old letters, that Lady Maxwell said she never hed the heart to look over ! it never would a turned up in the world." " Well," said I, " what became of Ruth ? " " Oh ! Cap n Oliver he came back all alive, arid escaped from the Algerines ; and they was married in King s Chapel, and lived in the old Sullivan House, in peace and prosperity. That s jest how the story was ; and now Aunt Lois can make what she s a mind ter out on t." " And what became of Jeff? " " Oh ! he started to go over to England, and the ship was wrecked off the Irish coast, and that was the last of him. He never got to his property." " Good enough for him," said both of us. " Wai, I don t know : twas pretty hard on Jeff. Mebbe he did, and mebbe he didn t. I m glad I warn t in his shoes, tho . I d rather never hed not h in . This ere hastin to be rich is sich a dreffu] temptation. 52 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, now, boys, ye ve done a nice lot o flax, and I guess we ll go up to yer grand ther s cellar and git a mug o cyder. Talkin always gits me dry." THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. Pc*lfE. The shady side of a blueberry-pasture. Sam Lawson with the boys, picking blueberries. Sam, loq. >AL, you see, boys, twas just here, Parson Carry 1 s wife, she died along in the forepart o March : my cousin Huldy, she undertook to keep house for him. The way on t was, that Huldy, she went to take care o Mis Carryl in the fust on t, when she fust took sick. Huldy was a tailoress by trade ; but then she was one o these ere facultised persons that has a gift for most any thing, and that was how Mis Carryl come to set sech otore by her, that, when she was sick, nothin would do for her but she must have Huldy round all the time: and the minister, he said 54 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. he d make it good to her all the same, and she shouldn t lose nothin by it. And so Huldy, she staid with Mis Carryl full three months afore she died, and got to seein to every thing pretty much round the place. " Wai, arter Mis Carryl died, Parson Carryl, he d got so kind o used to hevin on her round, takin care o things, that he wanted her to stay along a spell ; and so Huldy, she staid along a spell, and poured out his tea, and mended his close, and made pies and cakes, and cooked and washed and ironed, and kep every thing as neat as a pin. Huldy was a drefful chipper sort o gal ; and work sort o rolled off from her like water off a duck s back. There warn t no gal in Sherburne that could put sich a sight o work through as Huldy ; and yet, Sunday mornin , she always come out in the singers seat like one o these ere June roses, lookin so fresh and smilin , and her voice was jest as clear and sweet as a meadow lark s Lordy massy ! I member how she used to sing seme o them are places where the treble and counter used to go together : her voice kind o trembled a little, and it sort o went THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 55 thro and -thro a feller ! tuck him right where he lived 1 " Here Sam leaned contemplatively back with his head in a clump of sweet fern, and refreshed himself with a chew of young wintergreen. " This ere young wintergreen, boys, is jest like a feller s thoughts o things that happened when he was young : it comes "up jest so fresh and tender every year, the longest time you hev to live ; and you can t help chawin on t tho tis sort o stingin . I don t never get over likin young wintergreen." " But about Huldah, Sam ? " " Oh, yes ! about Huldy. Lordy massy ! when a feller is Indianin round, these ere pleasant summer days, a feller s thoughts gits like a flock o young partridges : they s up and down and everywhere ; cause one place is jest about as good as another, when they s all so kind o comfortable and nice. Wai, about Huldy, as I was a sayin . She was jest as handsome a gal to look at as a feller could have ; and I think a nice, well-behaved young gal in the singers seat of a Sunday is a means o grace : it s sort o drawin to the unregenerate, you know. 56 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. Why, boys, in them days, I ve walked ten miles over to Sherburne of a Sunday mornin , jest to play the bass-viol in the same singers seat with Huldy. She was very much respected, Huldy was ; and, when she went out to tailorin , she was allers bespoke six months ahead, and sent for in waggins up and down for ten miles round ; for the young fellers was allers mazin anxious to be sent after Huldy, and was quite free to offer to go for her. Wai, after Mis Carryl died, Huldy got to be sort o housekeeper at the minister s, and saw to every thing, and did every thing : so that there warn t a pin out o the way. " But you know how tis in parishes : there allers is women that thinks the minister s affairs belongs to them, and they ought to have the ruliii and guidin of em ; and, if a minister s wife dies, there s folks that allers has their eyes open on providences, iookin out who s to be the next one. " Now, there was Mis Amaziah Pipperidge, a widder with snappin black eyes, and a hook nose, kind o like a hawk ; and she was one o them up-and-down commaridin sort o women, that feel that they have a THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 67 call to be seein* to every thing that goes on in the parish, and specially to the minister. " Folks did say that Mis Pipperidge sort o sot her eye on the parson for herself : wal, now that are might a been, or it might not. Some folks thought it was a very suitable connection. You see she hed a good property of her own, right nigh to the minister s lot, and was allers kind o active and busy ; so, takin one thing with another, I shouldn t wonder if Mis Pipperidge should a thought that Providence p inted that way. At any rate, she went up to Deakin Blod- gett s wife, and they two sort o put their heads together a mournin and condolin about the way things was likely to go on at the minister s now Mis Carryl was dead. Ye see, the parson s wife, she was one of them women who hed their eyes everywhere and on every thing. She was a little thin woman, but tough as Inger rubber, and smart as a steel trap ; and there warn t a hen laid an egg, or cackled, but Mis Carryl was right there to see about it ; and she hed the garden made in the spring, and the medders mowed in summer, and the cider made, and the corn husked, and the apples got in the fall ; and the doctor, 58 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. he hedn t nothin to do but jest sit stock still a medi tatin on Jerusalem and Jericho and them things thai ministers think about. But Lordy massy ! he didn t know nothin about where any thing he eat or drunk or wore come from or went to : his wife jest leu him round in temporal things arid took care on hnu like a baby. " Wai, to be sure, Mis Carryl looked up to him in spirituals, and thought all the world on him ; for there warn t a smarter minister no where round. Why, when he preached on decrees and election, they used to come clear over from South Parish, and West Sherburne, and Old Town to hear him ; and there was sich a row o waggins tied along by the meetin -house that the stables was all full, and all the hitchin -posts was full clean up to the tavern, so that folks said the doctor made the town look like a gineral trainin -day a Sunday. " He was gret on texts, the doctor was. When he hed a p int to prove, he d jest go thro the Bible, and drive all the texts ahead o him like a flock o sheep ; and then, if there was a text that seemed gin him, why, he d come out with his Greek and THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 59 Hebrew, and kind o chase it round a spell, jest as ye see a fellar chase a contrary bell-wether, and make him jump the fence arter the rest. I tell you, there wa n t no text in the Bible that could stand agin the doctor when his blood was up. The year arter the doctor was app inted to preach the lection sermon in Boston, he made such a figger that the Brattle- street Church sent a committee right down to see if they couldn t get him to Boston ; and then the Sher- burne folks, they up and raised his salary ; ye see, there ain t nothin wakes folks up like somebody else s wantin what you ve got. Wai, that fall they made him a Doctor o Divinity at Cambridge College, and so they sot more by him than ever. Wai, you see, the doctor, of course he felt kind o lonesome and afflicted when Mis Carryl was gone ; but railly and truly, Huldy was so up to every thing about house, that the doctor didn t miss nothin in a tem poral way. His shirt-bosoms was pleated finer than they ever was, and them ruffles round his \vrists was kep like the driven snow; and there warn t a brack in his silk stockin s, and his shoe buckles was kep polished up, and his coats brushed ; 60 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. and then there warn t no bread and biscuit like Huldy s ; and her butter was like solid lumps o gold ; and there wern t no pies to equal hers ; and so the doctor never felt the loss o Miss Carryl at table. Then there was Huldy allers oppisite to him, with her blue eyes and her cheeks like two fresh peaches. She was kind o pleasant to look at ; and the more the doctor looked at her the better he liked her ; and so things seemed to be goin on quite quiet and com fortable ef it hadn t been that Mis Pipperidge and Mis Deakin Blodgett and Mis Sawin got their heads together a talkin about things. " Poor man, says Mis Pipperidge, 4 what can that child that he s got there do towards takin the care of all that place ? It takes a mature woman, she says, 4 to tread in Mis Carryl s shoes. " That it does, said Mis Blodgett ; and, when things once get to runnin down hill, there ain t no stoppin on em, says she. " Then Mis Sawin she took it up. (Ye see, Mis Sawin used to go out to dress-makin , and was sort o jealous, cause folks sot more by Huldy than they did by her). 4 Well, says she, l Huldy Peters is THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 61 well enough at her trade. I never denied that, though I do say I never did believe in her way o makin but ton-holes ; and I must say, if twas the dearest friend I hed, that I thought Huldy tryin to fit Mis Kit- tridge s plumb-colored silk was a clear piece o pre sumption ; the silk was jist spiled, so twarn t fit to come into the meetin -house. I must say, Huldy s a gal that s always too ventersome about takin spon- sibilities she don t know nothin about. " Of course she don t, said Mis Deakin Blodgett. 4 What does she know about all the lookin and see- in to that there ought to be in guidin the minister s house. Huldy s well meaning and she s good at her work, and good in the singers seat ; but Lordy massy ! she hain t got no experience. Parson Carryl ought to have an experienced woman to keep house for him. There s the spring house-cleanin and the fall house- cleanin to be seen to, and the things to be put away from the moths ; and then the gettin ready for the association and all the ministers meetin s ; and tha makin the soap and the candles, and settin the hens and turkeys, watchin the calves, and seein after the hired men and the garden ; and there 6 62 OLDTOWN FJKESIDE STORIES. that are blessed man jist sets there at home as serene, and has nobody round but that are gal, and don t even know how things must be a runnin to waste ! " Wai, the upshot on t was, they fussed and fuzzled and wuzzled till they d drinked up all the tea in the tea pot ; and then they went down and called on the par son, and wuzzled him all up talkin about this, that, and t other that wanted lookin to, and that it was no way to leave every thing to a young chit like Huldy, and that he ought to be lookin about for an experi enced woman. The parson he thanked em kindly, and said he believed their motives was good, but he didn t go 110 further. He didn t ask Mis Pipperidge to come and stay there and help him, nor nothin o that kind ; but he said he d attend to matters himself. The fact was, the parson had got such a likin for havin Huldy round, that he couldn t think o such a thing as swappin her off for the Widder Pipperidge. " But he thought to himself, Huldy is a good girl ; but I oughtn t to be a leavin every thing to her, it s too hard on her. I ought to be instructin and guidin and helpin of her ; cause tain t everybody could be expected to know and do what Mis Carry 1 did ; and THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 63 so at it he went ; and Lordy massy ! didn t Huldy hev a time on t when the minister began to come out of his study, and want to tew round and see to things ? Huldy, you see, thought all the world of the minis ter, and she was most afraid to laugh ; but she told me she couldn t, for the life of her, help it when his back was turned, for he wuzzled things up in the most singular way. But Huldy she d jest say Yes, sir, and get him off into his study, and go on her own way. " Huldy, says the minister one day, you ain t ex perienced out doors ; and, when you want to know any thing, you must come to me. " Yes, sir, says Huldy. " Now, Huldy, says the parson, 4 you must be sure to save the turkey-eggs, so that we can have a lot of turkeys for Thanksgiving. " Yes, sir, says Huldy ; and she opened the pantry - door, and showed him a nice dishful she d been a sav in up. Wai, the very next day the parson s hen-tur key was found killed up to old Jim Scroggs s barn. Folks said Scroggs killed it ; though Scroggs, he stood to it he didn t : at any rate, the Scroggses, they made 64 OLDTOWN FIKESIDE STORIES. a meal on t i and Huldy, she felt bad about it cause she d set her heart on raisin the turkeys ; and says she, c Oh, dear ! I don t know what I shall do. I was just ready to set her. " Do, Huldy ? says the parson : i why, there s the other turkey, out there by the door ; and a fine bird, too, he is. Sure enough, there was the old torn- turkey a struttin and a sidlin and a quitterin, and a floutin his tail-feathers in the sun, like a lively young wid ower, all ready to begin life over agin. " But, says Huldy, you know he can t set on " He can t ? I d like to know why, says the parson. He shall set on eggs, and hatch em too. " O doctor ! says Huldy, all in a tremble ; cause, you know, she didn t want to contradict the minister, and she was afraid she should laugh, I never heard that a torn-turkey would set on eggs. " Why, they ought to, said the parson, getting quite arnest : what else be they good for ? you just bring out the eggs, now, and put em in the nest, and I ll make him set on em. THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 65 " So Huldy she thought there wern t no way to con vince him but to let him try : so she took the eggs out, and fixed em all nice in the nest ; and then she come back and found old Tom a skirmishin with the parson pretty lively, I tell ye. Ye see, old Tom he didn t take the idee at all ; and he flopped and gobbled, and fit the parson ; and the parson s wig got round so that his cue stuck straight out over his ear, but he d got his blood up. Ye see, the old doctor was used to carryin his p ints o doctrine ; and he hadn t fit the Arminians and Socinians to be beat by a tom- turkey ; so finally he made a dive, and ketched him by the neck in spite o his floppin , and stroked him down, and put Huldy s apron round him. " * There, Huldy, he says, quite red in the face, 4 we ve got him now ; and he travelled off to the barn with him as lively as a cricket. " Huldy came behind jist chokin with laugh, and afraid the minister would look round and see her. " l Now, Huldy, we ll crook his legs, and set him down, says the parson, when they got him to the nest : you see he is getting quiet, and he ll set there all right. 66 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " And the parson, he sot him down ; and old Tom he sot there solemn enough, and held his head down all droopin , lookin like a rail pious old cock, as long as the parson sot by him. " 4 There : you see how still he sets, says the par son to Huldy. " Huldy was most dyin for fear she should laugh, 1 I m afraid he ll get up, says she, when you do. " Oh, no, he won t ! says the parson, quite confident. 4 There, there, says he, layin his hands on him, as if pronouncin a blessin . But when the parson riz up, old Tom he riz up too, and began to march over the eggs. " Stop, now ! says the parson. I ll make him get down agin : hand me that corn-basket ; we ll put that over him. " So he crooked old Tom s legs, and got him down agin; and they put the corn-basket over him, and then they both stood and waited. " That ll do the thing, Huldy, said the parson. " I don t know about it, says Huldy. " Oh, yes, it will, child ! I understand, says he. : Huldy came behind^ jist chokirf with laugh" Page 65. THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 67 " Just as he spoke, the basket riz right up and stood, and they could see old Tom s long legs. " I ll make him stay down, confound him, says the parson ; for, ye see, parsons is men, like the rest on us, and the doctor had got his spunk up. " You jist hold him a minute, and I ll get some thing that ll make him stay, I guess ; and out he went to the fence, and brought in a long, thin, flat stone, and laid it on old Tom s back. " Old Tom he wilted down considerable under this, and looked railly as if he was goin to give in. He staid still there a good long spell, and the min ister and Huldy left him there and come up to the house ; but they hadn t more than got in the door before they see old Tom a hippin along, as high- steppin as ever, say in 4 Talk ! talk ! and quitter ! quitter ! and struttin and gobblin as if he d come through the Red Sea, and got the victory. " Oh, my eggs ! says Huldy. i I m afraid he s smashed em ! " And sure enough, there they was, smashed flat enough under the stone. " 111 have him killed, said the parson : 4 we won t have such a critter round. 68 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " But the parson, he slep* on t, and then didn t do it : he only come out next Sunday with a tip-top sermon on the Riginal Cuss that was pronounced on things in gineral, when Adam fell, and showed how every thing was allowed to go contrary ever yinee. There was pig-weed, and pusley, and Cana- dy thistles, cut- worms, and bag- worms, and canker- worms, to say nothin of rattlesnakes. The doctor made it very impressive and sort o improvin ; but Huldy, she told me, goin home, that she hardly could keep from laughin two or three times in the sermon when she thought of old Tom a standin up with the corn-basket on his back. " Wai, next week Huldy she jist borrowed the min ister s horse and side-saddle, and rode over to South Parish to her Aunt Bascome s, Widder Bascome s, you know, that lives there by the trout-brook, and got a lot o turkey-eggs o her, and come back and set a hen on em, and said nothin ; and in good time there was as nice a lot o turkey-chicks as ever ye see. " Huldy never said a word to the minister about his experiment, and he never said a word to her ; but he sort o kep more to his books, and didn t take it on him to advise so much. THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 69 " But not long arter he took it into his head that Htildy ought to have a pig to be a fattin with the buttermilk. Mis Pipperidge set him up to it ; and jist then old Tim Bigelovv, out to Juniper Hill, told him if he d call over he d give him a little pig. " So he sent for a man, and told him to build a pig pen right out by the well, and have it all ready when he came home with his pig. " Huldy she said she wished he might put a curb round the well out there, because in the dark, some times, a body might stumble into it ; and the parson, he told him he might do that. " Wai, old Aikin, the carpenter, he didn t come till most the middle of the arternoon ; and then he sort o idled, so that he didn t get up the well-curb till sun down ; and then he went off and said he d come and do the pig-pen next day. " Wai, arter dark, Parson Carryl he driv into the yard, full chizel, with his pig. He d tied up his mouth to keep him from squeelin ; and he see what he thought was the pig-pen, he was rather nea r- sighted, and so he ran and threw piggy over ; and down he dropped into the water, and the ministei 70 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. put out his horse and pranced off into the house quite delighted. " There, Huldy, I ve got you a nice little pig. " 4 Dear me ! says Huldy : where have you put him? " Why, out there in the pig-pen, to be sure. " Oh, dear me ! says Huldy : 4 that s the well- curb ; there ain t no pig-pen built, says she. " Lordy massy ! says the parson : 4 then I ve thrown the pig in the well ! " Wai, Huldy she worked and worked, and finally she fished piggy out in the bucket, but he was dead as .a door-nail; and she got him out o the way quietly, and didn t say much ; and the parson, he took to a great Hebrew book in his study ; and says he, 4 Huldy, I ain t much in temporals, says he. Huldy says she kind o felt her heart go out to him, he was so sort o meek and helpless and lamed ; and says she, Wai, Parson Carryl, don t trouble your head no more about it ; I ll see to things ; and sure enough, a week arter there was a nice pen, all ship-shape, and two little white pigs that Huldy bought with the oriey for the butter she sold at the store. Pve thrown the pig in the well. 1 Page 70. THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 71 " Wai, Huldy, said the parson, you are a most amazin child: you don t say nothin , but you do more than most folks. " Arter that the parson set sich store by Huldy that he come to her and asked her about every thing, and it was amazin how every thing she put her hand to prospered. Huldy planted marigolds and larkspurs, pinks and carnations, all up and down the path to the front door, and trained up mornin glories and scar let-runners round the windows. And she was always a gettin a root here, and a sprig there, and a seed from somebody else : for Huldy was one o them that has the gift, so that ef you jist give em the leastest sprig of any thing they make a great bush out of it right away ; so that in six months Huldy had roses and geraniums and lilies, sich as it would a took a gardener to raise. The parson, he took no notice at fust ; but when the yard was all ablaze with flowers he used to come and stand in a kind o maze at the front door, and say, Beautiful, beautiful : why, Huldy, I never see any thing like it. And then when her work was done arternoons, Huldy would sit with her sewin in the porch, and sing and trill away till she d 72 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. draw the meadow-larks and the bobolinks, and the orioles to answer her, and the great big elm-tree overhead would get perfectly rackety with the birds ; and the parson, settin there in his study, would git to kind o dreamin about the angels, and golden harps, and the New Jerusalem ; but he wouldn t speak a word, cause Huldy she was jist like them wood-thrushes, she never could sing so well when she thought folks was hearin . Folks noticed, about this time, that the parson s sermons got to be like Aaron s rod, that budded and blossomed : there was things in em about flowers and birds, and more spe cial about the music o heaven. And Huldy she noticed, that ef there was a hymn run in her head while she was round a workin the minister was sure to give it out next Sunday. You see, Huldy was jist like a bee : she always sung when she was workin , and you could hear her trillin , now down in the corn-patch, while she was pickin the corn ; and now in the buttery, while she was workin the butter; and now she d go singin down cellar, and then she d be singin up over head, so that she seemed to fill a house chock full o music. THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 73 " Huldy was so sort o chipper and fair spoken, that she got the hired men all under her thumb: they come to her and took her orders jist as meek as so many calves ; and she traded at the store, and kep the accounts, and she hed her eyes everywhere, and tied up all the ends so tight that there want no get- tin round her. She wouldn t let nobody put nothin off on Parson Carryl, cause he was a minister. Hul dy was allers up to anybody that wanted to make a hard bargain ; and, afore he knew jist what he was about, she d got the best end of it, and everybody said that Huldy was the most capable gal that they d ever traded with. " Wai, come to the meetin of the Association, Mis Deakin Blodgett and Mis Pipperidge come callin up to the parson s, all in a stew, and offerin their ser vices to get the house ready ; but the doctor, he jist thanked em quite quiet, and turned ? em over to Hul dy ; and Huldy she told em that she d got every thing ready, and showed em her pantries, and her cakes and her pies and her puddin s, and took em all over the house ; and they went peekin and pokin , openin cupboard-doors, and lookin into drawers ; and 74 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. they couldn t find so much as a thread out o the way, from garret to cellar, and so they went off quite discontented. Arter that the women set a new trouble a brewin . Then they begun to talk that it was a year now since Mis Carryl died ; and it r ally wasn t proper such a young gal to be stay in there, who everybody could see was a settin her cap for the minister. " Mis Pipperidge said, that, so long as she looked on Huldy as the hired gal, she hadn t thought much about it; but Huldy was railly takin on airs as an equal, and appearin as mistress o the house in a way that would make talk if it went on. And Mis Pipperidge she driv round up to Deakin Abner Snow s, and down to Mis Lijah Perry s, and asked them if they wasn t afraid that the way the parson and Huldy was a goin on might make talk. And they said they hadn t thought on t before, but now, come to think on t, they was sure it would ; and they all went and talked with somebody else, and asked them if they didn t think it would make talk. So come Sunday, between meetin s there warn t noth- in else talked about ; and Huldy saw folks a noddin THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 75 and a winkin , and a lookin arter her, and she begun to feel drefful sort o disagreeable. Finally Mis Sawin she says to her, 4 My dear, didn t you, never think folk would talk about you and the minister ? " No : why should they ? says Huldy, quite in nocent. " Wai, dear, says she, I think it s a shame ; but they say you re tryin to catch him, and that it s so bold and improper for you to be courtin of him right in his own house, you know folks will talk, I thought I d tell you cause I think so much of you, says she. " Huldy was a gal of spirit, and she despised the talk, but it made her drefful uncomfortable ; and when she got home at night she sat down in the mor- nin -glory porch, quite quiet, and didn t sing a word. " The minister he had heard the same thing from one of his deakins that day ; and, when he saw Huldy so kind o silent, he says to her, Why don t you sing, my child ? " He hed a pleasant sort o way with him, the minis ter had, and Huldy had got to likin to be with him , and it all come over her that perhaps she ought to go 76 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. away ; and her throat kind o filled up so she couldn t hardly speak ; and, says she, I can t sing to-night. " Says he, 4 You don t know how much good you re singin has done me, nor how much good you have done me in all ways, Huldy. I wish I knew how to show my gratitude. " O sir I says Huldy, is it improper for me to be here ? " No, dear, says the minister, but ill-natured folks will talk ; but there is one way we can stop it, Huldy if you will marry me. You ll make me very happy, and I ll do all I can to make you happy. Will you? " Wai, Huldy never told me jist what she said to the minister, gals never does give you the particu lars of them are things jist as you d like em, only I know the upshot and the hull on t was, that Huldy she did a consid able lot o clear starchin and ironin the next two days ; and the Friday o next week the minister and she rode over together to Dr. Lothrop s in Old Town ; and the doctor, he jist made em man and wife, spite of envy of the Jews, as the hymn says. Wai, you d better believe there was a stailn THE MINISTER S HOUSEKEEPER. 77 and a wonderin next Sunday mornin when the sec ond bell was a tollin , and the minister walked up the broad aisle with Huldy, all in white, arm in arm with him, and he opened the minister s pew, and handed her in as if she was a princess ; for, you see, Parson Carryl come of a good famity, and was a born gentleman, and had a sort o grand way o bein polite to women-folks. Wai, I guess there was a rus lin among the bunnets. Mis Pipperidge gin a great bounce, like corn poppin on a shovel, and her eyes glared through her glasses at Huldy as if they d a sot her afire ; and everybody in the meetin house was a starin , I tell yew. But they couldn t none of em say nothin agin Huldy s looks ; for there wa n t a crimp nor a frill about her that wa n t jis so; and her frock was white as the driven snow, and she had her bunnet all trimmed up with white ribbins ; and all the fellows said the old doctor had stole a march, and got the handsomest gal in the parish. " Wai, arter meetin they all come round the par son and Huldy at the door, shakin hands and laugh- in ; for by that time they was about agreed that they d got to let putty well alone. 78 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Why, Parson Carryl, says Mis Deakin Blod- gett, how you ve come it over us. " 4 Yes, says the parson, with a kind o twinkle in his eye. I thought, says he, as folks wanted to talk about Huldy and me, I d give em some thin wuth talkin about. " THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. ORDY massy! Stick yer hat into the nor east, Horace, and see f ye can t stop out this ere wind. I m e eny most used up with it." So spake Sam Lawson, contemplating mournfully a new broad-brimmed straw hat in which my soul was rejoicing. It was the dripping end of a sour November after noon, which closed up a " spell o weather" that had been steadily driving wind and rain for a week past; and we boys sought the shelter and solace of his shop, and, opening the door, let in the wind afore said. Sam had been all day in one of his periodical fits of desperate industry. The smoke and sparks had 79 80 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. been seen flying out of his shop-chimney in a frantic manner ; and the blows of his hammer had resounded with a sort of feverish persistence, intermingled with a doleful wailing of psalm-tunes of the most lugubri ous description. These fits of industry on Sam s part were an afflic tion to us boys, especially when they happened to come on Saturday : for Sam was as much a part of our Saturday-afternoon calculations as if we had a regular deed of property in him ; and we had been all day hanging round his shop, looking in from time to time, in the vague hope that he would propose something to brighten up the dreary monotony of a holiday in which it had been impossible to go any where or do any thing. " Sam, ain t you coming over to tell us some stories to-night? " " Bless your soul and body, boys ! life ain t made to be spent tellin stories. Why, I shall hev to be up here workin till arter twelve o clock," said Sam, who was suddenly possessed with a spirit of the most austere diligence. " Here I be up to my neck in work, things kind o comin in a heap together. THE WIDOWS BANDBOX. 81 There s Mis Cap n Broad s andirons, she sent word she must have em to-night ; and there s Lady Lothrop, she wants her warmin -pan right off ; they can t non on em wait a minit longer. I ve ben a drivin and workin all day like a nigger-slave. Then there was Jeduth Pettybone, he brought down them colts to-day, and I worked the biggest part o the mornin shoein on em ; and then Jeduth he said he couldn t make change to pay me, so there wa n t nothin comin in for t ; and then Hepsy she kep a jawin at me all dinner-time bout that. Why, I warn t to blame now, was I ? I can t make every body do jest right and pay regular, can I ? So ye see it goes, boys, gettin yer bread by the sweat o your brow ; and sometimes sweatin and not gettin yer bread. That ere s what I call the cuss, the riginal cuss, that come on man for hearkenin to the voice o his wife, that ere was what did it. It al- lers kind o riles me up with Mother Eve when I think on t. The women hain t no bisness to fret as they do, cause they sot this ere state o things goin in the fust place." " But, Sam, Aunt Lois and Aunt Nabby are both 82 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STOKIES. going over to Mis Mehitabel s to tea. Now, you just come over and eat supper with us and tell us a story, do." " Gone out to tea, be they ? " said Sam, relaxing his hammering, with a brightening gleam stealing gradually across his lanky visage. " Wai, that ere looks like a providential openin , to be sure. Wai, I guess I ll come. What s the use o never bavin a good time ? Ef you work yourself up into shoe strings you don t get no thanks for it, and things in this world s bout as broad as they is long : the wo men 11 scold, turn em which way ye will. A good mug o cider and some cold victuals over to the Dea- kin s 11 kind o comfort a feller up ; and your granny she s sort o merciful, she don t rub it into a fellow all the time like Miss Lois." " Now, let s see, boys," said Sam, when a comfort able meal of pork and beans had been disposed of, and a mug of cider was set down before the fire to warm. " I s pect ye ll like to hear a Down-East story to-night." Of course we did, and tumbled over each other in our eagerness to get the nearest place to the narrator. THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 83 Sam s method of telling a story was as leisurely as that of some modern novel-writers. He would take his time for it, and proceed by easy stages. It was like the course of a dreamy, slow-moving river through a tangled meadow-flat, not a rush nor a bush but was reflected in it ; in short, Sam gave his philosophy of matters and things in general as he went along, and was especially careful to impress an edifying moral. " Wai, ye see, boys, ye know I was born down to Newport, there where it s all ships and shipping, and sich. My old mother she kep a boardin -house for sailors down there. Wai, ye see, I rolled and tumbled round the world pretty consid able afcre I got settled down here in Oldtown. " Ye see, my mother she wanted to bind me out to a blacksmith, but I kind o sort o didn t seem to take to it. It was kind o hard work, and boys is apt to want to take life easy. Wai, I used to run off to the sea-shore, and lie stretched out on them rocks there, and look off on to the water ; and it did use to look so sort o blue and peaceful, and the ships come a sailin in and out so sort o easy and natural, that I 84 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STOKIES. felt as if that are d be jest the easiest kind o life a fellow could have. All he had to do was to get aboard one o them ships, and be off seekin his fortin at t other end o the rainbow, where gold grows on bushes and there s valleys o diamonds. " So, nothin would do but I gin my old mother the slip ; and away I went to sea$ with my duds tied up in a han kercher. " I tell ye what, boys, ef ye want to find an easy life, don t ye never go to sea. I tell ye, life on ship board ain t what it looks to be on shore. I hadn t been aboard more n three hours afore I was the sick est critter that ever ye did see ; and I tell you, I didn t get no kind o compassion. Cap ns and mates they allers thinks boys hain t no kind o business to have no bowels nor nothin , and they put it on em sick or well. It s jest a kick here, and a cuff there, and a twitch by the ear in t other place ; one a shovin on em this way, and another hittin* on em a dip, and all growlin from mornin to night. I be lieve the way my ears got so long was bein hauled out o my berth by em : that are s a sailor s regular way o wakin up a boy. THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 85 " Wai, by time I got to the Penobscot country, all I wanted to know was how to get back agin. That are s jest the way folks go all their lives, boys. It s all fuss, fuss, and stew, stew, till ye get somewhere ; and then it s fuss, fuss, and stew, stew, to get back agin ; jump here and scratch yer eyes out, and jump there and scratch em in agin, that are s life. " Wai, I kind o poked round in Penobscot coun try till I got a berth on 4 The Brilliant that was lyin at Camden, goin to sail to Boston. " Ye see, 4 The Brilliant she was a tight little sloop in the government service : twas in the war-times, ye see, and Commodore Tucker that is now (he wa^ Cap n Tucker then), he had the command on her, used to run up and down all the coast takin observa tions o the British, and keepin his eye out on ein and givin on em a nip here and a clip there, cordic as he got a good chance. Why, your grand ther knew old Commodore Tucker. It was he that took Dr. Franklin over Minister, to France, and dodged all the British vessels, right in the middle o the war I tell you that are was like runnin through the drops in a thunder-shower. He got chased by the 86 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. British ships pretty consid able, but he was too spry for em. Arter the war was over, Commodore Tucker took over John Adams, our fust Minister to England. A drefful smart man the Commodore was, but he most like to a ben took in this ere time I m a tellin ye about, and all cause he was sort o soft hearted to the women. Tom Toothacre told me the story. Tom he was the one that got me the berth on the ship. Ye see, I used to know Tom at New port ; and once when he took sick there my mother nussed him up, and that was why Tom was friends with me and got me the berth, and kep me warm in it too. Tom he was one of your rael Maine boys, that s hatched out, so to speak, in water like ducks. He was born away down there on Harpswell P int ; and they say, if ye throw one o them Harpswell babies into the sea, hell take to it nateral, and swim like a cork: ef they hit their heads agin a rock it only dents the rock, but don t hurt the baby. Tom he was a great character on the ship. He could see further, and knew more bout wind and water, than most folks : the officers took Tom s judgment, and the men all went by his say. My mother she chalked THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 87 a streak o good luck for me when she nussed up Tom. " Wai, we wus a lyin at Camden there, one arter- noon, goin to sail for Boston that night. It was a sort o soft, pleasant arternoon, kind o still, and there wa n t nothin a goin on but jest the hens a craw-crawin , and a histin up one foot, and holdin it a spell cause they didn t know when to set it down, and the geese a sissin and a pickin at the grass. Ye see, Camden wasn t nothin of a place, twas jest as if somebody had emptied out a pocketful o houses and forgot em. There wer n t nothin a stirrin or goin on ; and so we was all took aback, when bout four o clock in the arternoon there come a boat alongside, with a tall, elegant lady in it, all dressed in deep mournin . She rared up sort o princess-like, and come aboard our ship, and wanted to speak to Cap n Tucker. Where she come from, or what she wanted, or where she was goin to, we none on us knew : she kep her veil down so we couldn t get sight o her face. All was, she must see Cap n Tucker alone right away. " Wai, Cap n Tucker he was like the generality 88 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. o cap ns. He was up to bout every thing that any man could do, but it was pretty easy for a woman to come it over him. Ye see, cap ns, they don t see women as men do ashore. They don t have enough of em to get tired on em ; and every woman s an angel to a sea-cap n. Anyway, the cap n he took her into his cabin, and he sot her a chair, and was her humble servant to command, and what would she have of him ? And we was all a winkin , and a nudgin each other, and a peekin to see what was to come o it. And she see it ; and so she asks, in a sort o princess way, to speak to the cap n alone ; and so the doors was shut, and we was left to our own ideas, and a wonderin what it was all to be about. " Wai, you see, it come out arterwards all about what went on ; and things went this way. Jest as soon as the doors was shut, and she was left alone with the cap n, she busted out a cryin and a sobbin fit to break her heart. " Wai, the cap n he tried to comfort her up : but no, she wouldn t be comforted, but went on a weepin and a wailin, and a wringin on her hands, till the poor cap n s heart was a most broke ; for the cap n THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 89 was the tenderest-hearted critter that could be, and couldn t bear to see a child or a woman in trouble noways. " O cap n ! said she, I m the most uufortunate woman. I m all alone in the world, says she, and I don t know what ll become of me ef you don t keep me, says she. " Wai, the cap n thought it was time to run up his colors ; and so says he, Ma am, I m a married man, and love my wife, says he, and so I can feel for all women in distress, says he. " Oh, well, then ! says she, you can feel for me, and know how to pity me. My dear husband s just died suddenly when he was up the river. He was took with the fever in the woods. I nussed him day and night, says she ; 4 but he died there in a mis able little hut far from home and friends, says she ; and I ve brought his body down with me, hopiri Provi dence would open some way to get it back to our home in Boston. And now, cap n, you must help me.* " Then the cap n see what she was up to : and he hated to do it, and tried to cut her off o askin ; but she wa n t to be put off. 90 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Now, cap n, says she, 4 ef you ll take me and the body o my husband on board to-night, I d be v\ iliin to reward you to any amount. Money would he no object to me, says she. u Wai, you see, the cap n he kind o hated to do it ; and he hemmed and hawed, and he tried to pologize. He said twas a government vessel, and he didn t know as he had a right to use it. He said sailors was apt to be superstitious ; and he didn t want em to know as there was a corpse on board. " 4 Wai, says she, why need they know ? For, you see, she was up to every dodge ; and she said she d come along with it at dusk, in a box, and have it just carried to a state-room, and he needn t tell nobody what it was. " Wai, Cap n Tucker he hung off; and he tried his best to persuade her to have a funeral, all quiet, there at Camden. He promised to get a minister, and tend to it, and wait a day till it was all over, and then take her on to Boston free gratis. But twas all no go. She wouldn t hear a word to t. And she reeled off the talk to him by the yard. And, when talk failed, she took to her water-works THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 91 again, till finally the cap n said his resolution was clean washed away, and he jest give up hook and line ; and so twas all settled and arranged, that, when evening come, she was to be alongside with her boat, and took aboard. " When she come out o the cap n s room to go off, 1 see Tom Toothacre a watchin on her. He stood there by the railin s a shavin up a plug o baccy to put in his pipe. He didn t say a word ; but he sort o took the measure o that are woman with his eye, and kept a follerin on her. " She had a fine sort o lively look, carried her head up and shoulders back, and stepped as if she had steel springs in her heels. " Wai, Tom, what do ye say to her ? says Ben Bowdin. 44 I don t say nothin , says Tom, and he lit his pipe ; tain t my busness, says he. " Wai, what do you think? says Ben. Tom gin a hist to his trousers. u 4 My thoughts is my own, says he ; and I cal culate to keep em to myself, says he. And then he jest walked to the side of the vessel, and watched the 92 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. woman a gettin ashore. There was a queer kind o look in Tom s eye. 44 Wai, the cap n he was drefful sort o oneasy arter she was gone. He had a long talk in the cabin with Mr. More, the fust officer ; aud there was a sort o stir aboard as if somethin was a goin to happen, we couldn t jest say what it was. " Sometimes it seems as if, when things is goin to happen, a body kind o feels em comin in the air. We boys was all that way : o course we didn t know nothin bout what the woman wanted, or what she come for, or whether she was comin agin ; n fact, we didn t know nothin about it, and yet we sort o expected suthin to come o it ; and suthin did come, sure enough. " Come on night, jest at dusk, we see a boat com in alongside ; and there, sure enough, was the lady in it. " c There, she s comin agin, says I to Tom Tooth acre. " 4 Yes, and brought her baggage with her, says Tom ; and he p inted down to a long, narrow pine box that was in the boat beside her. THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 93 " Jest then the cap n called on Mr. More, and he called on Tom Toothacre ; and among em they low ered a tackle, and swung the box aboard, and put it in the state-room right alongside the cap n s cabin. " The lady she thanked the cap n and Mr. More, and her voice was jest as sweet as any night ingale ; and she went into the state-room arter they put the body in, and was gone ever so long with it. The cap n and Mr. More they stood a whisperin to each other, and every once in a while they d kind o nod at the door where the lady was. " Wai, by and by she come out with her han ker- chief to her eyes, and come on deck, and begun talk- in to the cap n and Mr. More, and a wishin all kinds o blessin s on their heads. " Wai, Tom Toothacre didn t say a word, good or bad ; but he jest kep a lookin at her, watchin her as a cat watches a mouse. Finally we up sail, and started with a fair breeze. The lady she kep a walkin up and down, up and down, and every time she turned on her heel, I saw Tom a lookin arter her and kind o noddin to himself. " What makes you look arter her so, Tom ? says I to him. 94 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STOKIES. " Cause I thiak she wants lookin arter, says Tom. What s more, says he, if the cap n don t look sharp arter her the devil 11 have us all afore mornin. I tell ye, Sam, there s mischief under them petticuts. " Why, what do ye think ? says I. " Think ! I don t think, I knows ! That are s no gal, nor widder neither, if my name s Tom Tooth- acre ! Look at her walk ; look at the way she turns on her heel ! I ve been a watchin on her. There ain t no woman livin with a step like that ! says he. " Wai, who should the critter be, then ? says I. " Wai, says Tom, ef that are ain t a British naval officer, I lose my bet. I ve been used to the ways on em, and I knows their build and their step. " And what do you suppose she s got in that long box ? says I. " What has she got? says Tom. Wai, folks might say none o my bisness ; but I s pects it ll turn out some o my bisness, and yourn too, if he don t look sharp arter it, says Tom. It s no good, that are box ain t. " Why don t you speak to Mr. More ? says I. THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 95 " 4 Wai, you see she s a chipperin round and amak in herself agreeable to both on em, you see ; she don t mean to give nobody any chance for a talk with em ; but I ve got my eye on her, for all that. You see I hain t no sort o disposition to sarve out a time on one o them British prison-ships, says Tom Toothacre. It might be almighty handy for them British to have " The Brilliant " for a coast-vessel, says he ; but, ye see, it can t be spared jest yet. So, madam, says he, I ve got my eye on you. " Wai, Tom was as good as his word ; for when Mr. More came towards him at the wheel, Tom he up and says to him, 4 Mr. More, says he, ; that are big box in the state-room yonder wants lookin into. " Tom was a sort o privileged character, and had a way o speakin up that the officers took in good part, cause they knew he was a fust-rate hand. " Wai, Mr. More he looks mysterious ; and says he, Tom, do the boys know what s in that are box ? " 4 1 bet they don t, says Tom. If they had, you wouldn t a got em to help it aboard. u Wai, you see, poor woman, says Mr. More to Tom, she was so distressed. She wanted to get 96 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. her husband s body to Boston ; and there wa n t no other way, and so the cap n let it come aboard. He didn t want the boys to suspect what it really was. " 4 Husband s body be hanged ! said Tom. Guess that are corpse ain t so dead but what there ll be a resurrection afore mornin , if it ain t looked arter, says he. " Why, what do you mean, Tom ? said Mr. More, all in a blue maze. " c I mean, that are gal that s ben a switchin her petticuts up and down our deck ain t no gal at all. That are s a British officer, Mr. More. You give my duty to the cap n, and tell him to look into his wid- der s bandbox, and see what he ll find there. " Wai, the mate he went and had a talk with the cap n ; and they greed between em that Mr. More was to hold her in talk while the cap n went and took observations in the state-room. " So, down the cap n goes into the state-room to give a look at the box. Wai, he finds the state room door all locked to be sure, and my lady had the key in her pocket ; but then the cap n he had a mas- THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 97 ter key to it ; and so he puts it in, and opens the door quite softly, and begins to take observations. " Sure enough, he finds that the screws had been drawed from the top o the box, showin that the widder had been a tinkerin on t when they thought she was a cryin over it ; and then, lookin close, he sees a bit o twine goin from a crack in the box out o the winder, and up on deck. " Wai, the cap n he kind o got in the sperit o the thing ; and he thought he d jest let the widder play her play out, and see what it would come to. So he jest calls Tom Toothacre down to him and whis pered to him. 4 Tom, says he, you jest crawl un der the berth in that are state-room, and watch that are box. And Tom said he would. li So Tom creeps under the berth, and lies there still as a mouse ; and the cap n he slips out and turns the key in the door, so that when madam comes down she shouldn t s pect nothin . " Putty soon, sure enough, Tom heard the lock rattle, and the young widder come in ; and then he heard a bit o conversation between her and the corpse. 98 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " What time is it ? come in a kind o hoarse whisper out o the box. " Well, bout nine o clock, says she. 44 How long afore you ll let me out ? says he. " 4 Oh ! you must have patience, says she, till they re all gone off to sleep ; when there ain t but one man up. I can knock him down, says she, 4 and then I ll pull the string for you. " 4 The devil you will, ma am ! says Tom to him self, under the berth. " 4 Well, it s darned close here, says the fellow in the box. He didn t say darned, boys ; but he said a wickeder word that I can t repeat, noways," said Sam, in a parenthesis : " these ere British officers was drefful swearin critters. " 4 You must have patience a while longer, says the lady, * till I pull the string. Tom Toothacre lay there on his back a laughin . " 4 Is every thing goin on right ? says the man in the box. " 4 All straight, says she : there don t none of em suspect. " 4 You bet, says Tom Toothacre, under the ; And gin him a regular bear s hug." Page 99. THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 99 berth ; and he said he had the greatest mind to catch the critter by the feet as she was a standin there, but somehow thought it would be better fun to see the thing through cording as they d planned it. u Wai, then she went off switchin and mincin up to the deck agin, and a flirtin with the cap n ; for you see twas greed to let em play their play out. " Wai, Tom he lay there a waitin ; and he waited and waited and waited, till he most got asleep ; but finally he heard a stirrin in the box, as if the fellah was a gettin up. Tom he jest crawled out still and kerful, and stood up tight agin the wall. Putty soon he hears a grunt, and he sees the top o the box a risin up, and a man jest gettin out on t mighty still. " Wai, Tom he waited till he got fairly out on to the floor, and had his hand on the lock o the door, when he jumps on him, and puts both arms round him, and gin him a regular bear s hug. " Why, what s this ? says the man. " l Guess ye ll find out> darn ye, says Tom Tooth- acre. 4 So, ye wanted our ship, did ye ? Wai, ye jest can t have our ship, says Tom, says he ; and I tOO OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. tell you he jest run that are fellow up stairs lickety- split, for Tom was strong as a giant. " The fust thing they saw was Mr. More hed got the widder by both arms, and was tying on em be hind her. Ye see, madam, your game s up, says Mr. More, but we ll give ye a free passage to Bos ton, tho , says he : we wanted a couple o prisoners about these days, and you ll do nicely. " The fellers they was putty chopfallen, to be sure, and the one in women s clothes specially : cause when he was found out, he felt foolish enough in his petticuts ; but they was both took to Boston, and given over as prisoners. " Ye see, come to look into matters, they found these two young fellows, British officers, had formed a regular plot to take Cap n Tucker s vessel, and run it into Halifax ; and ye see, Cap n Tucker he was so sort o spry, and knew all the Maine coast so well, and was so cute at dodgin in and out all them little bays and creeks and places all long shore, that he made the British considerable trouble, cause wher ever they didn t want him, that s where he was sure to be. THE WIDOW S BANDBOX. 101 " So they d hatched up this ere plan. There was one or two British sailors had been and shipped aboard 4 The Brilliant a week or two aforehand, and twas suspected they was to have helped in the plot if things had gone as they laid out ; but I tell you, when the fellows see which way the cat jumped, they took pretty good care to say that they hadn t nothin to do with it. Oh, no, by no manner o means ! Wai, o course, ye know, it couldn t be proved on em, and so we let it go. " But I tell you, Cap n Tucker he felt pretty cheap about his widder. The worst on t was, they do say Ma am Tucker got hold of it ; and you might know if a woman got hold of a thing like that she d use it as handy as a cat would her claws. The wo men they can t no more help hittin a fellow a clip and a rap when they ve fairly got him, than a cat when she s ketched a mouse ; and so I shouldn t wonder if the Commodore heard something about his widder every time he went home from his v y- ages the longest day he had to live. I don t know nothin bout it, ye know : I only kind o jedge by what looks, as human natur goes. 102 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " But, Lordy massy ! boys, *t wa n t nothin to be shamed of in the cap n. Folks 11 have to answer for wus things at the last day than tryin to do a kind ness to a poor widder, now, I tell you. It s better to be took in doin a good thing, than never try to do good ; and it s my settled opinion," said Sam, taking up his mug of cider and caressing it tenderly, " it s my humble opinion, that the best sort o folks is the easiest took in, specially by the women. I reely don t think I should a done a bit better my self." CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. NE of our most favorite legendary resorts was the old barn. Sam Lawson preferred it on many accounts. It was quiet and retired, that is to say> at such distance from his own house, that he could not hear if Hepsy called ever so loudly, and farther off than it would be convenient for that industrious and painstaking woman to follow him. Then there was the soft fragrant cushion of hay, on which his length of limb could be easily bestowed. Our barn had an upper loft with a swinging outer door that commanded a view of the old mill, the waterfall, and the distant windings of the river, with its grassy green banks, its graceful elm draperies, and 103 104 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. its white flocks of water-lilies ; and then on this Saturday afternoon we had Sam all to ourselves. It was a drowsy, dreamy October day, when the hens were lazily " craw, crawing," in a soft, conversational undertone with each other, as they scratched and picked the hay-seed under the barn windows. Below in the barn black Csesar sat quietly hatchelling flax, sometimes gurgling and giggling to himself with an overflow of that interior jollity with which he seemed to be always full. The African in New England was a curious contrast to everybody around him in the joy and satisfaction that he seemed to feel in the mere fact of being alive. Every white person was glad or sorry for some appreciable cause in the past, present, or future, which was capable of being definitely stated ; but black Csesar was in an eternal giggle and frizzle and simmer of enjoyment for which he could give no earthly reason : he was an " embodied joy," like Shelley s skylark. " Jest hear him," said Sam Lawson, looking pen- bively over the hay-mow, and strewing hayseed down on his wool. " How that are critter seems to tickle and laugh all the while bout no thin . Lordy massy ! CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 105 he don t seem never to consider that this life s a dream, an empty show. " Look here, Sam," we broke in, anxious to cut short a threatened stream of morality, " you prom ised to tell us about Capt. Kidd, and how you dug for his money." 44 Did I, now ? Wai, boys, that are history o Kidd s is a warnin to fellers. Why, Kidd had pious parents and Bible and sanctuary privileges when he was a boy, and yet come to be hanged. It s all in this ere song I m a goin to sing ye. Lordy massy ! I wish I had my bass-viol now. Caesar," he said, calling down from his perch, " can t you strike the pitch o Cap n Kidd, on your fiddle ? " Caesar s fiddle was never far from him. It was, in fact, tucked away in a nice little nook just over the manger; and he often caught an interval from his work to scrape a dancing-tune on it, keeping time with his heels, to our great delight. A most wailing minor-keyed tune was doled forth, which seemed quite refreshing to Sam s pathetic vein, as he sang in his most lugubrious tones, 106 OLDTOWN FIEESIDE STORIES. " My name was Robert Kidd As I sailed, as I sailed, My name was Robert Kidd ; God s laws I did forbid, And so wickedly I did, As I sailed, as I sailed. "Now ye see, boys, he s a goin to tell how he abused his religious privileges ; just hear now : " My father taught me well, As I sailed, as I sailed ; My father taught me well To shun the gates of hell, But yet I did rebel, As I sailed, as I sailed. " He put a Bible in my hand, As I sailed, as I sailed ; He put a Bible in my hand, And I sunk it in the sand Before I left the strand, As I sailed, as I sailed. " Did ye ever hear o such a hardened, contrary critter, boys ? It s awful to think on. Wai, ye see that are s the way fellers allers begin the ways o CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 107 sin, by turnin their backs on the Bible and the ad vice o pious parents. Now hear what he coine to: " Then I murdered William More, As I sailed, as I sailed ; I murdered William More, And left him in his gore, Not many leagues from shore, As I sailed, as I sailed. " * To execution dock I must go, I must go. To execution dock, While thousands round me flock, To see me on the block, I must go, I must go/ " There was a good deal more on t," said Sam, pausing, " but I don t seem to remember it ; but it s real solemn and affectin ." " Who was Capt. Kidd, Sam ? " said I. " Wai, he was an officer in the British navy, and he got to bein a pirate : used to take ships and sink em, and murder the folks ; and so they say he got 108 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. no end o money, gold and silver and precious stones, as many as the wise men in the East. But ye see, what good did it all do him ? He couldn t use it, and dar sn t keep it ; so he used to bury it in spots round here and there in the awfullest heathen way ye ever heard of. Why, they say he allers used to kill one or two men or women or children of his prisoners, and bury with it, so that their sperits might keep watch on it ef anybody was to dig arter it. That are thing has been tried and tried and tried, but no man nor mother s son on em ever got a cent that dug. Twas tried here n Oldtown; and they come pretty nigh gettin on t, but it gin em the slip. Ye see, boys, its the Devil s money, and he holds a pretty tight grip on t." . " Well, how was it about digging for it? Tell us, did you do it ? Were you there ? Did you see it ? And why couldn t they get it ? " we both asked eagerly and in one breath. " Why, Lordy massy I boys, your questions tumbles over each other thick as martins out o a martin-box. Now, you jest be moderate and let alone, and I ll tell you all about it from the begmnin to the end. I CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 109 didn t railly have no hand in t, though I was know- in to t, as I be to most things that goes on round here ; but my conscience wouldn t railly a let me start on no sich undertakin . " Wai, the one that fust sot the thing a goin wa^ old Mother Hokum, that used to live up in thai little tumble-down shed by the cranberry-pond uj, beyond the spring pastur . They had a putty bad name, them Hokums. How they got a livin nobody knew ; for they didn t seem to pay no attention to raisin nothin but childun, but the duce knows, there was plenty o them. Their old hut was like a rabbit-pen : there was a tow-head to every crack and cranny. Member what old Caesar said once when the word come to the store that old Hokum had got twins. S pose de Lord knows best, says Csesar, ; but I thought dere was Hokums enough afore. Wai, even poor workin industrious folks like me finds it s hard gettin along when there s so many mouths to feed. Lordy massy ! there don t never seem to be no end on t, and so it ain t wonder ful, come to think on t, ef folks like them Hokums gets tempted to help along in ways that ain t quite 10 110 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. right. Anyhow, folks did use to think that old Hokum was too sort o familiar with their wood-piles long in the night, though they couldn t never prove it on him ; and when Mother Hokum come to houses round to wash, folks use sometimes to miss pieces, here and there, though they never could find em on her ; then they was allers a gettin in debt here and a gettin in debt there. Why, they got to owin two dol lars to Joe Gidger for butcher s meat. Joe was sort o good-natured and let em have meat, cause Hokum he promised so fair to pay ; but he couldn t never get it out o him. Member once Joe walked clear up to the cranberry-pond arter that are two dollars ; but Mother Hokum she see him a comin jest as he come past the juniper-bush on the corner. She says to Hokum, Get into bed, old man, quick, and let me tell the story, says she. So she covered him up ; and when Gidger come in she come up to him, and says she, Why, Mr. Gidger, I m jest ashamed to see ye : why, Mr. Hokum was jest a comin down to pay ye that are money last week, but ye see he was took down with the small-pox Joe didn t hear no more : he just turned round, and he streaked it CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. Ill out that are door with his coat-tails flyin out straight ahind him ; and old Mother Hokum she jest stood at the window holdin her sides and laughin fit to split, to see him run. That are s jest a sample o the ways them Hokums cut up. " Wai, you see, boys, there s a queer kind o rock down on the bank o the river, that looks sort o like a grave-stone. The biggest part on t is sunk down under ground, and it s pretty well growed over with blackberry-vines ; but, when you scratch the bushes away, they used to make out some queer marks on that are rock. They was sort o lines and crosses ; and folks would have it that them was Kidd s private marks, and that there was one o the places where he hid his money. " Wai, there s no sayin fairly how it come to be thought so ; but fellers used to say so, and they used sometimes to talk it over to the tahvern, and kind o wonder whether or no, if they should dig, they wouldn t come to suthin . "Wai, old Mother Hokum she heard on t, and she was a sort o enterprisin old crittur : fact was, she had to be, cause the young Hokums was jest like 112 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. bag-worms, the more they growed the more they eat, and I expect she found it pretty hard to fill theii mouths ; and so she said ef there was any thing under that are rock, they d as good s have it as the Devil ; and so she didn t give old Hokum no peace o his life, but he must see what there was there. " Wai, I was with em the night they was a talk- in on t up. Ye see, Hokum he got thirty-seven cents worth o lemons and sperit. I see him goin by as I was out a splittin kindlin s ; and says he, * Sam, you jest go long up to our house to-night, says he : Toddy Whitney and Harry Wiggin s corn- in up, and we re goin 1 to have a little suthin hot, says he ; and he kind o showed me the lemons and sperit. And I told him I guessed I would go long. Wai, I kind o wanted to see what they d be up to, ye know. " Wai, come to find out, they was a talkin about Cap n Kidd s treasures, and layin out how they should get it, and a settin one another on with gret stories about it. " I ve heard that there was whole chists full o gold guineas, says one. CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 11, J " And Fve heard o gold bracelets and ear-rings and finger-rings all sparklin with diamonds/ says another. " Maybe it s old silver plate from some o them old West Indian grandees, says another. " Wai, whatever it is, says Mother Hokum, i I want to be into it, says she. " Wai, Sam, won t you jine ? says they. " 4 Wai, boys, says I, 4 1 kind o don t feel jest like j inin . I sort o ain t clear about the rights on t : seems to me it s mighty nigh like goin to the Devil for money. " 4 Wai, says Mother Hokum, c what if tis ? Money s money, get it how ye will ; and the Devil s money 11 buy as much meat as any. I d go to the Devil, if he gave good money. " Wai, I guess I wouldn t, says I. c Don t you member the sermon Parson Lothrop preached about hastin to be rich, last sabba day ? " Parson Lothrop be hanged ! says she. Wai, now, says she, I like to see a parson with his silk stocking and great gold-headed cane, a lollopin on his carriage behind his fat, prancin hosses, comin ic 114 OLDTOWX meetin to preach to us poor folks not to want to be rich ! How d he like it to have forty- leven children, and nothin to put onto em or into em, I wonder ? Guess if Lady Lothrop had to rub and scrub, and wear her fingers to the bone as I do, she d want to be rich ; and I guess the parson, if he couldn t get a bellyful for a week, would be for diggin up Kidd s money, or doing most any thing else to make the pot bile. ** * Wai, says I, I ll kind o go with ye, boys, and sort o see how tilings turn out ; but I guess I won t take no shere in t, says I. " Wai, they got it all planned out. They was to wait till the full moon, and then they was to get Primus King to go with em and help do the diggin . Ye see, Hokum and Toddy Whitney and Wiggin are all putty softly fellers, and hate dreffully to work ; and I tell you the Kidd money ain t to be got without a pretty tough piece o diggin . Why, it s jest like diggin a well to get at it. Now, Primus King was the master hand for diggin wells, and so they said they d get him by givin 1 on him a shere. " Harry Wiggin he didn t want no nigger a sherin CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 11." in it, he said ; but Toddy and Hokum they said that when there was such stiff diggin to be done, they didn t care if they did go in with a nigger. " Wai, Wiggin he said he hadn t no objection to havin the nigger do the diggin, it was tlwriiC the profits he objected to. " Wai, says Hokum, 4 you can t get him without, says he. Primus knows too much, says he : you can t fool him. Finally they greed that they Avas to give Primus twenty dollars, and shere the treasure mong themselves. " Come to talk with Primus, he wouldn t stick in a spade, unless they d pay him aforehand. Ye see, Pri mus was up to em ; he knowed about Gidger, and there waVt none on ? em that was particular good pay ; and so they all jest hed to rake and scrape, and pay him down the twenty dollars among em ; and they greed for the fust full moon, at twelve o clock at night, the 9th of October. " Wai, ye see I had to tell Hepsy I was goin out to watch. Wai, so I was ; but not jest in the way she took it : but, Lordy massy ! ;i feller has to tell his wife su thin to keep her quiet, ye know, specially Hepsy. 116 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, wal, of all the moonlight nights that ever 1 did see, I never did see one equal to that. Why, you could see the color o every thing. I member I lould see how the huckleberry-bushes on the rock ivas red as blood when the moonlight shone through em ; cause the leaves, you see, had begun to turn. " Goin on our way we got to talkin about the aperits. " I ain t afraid on em, says Hokum. What harm can a sperit do me ? says he. I don t care ef there s a dozen on em ; and he took a swig at his bottle. " Oh ! there ain t no sperits, says Harry Wiggin. 4 That are talk s all nonsense ; and he took a swig at his bottle. " 4 Wal, says Toddy, 4 1 don t know bout that are. Me and Ike Sanders has seen the sperits in the Cap n Brown house. We thought we d jest have a peek into the window one night ; and there was a whole flock o black colts without no heads on come rushin on us and knocked us flat. " I expect you d been at the tahvern, said Hokum. " Wal, yes, we had ; but them was sperits : we CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 117 wa n t drunk, now ; we was jest as sober as ever we was. " Wai, they won t get away my money, says Pri mus, for I put it safe away in Dinah s teapot afore I come out ; and then he showed all his ivories from ear to ear. I think all this are s sort o foolishness, says Primus. " Wai, says I, boys, I ain t a goin to have no part or lot in this ere matter, but I ll jest lay it off to you how it s to be done. Ef Kicld s money is under this rock, there s sperits that watch it, and you mustn t give em no advantage. There mustn t be a word spoke from the time ye get sight o the treas ure till ye get it safe up on to firm ground, says I. 4 Ef ye do, it ll vanish right out o sight. I ve talked with them that has dug down to it and seen it ; but they allers lost it, cause they d call out and say suthin ; and the minute they spoke, away it went. " Wai, so they marked off the ground ; and Pri mus he begun to dig, and the rest kind o sot round. Tt was so still it was kind o ? solemn. Ye see, it was past twelve o clock, and every critter in Oldtown 118 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. was asleep ; and there was two whippoor wills on the great Cap n Brown elm-trees, that kep a answerin each other back and forward sort o solitary like ; and then every once in a while there d come a sort o strange whisper up among the elm-tree leaves, jest as if there was talkin goin on ; and every time Pri mus struck his spade into the ground it sounded sort o holler, jest as if he d been a diggin a grave. 4 It s kind o melancholy, says I, 4 to think o them poor critters that had to be killed and buried jest to keep this ere treasure. What awful things 11 be brought to light in the judgment day ! Them poor critters they loved to live and hated to die as much as any on us ; but no, they hed to die jest to satisfy that critter s wicked will. I ve heard them as thought they could tell the Cap n Kidd places by layin their ear to the grqund at midnight, and they d hear groans and wailin s." " Why, Sam ! were there really people who could tell where Kidd s money was ? " I here interposed. " Oh, sartin ! why, yis. There was Shebna Bascom, he was one. Shebna could always tell what was un der the earth. He d cut a hazel-stick, and hold it in * They dug down about five feet. " Page 119. CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 119 his hand when folks was wantin to know where to dig wells ; and that are stick would jest turn in his hand, and p int down till it would fairly grind the bark off; and ef you dug in that place you was sure to find a spring. Oh, yis ! Shebna he s told many where the Kidd money was, and been with em when they dug for it ; but the pester on t was they allers lost it, cause they would some on em speak afore they thought." " But, Sam, what about this digging ? Let s know what came of it," said we, as Sam appeared to lose his way in his story. " Wai, ye see, they dug down about five feet, when Primus he struck his spade smack on something that chincked like iron. " Wai, then Hokum and Toddy Whitney was into the hole in a minute : they made Primus get out, and they took the spade, cause they wanted to be sure to come on it themselves. " Wai, they begun, and they dug and he scraped, and sure enough they come to a gret iron pot as big as your granny s dinner-pot, with an iron bale to it. " Wai, then they put down a rope, and he put the 120 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. rope through the handle ; then Hokum and Toddy they clambered upon the bank, and all on em began to draw up jest as still and silent as could be. They drawed and they drawed, till they jest got it even with the ground, when Toddy spoke out all in a tremble, There, says he, weve got it ! And the minit he spoke they was both struck by suthin that knocked em clean over ; and the rope give a crack like a pistol- shot, and broke short off; and the pot went down, down, down, and they heard it goin , jink, jink, jink ; and it went way down into the earth, and the ground closed over it ; and then they heard the screechin est laugh ye ever did hear." " I want to know, Sam, did you see that pot ? " I exclaimed at this part of the story. " Wai, no, I didn t. Ye see, I jest happened to drop asleep while they was diggin , I was so kind o tired, and I didn t wake up till it was all over. " I was waked up, cause there was consid able of a scuffle ; for Hokum was so mad at Toddy for speakin , that he was a fistin on him ; and old Pri mus he jest haw-hawed and laughed. Wai, I got my money safe, anyhow, says he. CAPTAIN KIDD S MONEY. 121 " 4 Wai, come to, says I. Tain t no use cryin for spilt milk : you ve jest got to turn in now and fill up this ere hole, else the selectmen 11 be down on ye. " Wai, says Primus, I didn t engage to fill up no holes ; and he put his spade on his shoulder and trudged off. " Wai, it was putty hard work, fillin in that hole ; but Hokum and Toddy and Wiggin had to do it, cause they didn t want to have everybody a laughin at em ; and I kind o tried to set it home to em, showin on em that twas all for the best. " 4 Ef you d a been left to get that are money, there d a come a cuss with it, says I. It shows the vanity o hastin to be rich. " Oh, you shet up ! says Hokum, says he. You never hasted to any thing, says he. Ye see, he was riled, that s why he spoke so." " Sam," said we, after maturely reflecting over the story, " what do you suppose was in that pot ? " " Lordy massy ! boys : ye never will be done askin questions. Why, how should I know ? " MIS ELDERKIN S PITCHER." E see, boys," said Sam Lawson, as we were gathering young wintergreen on a sunny hillside in June, " ye see, folks don t allers know what their marcies is when they sees em. Folks is kind o blinded ; and, when a providence comes along, they don t seem to know how to take it, and they growl and grumble about what turns out the best things that ever happened to em in their lives. It s like Mis Elderkin s pitcher." " What about Mis Elderkin s pitcher ? " said both of us in one breath. " Didn t I never tell ye, now ? " said Sam : " why, I wanter know ? " No, we were sure he never had told us ; and Sain 122 "MIS ELDBRKIN S PITCHER." 123 as usual, began clearing the ground by a thorough in troduction, with statistical expositions. " Wai, ye see, Mis Elderkin she lives now over to Sherburne in about the handsomest house in Sher- burne, a high white house, with green blinds and white pillars in front, and she rides out in her own kerridge ; and Mr. Elderkin, he s a deakin in the church, and a colonel in the malitia, and a s lectman, and pretty much atop every thing there is goin in Sherburne, and it all come of that are pitcher." " What pitcher ? " we shouted in chorus. " Lordy massy ! that are s jest what I m a goin to tell you about ; but, ye see, a feller s jest got to make a beginnin to all things. " Mis Elderkin she thinks she s a gret lady nowa days, I s pose ; but I member when she was Miry Brown over here n Oldtown, and I used to be waitin on her to singing-school. " Miry and I was putty good friends along in them days, we was putty consid able kind o intimate. Fact is, boys, there was times in them days when I thought whether or no I wouldn t take Miry myself," said Sam, his face growing luminous with the pleas- 124 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. ing idea of his former masculine attractions and priv ileges. " Yis," lie continued, " there was a time when folks said I could a hed Miry ef I d asked her ; and I putty much think so myself, but I didn t say nothin : marriage is allers kind o -ventursome ; an Miry had such up-and-down kind o ways, I was sort o fraid on t. " But Lordy massy ! boys, you mustn t never tell Hepsy I said so, cause she d be mad enough to bite a shingle-nail in two. Not that she sets so very gret by me neither ; but then women s backs is allers up ef they think anybody else could a hed you, whether they want you themselves or not. " Ye see, Miry she was old Black Hoss John Brown s da ter, and lived up there in that are big brown house by the meetin -house, that "hes the red hollyhock in the front yard. Miry was about the handsomest gal that went into the singers seat a Sunday. " I tell you she wa n t none o your milk-and-sugar gals neither, she was mazin strong built. She was the strongest gal in her arms that I ever see. Why, I ve seen Miry take up a barrel o flour, and lift "MIS ELDEBKIN S PITCHER. 125 it right into the kitchen ; and it would jest make the pink come into her cheeks like two roses, but she never seemed to mind it a grain. She had a good strong back of her own, and she was straight as a poplar, with snappin black eyes, and I tell you there was a snap to her tongue too. Nobody never got ahead o Miry ; she d give every fellow as good as he sent, but for all that she was a gret favorite. " Miry was one o your briery, scratchy gals, that seems to catch fellers in thorns. She allers fit and flouted her beaux, and the more she fit and flouted em the more they d be arter her. There wa n t a gal in all Oldtown that led such a string o fellers ar ter her ; cause, you see, she d now and then throw em a good word over her shoulder, and then they d all fight who should get it, and she d jest laugh to see em do it. " Why, there was Tom Sawin, he was one o her beaux, and Jim Moss, and Ike Paeon ; and there was a Boston boy, Tom Beacon, he came up from Cam bridge to rusticate with Parson Lothrop ; he thought he must have his say with Miry, but he got pretty well come up with. You see, he thought cause ho 11* 126 OLDTOWN FIKESIDE STORIES. was Boston born that he was kind o aristocracy, and bed a right jest to pick and choose mong country gals ; but the way he got come up with by Miry was too funny for any thing." " Do tell us about it," we said, as Sam made an artful pause, designed to draw forth solicitation. " Wai, ye see, Tom Beacon he told Ike Bacon about it, and Ike he told me. Twas this way. Ye see, there was a quiltin up to Mis Cap n Broad s, and Tom Beacon he was there ; and come to goin home with the gals, Tom he cut Ike out, and got Miry all to himself; and twas a putty long piece of a walk from Mis Cap n Broad s up past the swamp and the stone pastur clear up to old Black Hoss John s. " Wai, Tom he was in high feather cause Miry took him, so that he didn t reelly know how to be have ; and so, as they was walkin along past Parson Lothrop s apple-orchard, Tom thought he d try bein familiar, and he undertook to put his arm round Miry. Wai, if she didn t jest take that little fellow by his two shoulders and whirl him over the fence into the orchard quicker n no time. Why, says Tom, the fust I knew I was lyin on my back under the apple- "MIS ELDEEKIN S PITCHER." 127 trees lookin up at the stars. Miry she jest walked off home and said nothin to nobody, it wa n t her way to talk much about things; and, if it hedn t ben for Tom Beacon himself, nobody need a known nothin about it. Tom was a little fellow, you see, and mazin good-natured, and one o the sort that couldn t keep nothin to himself ; and so he let the cat out o the bag himself. Wai, there didn t nobody think the worse o Miry. When fellers find a gal won t take saace from no man, they kind o respect her ; and then fellers allers thinks ef it hed ben them, now, things d a been different. That s jest what Jim Moss and Ike Bacon said : they said, why Tom Beacon was a fool not to know better how to get along with Miry, they never had no trouble. The fun of it was, that Tom Beacon himself was more crazy after her than he was afore ; and they say he made Miry a right up-and-down offer, and Miry she jest wouldn t have him. " Wai, you see, that went agin old Black Hoss John s idees : old Black Hoss was about as close as a nut and as contrairy as a pipperage-tree. You ought to a seen him. Why, his face was all a per- 128 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. feet crisscross o wrinkles. There wa n t a spot where you could put a pin down that there wa n t a wrin kle ; and they used to say that he held on to every cent that went through his ringers till he d pinched it into two. You couldn t say that his god was his belly, for he hedn t none, no more n an old file : folks said that he d starved himself till the moon d shine through him. " Old Black Hoss was awfully grouty about Miry s refusin Tom Beacon, cause there was his houses and lots o land in Boston. A drefful worldly old critter Black Hoss John was : he was like the rich fool in the gospel. Wai, he s dead and gone now, poor crit ter, and what good has it all done him ? It s as the Scriptur says, He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them. " Miry hed a pretty hard row to hoe with old Black Hoss John. She was up early and down late, and kep every thing a goin . She made the cheese and made the butter, and between spells she braided her self handsome straw bunnets, and fixed up her clothes ; and somehow she worked i t so when she sold her butter and cheese that there was somethin "MIS ELDERKIN S PITCHER." 129 for ribbins and flowers. You know the Scriptur says, Can a maid forget her ornaments ? Wai, Miry didn t. I member I used to lead the singin in them days, and Miry she used to sing counter, so we sot putty near together in the singers seats ; and I used to think Sunday mornin s when she come to meetin in her white dress and her red cheeks, and her bunnet all tipped off with laylock, that twas for all the world jest like sunshine to have her come into the singers seats. Them was the days that I didn t improve my privileges, boys," said Sam, sigh ing deeply. " There was times that ef I d a spoke, there s no knowin what mightn t a 1 happened, cause, you see, boys, I was better lookin in them days than I be now. Now you mind, boys, when you grow up, ef you get to waitin on a nice gal, and you re most a mind to speak up to her, don t you go and put it off, cause, ef you do, you may live to repent it. " Wai, you see, from the time that Bill Elderkin come and took the academy, I could see plain enough that it was time for me to hang up my fid dle. Bill he used to set in the singers seats, too, and he would have it that he sung tenor. He no 130 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. more sung tenor than a skunk-blackbird , but he made b lieve he did, jest to git next to Miry in the singers seats. They used to set there in the seats a writin r backward and forward to each other till they tore out all the leaves of the hymn-books, and the f>ingin -books besides. Wai, I never thought that the house o the Lord was jest the place to be courtin in, and I used to get consid able shocked at the way things went on atween em. Why, they d be a writin all sermon-time ; and I ve seen him a lookin at her all through the long prayer in a way that wa n t right, considerin they was both professors of religion. But then the fact was, old Black Hoss John was to blame for it, cause he never let em have no chance to hum. Ye see, old Black Hoss he was sot agin Elderkin cause he was poor. You see, his mother, the old Widdah Elderkin, she was jest about the poorest, peakedest old body over to Sherburne, and went out to days works ; and Bill Elderkin he was all for books and larnin , and old Black Hoss John he thought it was just shiftlessness : but Miry she thought he was a genius ; and she got it sot in her mind that he was goin to be President o the United States, or some sich. "MIS ELDERKIN S PITCHER." 131 " Wai, old Black Hoss he wa n t none too polite to Miry s beaux in gineral, but when Elderkin used to come to see her he was snarlier than a saw : he hadn t a good word for him noways; and he d rake up the fire right before his face and eyes, and rattle about fastenin up the windows, and tramp up to bed, and call dowti the chamber-stairs to Miry to go to bed, and was sort o aggravatin every way. " Wai, ef folks wants to get a gal set on havin a man, that ere s the way to go to work. Miry had a consid able stiff will of her own ; and, ef she didn t care about Tom Beacon before, she hated him now ; and, if she liked Bill Elderkin before, she was clean gone over to him now. And so she took to goin to the Wednesday-evenin lecture, and the Friday-even- in prayer-meetin , and the singin -school, jest as regular as a clock, and so did he ; and arterwards they allers walked home the longest way. Fathers may jest as well let their gals be courted in the house, peaceable, cause, if they can t be courted there, they ll find places where they can be : it s jest human natur . " Wul, come fall, Elderkin he went to college up to 132 OLDTOWN FIEESIDE STORIES. Brunswick ; and then I used to see the letters as regular ip to the store every week, comin in from Brunswick, and old Black Hoss John he see em too, and got a way of droppin* on em in his coat-pocket when he come up to the store, and folks used to say that the letters that went into his coat-pocket didn t get to Miry. Anyhow, Miry she says to me one day, says she, c Sam, you re up round the post-office a good deal, says she. I wish, if you see any let ters for me, you d jest bring em along. I see right into it, and I told her to be sure I would ; and so I used to have the carryin of great thick letters every week. Wai, I was waitin on Hepsy along about them times, and so Miry and I kind o sympathized. Hepsy was a pretty gal, and I thought it was all best as twas ; any way, I knew I couldn t get Miry, and I could get Hepsy, and that made all the dif ference in the world. " Wai, that next winter old Black Hoss was took down with rheumatism, and I tell you if Miry didn t have a time on t! He wa n t noways sweet-ten> pered when he was well ; but come to be crooked up with the rheumatis and kep awake nights, it "MIS ELDEKKIN S PITCHER." 133 seemed as if he was determined there shouldn t no body have no peace so long as he couldn t. " He d get Miry up and down with him night after night a makin her heat flannels and vinegar, and then he d jaw and scold so that she was eenymost beat out. He wouldn t have nobody set up with him, though there was offers made. No: he said Miry was his daughter, and twas her bisness to take care on him. " Miry was clear worked down : folks kind o pitied her. She was a strong gal, but there s things that wears out the strongest. The worst on t was, it hung on so. Old Black Hoss had a most amazin sight o constitution. He d go all down to death s door, and seem hardly to have the breath o life in him, and then up he d come agin ! These ere old folks that nobody wants to have live allers hev such a sight o wear in em, they jest last and last ; and it really did seem as if he d wear Miry out and get her into the grave fust, for she got a cough with bein up so much in the cold, and grew thin as a shadder. Member one time I went up there to offer to watch jest in the spring o the year, when 12 134 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. the laylocks was jest a buddin out, and Miry she come and talked with me over the fence ; and the poor gal she fairly broke down, and sobbed as if her heart would break, a tellin me her trouble. "Wai, it reelly affected me more to have Miry give up so than most gals, cause she d allers held her head up, and hed sich a sight o grit and resolu tion ; but she told me all about it. " It seems old Black Hoss he wa n t content with worryin on her, and gettin on her up nights, but he kep a hectorin her about Bill Elderkin, and wantin on her to promise that she wouldn t hev Bill when he was dead and gone ; and Miry she wouldn t prom ise, and then the old man said she shouldn t have a cent from him if she didn t, and so they had it back and forth. Everybody in town was sayin what a shame twas that he should sarve her so ; for though he hed other children, they was married and gone, and there wa n t none of them to do for him but jest Miry. " Wai, he hung on till jest as the pinys in the front yard was beginnin to blow out, and then he began to feel he was a goin , and he sent for Parson "MIS ELDERKIN S PITCHER." 135 Loth/^p to know what was to be done about his sou). " Wai, says Parson Lothrop, you must settle up aJ! your worldly affairs ; you must be in peace and love with all mankind ; and, if you ve wronged anybody, you must make it good to em. u Old Black Hoss he bounced right over in his bed with his back to the minister. " 4 The devil ! says he : twill take all I ve got. And he never spoke another word, though Parson Lothrop he prayed with him, and did what he could for him. " Wai, that night I sot up with him ; and he went off tween two and three in the mornin , and I laid him out regular. Of all the racks o bone I ever see, I never see a human critter so poor as he was. Twa n t nothin but his awful will kep his soul in his body so long, as it was. " We had the funeral in the meetin -house a Sun day ; and Parson Lothrop he preached a sarmon on contentment on the text, ; We brought nothin into the world, and it s sartin we can carry nothin out ; and having food and raiment, let us be therewith 136 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. content. Parson Lothrop he got round the subject about as handsome as he could : he didn t say what a skinflint old Black Hoss was, but he talked in a gin eral way about the vanity o worryin an scrapin to heap up riches. Ye see, Parson Lothrop he could say it all putty easy, too, cause since he married a rich wife he never hed no occasion to worry about temporal matters. Folks allers preaches better on the ^vanity o riches when they s in tol able easy circumstances. Ye see, when folks is pestered and worried to pay their bills, and don t know where the next dollar s to come from, it s a great tempta tion to be kind o valooin riches, and mebbe en- vyin those that s got em ; whereas when one s ac counts all pays themselves, and the money comes jest when its wanted regular, a body feels sort o composed like, and able to take the right view o things, like Parson Lothrop. " Wai, arter sermon the relations all went over to the old house to hear the will read ; and, as I was kind o friend with the family, I jest slipped in along with the rest. " Squire Jones he had the will ; and so when they all "MIS ELDERKIN S PITCHER." 137 got sot round all solemn, he broke the seals and un folded it, cracklin it a good while afore he begun and it was so still you might a heard a pin drop when lie begun to read. Fust, there was the farm and stock, he left to his son John Brown over in Sher- burne. Then there was the household stuff and all them things, spoons and dishes, and beds and kiver- lids, and so on, to his da ter Polly Blanchard. And then, last of all, he says, he left to his da ter Miry the pitcher that was on the top o the shelf in his bed room closet. " That are was an old cracked pitcher that Miry al- lers hed hated the sight of, and spring and fall she used to beg her father to let her throw it away ; but no, he wouldn t let her touch it, and so it stood gatherin dust. " Some on em run and handed it down ; and it seemed jest full o scourin -sand and nothin else, and they handed it to Miry. " Wai, Miry she was wrathy then. She didn t so much mind bein left out in the will, cause she ex pected that ; but to have that are old pitcher poked at her so sort o scornful was more n she could bear. 12* 138 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " She took it and gin it a throw across the room with all her might ; and it hit agin the wall and broke into a thousand bits, when out rolled hundreds of gold pieces ; great gold eagles and guineas flew round the kitchen jest as thick as dandelions in a meadow. 1 tell you, she scrabbled them up pretty quick, and we all helped her. " Come to count em over, Miry had the best foi- tin of the whole, as twas right and proper she should. Miry she was a sensible gal, and she in vested her money well ; and so, when Bill Elderkin got through his law-studies, he found a wife that could make a nice beginnin with him. And that s the way, you see, they came to be doin as well as they be. " So, boys, you jest mind and remember and allers see what there is in a providence afore you quairel with it, cause there s a good many things in this world turns out like Mis Elderkin s pitcher." 5 " Great gold eagles and guineas flew roundthe kitchen" Page 138. THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. OW, Sam, tell us certain true, is there any such things as ghosts ? " " Be there ghosts ? " said Sam, imme diately translating into his vernacular grammar : " wal, now, that are s jest the question, ye see." Well, grandma thinks there are, and Aunt Lois thinks it s all nonsense. Why, Aunt Lois don t even believe the stories in Cotton Mather s 4 Magnalia. " " Wanter know ? " said Sam, with a tone of slow languid meditation. We were sitting on a bank of the Charles River, fishing. The soft melancholy red of evening was 139 140 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. fading off in streaks on the glassy water, and the houses of Oldtown were beginning to loom through the gloom, solemn and ghostly. There are times and tones and moods of nature that make all the vulgar, daily real seem shadow}^ vague, and super natural, as if the outlines of this hard material pres ent were fading into the invisible and unknown. So Oldtown, with its elm-trees, its great square white houses, its meeting-house and tavern and black smith s shop and mill, which at high noon seem as real and as commonplace as possible, at this hour of the evening were dreamy and solemn. They rose up blurred, indistinct, dark; here and there winking candles sent long lines of light through the shadows, and little drops of unforeseen rain rippled the sheeny darkness of the water. " Wai, you see, boys, in them things it s jest as well to mind your granny. There s a consid able sight o gumption in grandmas. You look at the folks that s allus tellin you what they don t believe, they don t believe this, and they don t believe that, and what sort o folks i they ? Wiry, like yer Aunt Lois, sort o stringy and dry. There ain t no sorption got out o not believin nothin . THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BKOWN HOUSE. 141 " Lord a massy ! we don t know nothin bout them things. We hain t ben there, and can t say that there ain t no ghosts and sich ; can we, now ? " We agreed to that fact, and sat a little closer to Sam in the gathering gloom. " Tel 1 ^s about the Cap n Brown house, Sam." " Ye didn t never go over the Cap n Brown house?" No, we had not that advantage. "Wai, yer see, Cap n Brown he made all his money to sea, in furrin parts, and then come here to Oldtown to settle down. " Now, there ain t no knowin bout these ere old ship-masters, where they s ben, or what they s ben a doin , or how they got their money. Ask me no questions, and I ll tell ye no lies, is bout the best philosophy for them. Wai, it didn t do no good to ask Cap n Brown questions too close, cause you didn t git no satisfaction. Nobody rightly knew bout who his folks was, or where they come from ; and, ef a body asked him, he used to say that the very fust he know d bout himself he was a young man walkin the streets in London. 142 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " But, yer see, boys, he bed money, arid that is about all folks wanter know when a man comes tc settle down. And he bought that are place, and built that are house. He built it all sea-cap n fashion, so s to feel as much at home as he could. The parlor was like a ship s cabin. The table and chairs was fastened down to the floor, and the closets was made with holes to set the casters and the decanters and bottles in, jest s they be at sea ; and there was stanchions to hold on by; and they say that blowy nights the cap n used to fire up pretty well with his grog, till he hed about all he could carry, and then he d set and hold on, and hear the wind blow, and kind o feel out to sea right there to hum. There wasn t no Mis Cap n Brown, and there didn t seem likely to be none. And whether there ever hed been one, nobody know d. He hed an old black Guinea nigger-woman, named Quassia, that did his work. She was shaped pretty much like one o these ere great crookneck-squashes. She wa n t no gret beauty, I can tell you ; and she used to wear a gret red turban and a yaller short gown and red petticoat, and a gret string o gold THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 143 beads round her neck, and gret big gold hoops in her ears, made right in the middle o Africa among the heathen there. For all she was black, she thought a heap o herself, and was consid able sort o predominative over the cap n. Lordy massy ! boys, it s allus so. Get a man and a woman togeth er, any sort o woman you re a mind to, don t care who tis, and one way or another she gets the rule over him, and he jest has to train to her fife. Some does it one way, and some does it another ; some does it by jawin , and some does it by kissin , and some does it by faculty and contrivance ; but one way or another they allers does it. Old Cap n Brown was a good stout, stocky kind o John Bull sort o fellow, and a good judge o sperits, and allers kep the best in them are cupboards o his n ; but, fust and last, things in his house went pretty much as old Quassia said. " Folks got to kind o respectm Quassia. She come to meetin Sunday regular, and sot all fixed up in red and yaller and green, with glass beads and what not, lookin for all the world like one o them ugly Indian idols ; but she was well-behaved as any 144 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. Christian. She was a master hand at cookin . Her bread and biscuits couldn t be beat, and no couldn t her pies, and there wa n t no such pound-cake as she made nowhere. Wai, this ere story I m a goin to tell you was told me by Cinthy Pendleton. There ain t a more respectable gal, old or young, than Cinthy nowheres. She lives over to Sherburne now, and I hear tell she s sot up a manty-makin business ; but then she used to do tailorin in Oldtown. She was a member o the church, and a good Christian as ever was. Wai, }^e see, Quassia she got Cinthy to come up and spend a week to the Cap n Brown house, a doin tailorin and a fixin over his close : twas along toward the fust o March. Cinthy she sot by the fire in the front- parlor with her goose and her press-board and her work: for there wa n t no company callin , and the snow was drifted four feet deep right across the front door ; so there wa n t much danger o any body comin in. And the cap n he was a perlite man to wimmen ; and Cinthy she liked it jest as well not to have company, cause the cap n he d make himself entertainin tellin on her sea-stories, and all about his adventures among the THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 145 Ammonites, and Perresites, and Jebusites, and all ^ sorts o heathen people he d been among. " Wai, that are week there come on the master snow-storm. Of all the snow-storms that hed ben, that are was the beater ; and I tell you the wind blew as if twas the last chance it was ever goin to hev. Wai, it s kind o scary like to be shet up in a lone house with all natur a kind o breakin out, and goin on so, and the snow a comin down so thick ye can t see cross the street, and the wind a pipin and a squeelin and a rumblin and a tumblin fust down this chimney and then down that. I tell you, it sort o sets a feller thinkin o the three great, things, death, judgment, and etarnaty ; and I don t care who the folks is, nor how good they be, there s times when they must be feelin putty consid able solemn. " Wai, Cinthy she said she kind o felt so along, and she hed a sort o queer feelin come over her as if there was somebody or some thin round the house more n appeared. She said she sort o felt it in the air ; but it seemed to her silly, and she tried to get over it. But two or three times, she said, when it got to be dusk, she felt somebody go by her up the 18 146 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. stairs. The front entry wa n t very light in the day time, and in the storm, come five o clock, it was so dark that all you could see was jest a gleam o some- thin , and two or three times when she started to go up stairs she see a soft white suthin that seemed goin up before her, and she stopped with her heart a beatin like a trip-hammer, and she sort o saw it go up and along the entry to the cap n s door, and then it seemed to go right through, cause the door didn t open. " Wai, Cinthy says she to old Quassia, says she, 4 Is there anybody lives in this house but us ? " Anybody lives here ? says Quassia : what you mean ? says she. " Says Cinthy, 4 1 thought somebody went past me on the stairs last night and to-night. " Lordy massy ! how old Quassia did screech and laugh. Good Lord ! says she, how foolish white folks is ! Somebody went past you ? Was t the capt in ? " No, it wa n t the cap n, says she : it was ghmethin soft and white, and moved very still ; it was like somethin in the air, says she. THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 147 Then Quassia she haw-hawed louder. Says she, 1 It s hy-sterikes, Miss Cinthy ; that s all it is. " Wai, Cinthy she was kind o shamed, but for all that she couldn t help herself. Sometimes evenin s she d be a settin with the cap n, and she d think she d hear somebody a movin in his room overhead ; and she knowed it wa n t Quassia, cause Quassia was ironin in the kitchen. She took pains once or twice to find out that are. " Wai, ye see, the cap n s room was the gret front upper chamber over the parlor, and then right oppi- site to it was the gret spare chamber where Cinthy slept. It was jest as grand as could be, with a gret four-post mahogany bedstead and damask curtains brought over from England ; but it was cold enough to freeze a white bear solid, the way spare cham bers allers is. Then there was the entry between, run straight through the house : one side was old Quassia s room, and the other was a sort o store room, where the old cap n kep all sorts o traps. " Wai, Cinthy she kep a hevin things happen and a seein things, till she didn t railly know what was in it. Once when she come into the parlor jest at L48 OLDTOWN FIKESIDE STOKIES. sundown, she was sure she see a white figure a van- ishin out o the door that went towards the side entry. She said it was so dusk, that all she could see was jest this white figure, and it jest went out still as a cat as she come in. " Wai, Cinthy didn t like to speak to the cap ?i about it. She was a close woman, putty prudent, Cinthy was. " But one night, bout the middle o the week, this ere thing kind o come to a crisis. " Cinthy said she d ben up putty late a sewin and a finishin off down in the parlor ; and the cap n he sot up with her, and was consid able cheerful and entertainin , tellin her all about things over in the Bermudys, and off to Chiny and Japan, and round the world ginerally. The storm that hed been a bio win all the week was about as furious as ever; and the cap n he stirred up a mess o flip, and hed it for her hot to go to bed on. He was a good-natured critter, and allers had feelin s for lone women ; and I s pose he knew twas sort o desolate for Cinthy. " Wai, takin the flip so right the last thing afore goin to bed, she went right off to sleep as sound as " She stood there, lookirf right at Cinthy." Page 149. THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 149 a nut, and slep* on till somewhere about mornin , when she said somethin waked her broad awake in a minute. Her eyes flew wide open like a spring, and the storm hed gone down and the moon come out ; and there, standin right in the moonlight by her bed, was a woman jest as white as a sheet, with black hair hangin down to her waist, and the brightest, mourn fullest black eyes you ever see. She stood there lookin right at Cinthy ; and Cinthy thinks that was what waked her up ; cause, you know, ef anybody stands and looks steady at folks asleep it s apt to wake em. "Any way, Cinthy said she felt jest as ef she was turnin to stone. She couldn t move nor speak. She lay a minute, and then she shut her eyes, and begun to say her prayers ; and a minute after she opened em, and it was gone. " Cinthy was a sensible gal, and one that allers hed her thoughts about her ; and she jest got up and put a shawl round her shoulders, and went first and looked at the doors, and they was both on em locked jest as she left em when she went to bed. Then she looked under the bed and in the closet, and 18* 150 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. felt all round the room : where she couldn t see she felt her way, and there wa n t nothin there. " Wai, next mornin Cinthy got up and went home, and she kep it to herself a good while. Finally, one day when she was workin to our house she told Hepsy about it, and Hepsy she told me." " Well, Sam," we said, after a pause, in which we heard only the rustle of leaves and the ticking of branches against each other, " what do you suppose it was ? " " Wai, there tis : you know jest as much about it as I do. Hepsy told Cinthy it might a ben a dream ; so it might, but Cinthy she was sure it wa n t a dream, cause she remembers plain hearin the old clock on the stairs strike four while she had her eyes open lookin at the woman ; and then she only shet em a minute, jest to say Now I lay me, and opened em and she was gone. " Wai, Cinthy told Hepsy, and Hepsy she kep it putty close. She didn t tell it to nobody except Aunt Sally Dickerson and the Widder Bije Smith and your Grandma Badger and the minister s wife ; and they every one o em greed it ought to be kep 1 THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 151 elose, cause it would make talk. Wai, come spring somehow or other it seemed to a got all over Old town. I heard on t to the store and up to the tav ern ; and Jake Marshall he says to me one day, 4 What s this ere about the cap n s house ? Anrl the Widder Loker she says to me, There s ben a ghost seen in the cap n s house ; and I heard on t clear over to Needham and Sherburne. " Some o the women they drew themselves up putty stiff and proper. Your Aunt Lois was one on em. " 4 Ghost, says she ; don t tell me ! Perhaps it would be best ef twas a ghost, says she. She didn t think there ought to be no sich doin s in no body s house ; and your grandma she shet her up, and told her she didn t oughter talk so." " Talk how ? " said I, ^interrupting Sam with won der. " What did Aunt Lois mean ? " " Why, you see," said Sam mysteriously, " there allers* is folks in every town that s jest like the Sadducees in old times : they won t believe in angel nor sperit, no way you can fix it ; and ef things is seen and done in a house, why, they say, it s cause 152 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. there s somebody there ; there s some sort o deviltry or trick about it. " So the story got round that there was a woman kep private in Cap n Brown s house, and that he brought her from furrin parts ; and it growed and growed, till there was all sorts o ways o tellin on t. " Some said they d seen her a settin at an open winder. Some said that moonlight nights they d seen her a walkin out in the back garden kind o in and out mong the bean-poles and squash-vines. " You see, it come on spring and summer ; and the winders o the Cap n Brown house stood open, and folks was all a watchin on em day and night. Aunt Sally Dickerson told the minister s wife that she d seen in plain daylight a woman a settin at the chamber winder atween four and five o clock in the mornin , jist a settin a lookin out and a doin nothin , like anybody else. She was very white and pale, and had black eyes. " Some said that it was a nun the cap n had brought away from a Roman Catholic convent in Spain, and some said he d got her out o the Inquisi tion. THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 153 " Aunt Sally said she thought the minister ought to call and inquire why she didn t come to meetin , j and who she was, and all about her : cause, you see, she said it might be all right enough ef folks only know d jest how things was; but ef they didn t, why, folks will talk." " Well, did the minister do it ? " " What, Parson Lothrop ? Wai, no, he didn t. He made a call on the cap n in a regular way, and asked arter his health and all his family. But the cap n he seemed jest as jolly and chipper as a spring robin, and he gin the minister some o his old Jamaiky ; and the minister he come away and said he didn t see nothin ; and no he didn t. Folks never does see nothin when they aint lookin where tis. Fact is, Parson Lothrop wa n t fond o inter- ferin ; he was a master hand to slick things over. Your grandma she used to mourn about it, cause she said he never gin no p int to the doctrines ; but twas all of a piece, he kind o took every thing the smooth way. " But your grandma she believed in the ghost, and so did Lady Lothrop. I was up to her house 154 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES t other day fixin a door-knob, and says she, Sam your wife told me a strange story about the Cap u Brown house. " 4 Yes, ma am, she did, says I. " 4 Well, what do you think of it ? says she. " Wai, sometimes I think, and then agin I don t know, says I. There s Gin thy she s a member o the church and a good pious gal, says I. " Yes, Sam, says Lady Lothrop, says she ; and Sam, says she, it is jest like something that hap pened once to my grandmother when she was livin in the old Province House in Bostin. Says she, 4 These ere things is the mysteries of Providence, and it s jest as well not to have em too much talked about. " Jest so, says I, jest so. That are s what every woman I ve talked with says ; and I guess, fust and last, I ve talked with twenty, good, safe church-members, and they s every one o opinior. that this ere oughtn t to be talked about. Why, over to the deakin s t other night we went it all over as much as two or three hours, and we con cluded that the best way was to keep quite still THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 1" about it ; and that s jest what they say over to Need- ham and Sherburne. I ve been all round a hushin this ere up, and I hain t found but a few people that hedirt the particulars one way or another. This ere was what I says to Lady Lothrop. The fact was, I never did see no report spread so, nor make sich sort o sarchin s o heart, as this ere. It railly did beat all ; cause, ef twas a ghost, why there was the p int proved, ye see. Cinthy s a church-member, and she see it, and got right up and sarched the room : but then agin, ef twas a woman, why that are was kind o awful ; it give cause, ye see, for thinkin all sorts o things. There was Cap n Brown, to be sure, he wa n t a church-member ; but yet he was as honest and regular a man as any goin , as fur as any on us could see. To be sure, nobody know d where he ;ome from, but that wa n t no reason agin him : this ere might a ben a crazy sister, or some poor critter that he took out o the best o motives; and the Scriptur says, c Charity hopeth all things. But then, ye see, folks will talk, that are s the pester o all these things, and they did some on em talk consid able strong about the cap n ; but some- 156 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. how or other, there didn t nobody come to the p int o facin on him down, and sayin square out, Cap n Brown, have you got a woman in your house, or hain t you ? or is it a ghost, or what is it ? Folks somehow never does come to that. Ye see, there was the cap n so respectable, a settin up every Sunday there in his pew, with his ruffles round his hands and his red broadcloth cloak and his cocked hat. Why, folks hearts sort o failed em when it come to sayin any thing right to him. They thought and kind o whispered round that the minister or the deakins oughter do it : but Lordy massy ! ministers, I s pose, has feelhrs like the rest on us ; they don t want to eat all the hard cheeses that nobody else won t eat. Anyhow, there wasn t nothin said direct to the cap n ; and jest for want o that all the folks in Old- town kep a bilin and a bilin like a kettle o soap, till it seemed all the time as if they d bile over. " Some o the wimmen tried to get somethin out o Quassy. Lordy massy ! you might as well a tried to get it out an old torn-turkey, that ll strut and gobble and quitter, and drag his wings on the ground, and fly at you, but won t say nothin . Quassy she THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 157 screeched her queer sort o laugh ; and she told em that they was a makin fools o themselves, and that the cap n s matters wa n t none o their bisness ; and that was true enough. As to goin into Quas sia s room, or into any o the store-rooms or closets she kep the keys of, you might as well hev gone into a lion s den. She kep all her places locked up tight; and there was no gettin at nothin in the Cap n Brown house, else I believe some o the wim- men would a sent a sarch- warrant." " Well," said I, " what came of it ? Didn t any body ever find out ? " " Wai," said Sam, u it come to an end sort o , and lidn t come to an end. It was jest this ere way. You see, along in October, jest in the cider-makin time, Abel Flint he was took down with dysentery and died. You member the Flint house : it stood on a little rise o ground jest lookin over towards the Brown house. Wai, there was Aunt Sally Dickerson and the Widder Bije Smith, they set up with the corpse. He was laid out in the back cham ber, you see, over the milk-room and kitchen ; but there was cold victuals and sich in the front chamber, 14 158 OLDTOWN FIRES! I>E STORIES. where the watchers sot. Wai, now, Aunt Sally she told me that between three and four o clock she heard wheels a rumblin , and she went to the winder, and it was clear starlight; and she see a coach come up to the Cap n Brown house ; and she see the cap n come out bringin a woman all wrapped in a cloak, and old Quassy came arter with her arms full o bun dles ; and he put her into the kerridge, and shet her in, and it driv off ; and she see old Quassy stand lookin over the fence arter it. She tried to wake up the widder, but twas towards raornin , and the widder allers was a hard sleeper ; so there wa n t no witness but her." " Well, then, it wasn t a ghost," said I, " after all, and it was a woman." "Wai, there tis, you see. Folks don t know that are yit, cause there it s jest as broad as tis long. Now, look at it. There s Cinthy, she s a good, pious gal : she locks her chamber-doors, both on em, and goes to bed, and wakes up in the night, and there s a woman there. She jest shets her eyes, and the wo man s gone. She gits up and looks, and both doors is locked jest as she left em. That ere woman wa n t THE GHOST IN THE CAP N BROWN HOUSE. 159 flesh and blood now, no way, not such flesh and blood as we knows on ; but then they say Cinthy might hev dreamed it ! " Wai, now, look at it t other way. There s Aunt Sally Dickerson ; she s a good woman and a church- member : wal, she sees a woman in a cloak with all her bundles brought out o Cap n Brown s house, and put into a kerridge, and driv off, at we en three and four o clock in the mornin . Wal, that ere shows there must a ben a real live woman kep there pri vately, and so what Cinthy saw wasn t a ghost. " Wal, now, Cinthy says Aunt Sally might a 1 dreamed it, that she got her head so full o stories about the Cap n Brown house, and watched it till she got asleep, and hed this ere dream ; and, as there didn t nobody else see it, it might a ben, you know. Aunt Sally s clear she didn t dream, and then agin Cinthy s clear she didn t dream ; but which on em was awake, or which on em was asleep, is what ain t settled in Oldtown yet." COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. ES, this ere s Tekawampait s grave," said Sam Lawson, sitting leisurely down on an ancient grass-grown mound, ornamented by a mossy black slate-stone slab, with a rudely-carved cherub head and wings on top. " And who was Tekawampait? " 44 1 wanter know, now, if your granny hain t told you who Tekawampait was?" said Sam, pushing back his torn straw hat, and leaning against the old slanting gravestone. " No, she never told us." " Wai, ye see, Tekawampait he was the fust Chris tian Indian minister o the gospel there was in Old- town. He was a full-blooded Indian, but he was as 160 COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 161 good a Christian as there was goin ; and he wag settled here over the church in Oldtown afore Par son Peabody ; and Parson Peabody he come afore Parson Lothrop ; and a very good minister Teka- wampait was too. Folks hes said that there couldn t nothin be made o Indians ; that they was nothiif but sort o bears and tigers a walkin round on their hind legs, a seekin whom they might devour ; but Parson Eliot he didn t think so. 4 Christ died for them as wal as for me, says he ; and jest give em the gospel, says he, and the rest ll come along o itself. And so he come here to Oldtown, and sot up a sort o log-hut right on the spot where the old Cap n Brown house is now. Them two great elm- trees that s a grown now each side o the front gate was two little switches then, that two Indians brought up over their shoulders, and planted there for friend ship trees, as they called em ; and now look what trees they be ! He used to stand under that are big oak there, and preach to the Indians, long before there was any meetin -house to speak in here in Oldtown. " Wal, now, I tell you, it took putty good courage u* 162 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. in Parson Eliot to do that are. I tell you, in them days it took putty consid able faith to see any thing in an Indian but jest a wild beast. Folks can t tell by seem on em now days what they was in the old times when all the settlements was new, and the In dians was stark, starin wild, a ravin and tariii round in the woods, and a fightin each other and a fightin the white folks. Lordy massy ! the stories I ve heard women tell in their chimbley-corners about the things that used to happen when they was little was enough to scare the very life out o ye." " Oh, do, do tell us some of them ! " said Henry and I. " Lordy massy, boys : why, ye wouldn t sleep for a week. Why, ye don t know. Why, the Indians in them days wa n t like no critter ye ever did see. They was jest the horridest, paintedest, screechin est, cussed est critters you ever heard on. They was jest as artful as sarpents, and crueller than any tigers. Good Dr. Cotton Mather calls em divils, and he was a meek, good man, Dr. Cotton was ; but they cut up so in his days, it s no wonder he thought they was divils, and not folks. Why, they kep the whole COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 163 country in a broil for years and years. Nobody knowed when they was safe ; for they were so sly and cunnin , and always watchin behind fences and bushes, and ready when a body was a least thinkin on t to be down on em. I ve heard Abiel Jones tell how his father s house was burnt down at the time the Indians burnt Deerfield. About every house in the settlement was burnt to the ground; and then another time they burnt thirty-two houses in Springfield, the minister s house and all, with all his library (and books was sca ce in them days) ; but the Indians made a clean sweep on t. They burnt all the houses in Wendham down to the ground ; and they came down in Lancaster, and burnt ever so many houses, and carried off forty or fifty people with em into the woods. " There was Mr. Rolandson, the minister, they burnt his house, and carried off Mis Rolandson and all the children. There was Jerushy Pierce used to work in his family and do washin arid chores, she s told me about it. Jerushy she was away to her uncle s that night, so she wa n t took. Ye see, the Lancaster folks had been afeard the Indians d 164 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. be down on em, and so Parson Rolandson he d gone on to Boston to get help for em ; and when he come back the mischief was all done. Jerushy said in all her life she never see nothin so pitiful as that are poor man s face when she met him, jest as he come to the place where the house stood. At fust he didn t say a word, she said, but he looked kind o dazed. Then he sort o put his hand to his forehead, and says he, My God, my God, help me ! Then he tried to ask her about it, but he couldn t but jest speak. c Jerushy, says he, can t you tell me, where be they ? Wai, says Je rushy, 4 they ve been carried off. And with that he fell right down and moaned and groaned. Oh ! says he, . I d rather heard that they were at peace with the Lord. And then he d wring his hands : 4 What shall I do? What shall I do ? " Wai, twa n t long after this that the Indians was down on Medford, and burnt half the houses in town, and killed fifty or sixty people there. Then they came down on Northampton, but got driv back ; but then they burnt up five houses, and killed four o* five of the folks afore they got the better of e COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BCJCKLES. 165 there. Then they burnt all the houses in Groton, meetin -house and all ; and the pisen critters they hollared and triumphed over the people, and called out to em, What will you do for a house to pray in now ? we ve burnt your meetin -house. The fightin was goin on all over the country at the same time. The Indians set Marlborough afire, and it was all blazin at once, the same day that some others of em was down on Springfield, and the same day Cap n Pierce, with forty-nine white men and twenty-six Christian Indians, got drawn into an ambush, and every one of em killed. Then a few days after this they burnt forty houses at Rehoboth, and a little while after they burnt thirty more at Providence. And then when good Cap n Wadsworth went with seventy men to help the people in Sudbury, the Indians came pourin round em in the woods like so many wolves, and killed all but four or five on ein ; and those poor fellows had better hev been killed, for the cruel critters jest tormented em to death, and mocked and jeered at their screeches and screams like so many divils. Then they went and broke loose on Andover ; and they was so cruel they couldn t even 166 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. let the dumb critters alone. They cut out the tongues of oxen and cows, and left em bleedin , and some they fastened up in barns and burnt alive. There wa n t no sort o diviltry they wa n t up to. Why, it got to be so in them days that folks couldn t go to bed in peace without startin every time they turned over for fear o the Indians. Ef they heard a noise in the night, or ef the wind squealed and howled, as the wind will, they d think sure enough there was that horrid yell a comin down chimbley. " There was Delily Severence ; she says to me, speakin about them times, says she, Why, Mr. Law- son, you ve no idee ! Why, that are screech, says she, wa n t like no other noise in heaven above, or earth beneath, or water under the earth, says she. 4 When it started ye out o bed between two or three o clock in the mornin , and all your children a cryin , and the Indians a screechin and yellin and a tossin up firebrands, fust at one window and then at another, why, says she, Mr. Lawson, it was more like hell upon earth than any thing I ever heard on. " Ye see, they come down on Delily s house when she was but jest up arter her third baby. That are COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 167 woman hed a handsome head o hair as ever ye see, black as a crow s wing ; and it turned jest as white as a table-cloth, with nothin but the fright o that night." " What did they do with her ? h " Oh ! they took her and her poor little gal and boy, that wa n t no older than you be, and went off with em to Canada. The troubles them poor critters went through ! Her husband he was away that night ; and well he was, else they d a tied him to a tree and stuck pine slivers into him and sot em afire, and cut gret pieces out o his flesh, and filled the places with hot coals and ashes, and all sich kind o things they did to them men prisoners, when they catched em. Delily was thankful enough he was away ; but they took her and the children off through the ice and snow, jest half clothed and shiverin ; and when her baby cried and worried, as it nat rally would, the old Indian jest took it by its heels, and dashed its brains out agin a tree, and threw it into the crotch of a tree, and left it dangling there ; and then they would mock and laugh at her, and mimic her baby s crying, and try every way they could to aggravate her. Thev 168 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. used to beat and torment her children right before her eyes, and pull their hair out, and make believe that they was goin to burn em alive, jest for nothin ? but to frighten and worry her." " I wonder," said I, " she ever got back alive." " Wai, the wimmen in them times hed a sight o wear in em. They was resolute, strong, hard- workin wimmen. They could all tackle a hoss, or load and fire a gun. They was brought up hard, and they was used to troubles and dangers. It s jest as folks gets used to things how they takes em. In them days folks was brought up to spect trouble ; they didn t look for no less. Why, in them days the men allers took their guns into the field when they went to hoe corn, and took their guns with em to meetin Sundays ; and the wimmen they kep a gun loaded where they knew where to find it ; and when trouble come it was jest what they spected, and they was put even with it. That s the sort o wimmen they was. Wai, Delily and her children was brought safe through at last, but they hed a hard time on t." "Tell us some more stories about Indians, Sam," we said, with the usual hungry impatience of boys fof a story. COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 169 " Wai, let me see," said Sam, with his hat pushed back and his eyes fixed dreamily on the top of Eliot s oak, which was now yellow with the sunset glory, " let me see. I hain t never told ye about Col. Eph Miller, hev I ?" " No, indeed. What about him ? " " Wai, he was took prisoner by the Indians ; and they was goin to roast him alive arter their fashion, and he gin em the slip." " Do tell us all about it." " Wai, you see, Deliverance Scranton over to Sher- burne, she s Col. Eph s daughter; and she used to hear her father tell about that, and she s told me time and agin about it. It was this way, " You see, there hedn t ben no alarm about Indians for some time, and folks hed got to feelin kind o easy, as folks will. When there don t nothin happen for a good while, and it keeps a goin on so, why, you think finally there won t nothin happen ; and so it was with Col. Eph and his wife. She told Deliv erance that the day before she reely hed forgot all about that there was any Indians in the country ; and she d been out after spruce and wintergreeri and 15 170 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. hemlock, and got over her brass kettle to bile for beer; and the child n they brought in lots o wild grapes that they gathered out in the woods ; and they said when they came home that they thought they see an Indian a lyin all along squirmin through the bushes, and peekin out at em lik_a_snake, but they wa n t quite sure. Faith, the oldest gal, she was sure she see him quite plain ; but Bijah (he was Col. Eph s oldest boy) he wa n t so sure. " Anyway, they didn t think no more about it , and that night they hed prayers and went off to bed. " Arterwards, Col. Eph he said he remembered the passage o Scriptur he read that night ; it was, 4 The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. He didn t notice it much when he read it ; but he allers spoke of it arter wards as a remarkable providence that that are passage should have come jest so that night. " Wai, atween twelve and one o clock they was waked up by the most awful screechin that ever you heard, as if twenty thousand devils was upon em. Mis Miller she was out o bed in a minit, all stand- COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 171 in . 4 O husband, husband, the Indians are on us ! says she ; and sure enough they was. The children, Bijah and Faith come a runnin in. O father, father ! what shall we do ? " Col. Eph was a man that allers knew in a minit what to do, and he kep quite cool. My dear, says he to his wife, you take the children, and jest run with em right out the buttery-door through the high corn, and run as fast as you can over to your father Stebbins , and tell him to rouse the town ; and Bije, says he to the boy, 4 you jest get into the belfry win dow, and ring the bell with all your might, says he. 4 And I ll stay and fight em off till the folks come. 44 All this while the Indians was a yellin and screechin and a wavin fire-brands front of the house. Col. Eph he stood a lookin through a hole in the shutter and a sightin his gun while he was a talkin . He see that they d been a pilin up a great pile o dry wood agin the door. But the fust Indian that came up to put fire to t was shot right down while he was a speakin . 44 Wai, Mis Miller and Faith and Bije wa n t long a dressin , you may believe ; and they jest put on 172 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. dark cloaks, and they jest streaked it out through the buttery-door ! There was thick pole-beans quite up to the buttery-door, and then a field o high corn, so that they was hid, and the way they run wasn t slow, I tsll you. " But Col. Eph he hed to stop so to load that they got the pile o brush afire, though he shot down three or four on em, and that was some comfort. But the long and the short o the matter was, that they driv the door in at last, and came a whoopin and yellin into the house. " Wai, they took Col. Eph, and then went search- in round to find somebody else ; but jest then the meetin -house bell begun to ring, and that scart em, and they took Col. Eph and made off with him. He hedn t but jest time to get into his clothes and get his shoes on, when they hurried him off. They didn t do nothin to him jest then, you see, these Indians was so cur ous. If a man made a good fight, and killed three or four on em afore they could take him, they sot great store by him, and called him a brave man. And so they was mazin careful of Col. Eph, and treated him quite polite for Indians ; COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 173 but he knew the ways on em well enough to know what it was all for. They wanted a real brave man to burn alive and stick slivers into and torment, and Col. Eph was jest the pattern for em, and his fight- in so brave made him all the better for what they wanted. " Wai, he was in hopes the town would be roused in time for some of em to come arter him ; but the Indians got the start of em, and got way off in the woods afore people hed fairly come together and found out what the matter was. There was Col. Eph s house a blazin and a lightin up all the coun try for miles round ; and the colonel he said it come ruther hard on him to be lighted on his way through the woods by such a bonfire. " Wai, by mornhr they come to one o their camps, and there they hed a great rejoicin over him. They was going to hev a great feast, and a good time a burnin on him ; and they tied him to a tree, and sot an Indian to watch him while they went out to cut pine knots and slivers to do him with. 4 Wai, as I said, Col. Eph was a brave man, and a man that always kep his thoughts about him ; and so 174 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. he kep a workin and a workin with the withs that was round his hands, and a prayin in his heart to the Lord, till he got his right hand free. Wai, he didn t make no move, but kep a loosenin and a loosenin little by little, keepin his eye on the Indian who sot there on the ground by him. " Now, Col. Eph hed slipped his feet into his Sun day shoes that stood there by the bed and hed great silver shoe-buckles ; and there was a providence in his doin so, for, ye see, Indians are mazin fond o shiny things. And the old Indian he was took with the shine o these shoe-buckles, and he thought he might as well hev em as anybody ; so he jest laid down his tommyhawk, and got down on his knees, and was workin away as earnest as could be to get off the buckles, and Col. Eph he jest made a dart forward and picked up the tommyhawk, and split open the Indian s skull with one blow : then he cut the withs that was round his legs, and in a minute he was off on the run with the tommyhawk in his hand. There was three Indians give chase to him, but Col. Eph he kep ahead of em. He said while he was a runnin he was cryin, and callin on the Lord " He was took with the shine o these shoe-buckles" Page 174. COLONEL EPH S SHOE-BUCKLES. 175 with all his might, and the words come into his mind he read at prayers the night afore, The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong. " At last he see the Indians gained on him ; and he faced round suddenly, and struck the nighest one smack on the head with his tommyhawk. Then when the next one come up he cut him down too ; and the third one, when he see both the others cut down, and Col. Eph comin full blaze towards him with his tommyhawk a swingin , he jest turned and run for dear life. Then Col. Eph he turned and cut for the settlement. He run, and he run, and he run, he didn t well know how long, till, finally, he was clear tuckered out, and he jest dropped down under a tree and slept ; and he lay there all the rest of that day, and all night, and never woke till the next day about sundown. " Then he woke up, and found he was close by home, and John Stebbins, his wife s father, and a whole party, was out lookin for him. " Old Col. Eph used to tell the story as long as he lived, and the tears used to run down his cheeks when he told it. 176 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " There s a providence in every thing, he used ts say, even down to shoe-buckles. Ef my Sunday shoes hadn t happened to a set there so I could a slipped into em, I couldn t a killed that Indian, and I shouldn t a been here to-day. Wai, boys, he was in the right on t. Some seem to think the Lord don t look out only for gret things, but, ye see, little things is kind o hinges that gret ones turns on. They say, take care o pennies, and dollars ll take care o themselves. It s jest so in every thing ; and, ef the Lord don t look arter little things, he ain t so gret as they say, anyway. " Wai, wal," said Sam in conclusion, " now, who d a thought that anybody could a made any thing out o Indians ? Yet there twas. All them Martha Vineyard Indians turned Christians, and there was Indian preachers and Indian teachers ; and they reely did settle down, and get to be quite like folks. But I tell you, boys, it took faith to start with." THE BULL-FIGHT. T was Saturday afternoon, time of blessed memory to boys, and we were free for a ramble after huckleberries ; and, with our pails in hand, were making the best of our way to a noted spot where that fruit was most abundant. Sam was with us, his long legs striding over the ground at a rate that kept us on a brisk trot, though he himself was only lounging leisurely, with his usual air of contemplation. " Look ere, boys," he suddenly said, pausing and resting his elbow on the top of a rail-fence, " we shall jest hev to go back and go round by Deakin Blodgett s barn." " Why so ? " we both burst forth in eager tones. m 178 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, don t ye see the deakin s turned in his bull into this ere lot ? " " Who cares ? " said I. " I ain t afraid." " Nor I," said Harry. " Look at him : he looks mild enough : he won t hurt us." " Not as you knows on," said Sam ; " and then, agin, you don t know, nobody never knows, what one o them ere critters will do : they s jest the most contrary critters ; and ef you think they re goin to do one way they re sure to do t other. I could tell ye a story now that d jest make yer har stan on eend." Of course we wanted to have our hair stand on end, and beset Sam for the story ; but he hung off. " Lordy massy ! boys, jest let s wait till ye ve got yer huckleberries : yer granny won t like it ef ye don t bring her none, and Hepsy she ll be in my har, what s left on t," said Sam, taking off his old torn hat, and rubbing the loose shock of brash and griz zled hair. So we turned and made a detour, leaving the bull on the right, though we longed amazingly to have a bout with him, for the fun of the thing, and mentally resolved to try it when our mentor was not round. THE BULL-FIGHT. 179 It all comes back to me again, the image of that huckleberry-pasture, interwoven with fragrance of sweet-fern, and the ground under our feet embroidered with star-moss and wintergreen, or foamy patches of mossy frost-work, that crushed and crackled delight fully beneath our feet. Every now and then a tall, straight fire-lily black, spotted in its centre rose like a little jet of flame ; and we gathered it eagerly, though the fierce August sun wilted it in our hands. The huckleberry-bushes, bending under their purple weight, we gathered in large armfuls, and took them under the shadow of the pine-trees, that we might strip them at our leisure, without being scorched by the intense glare of the sun. Armful after armful we carried and deposited in the shade, and then sat down to the task of picking them off into our pails. It was one of those New^England days hotter than the tropics. Not a breath of air was stirring, not a bird sang a note, not a sound was heard, except the drowsy grating of the locusts. " Well, now, Sam, now tell us that story about the bull." " Lordy massy, how hot tis ! " said Sam, lying 180 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. back, and resting on the roots of a tree, with his hands folded under his head. " I m all in a drip of sweat." " Well, Sam, we ll pick off your berries, if you ll talk." " Wall, wall, be kerful yer don t git no green ones in among em, else Hepsy 11 be down on me. She s drefful partikelar, she is. Every thing has to be jest so. Ef it ain t, you ll hear on t. Lordy massy ! boys, she s always telling me I don t do noth- in for the support of the family. I leave it to you if I didn t ketch her a nice mess o fish a Tuesday. I tell her folks can t expect to roll in money, and allers to have every thing jess z they want it. We brought nothin into the world with us, and it s sartain we ken carry nothin out ; and, having food and raiment, we ought to be content. We have ben better ofPn we be now. Why, boys, I ve seen the time that I ve spent thirty-seven cents a week for nutmegs ; but Hepsy hain t no gratitude : such folks hez to be brought down. Take care, now, yer ain t a-putting green ones in ; be yer ? " " Sam, we sha n t put in any at all, if you don t tell us that story." THE BULL-FIGHT. 181 " Lordy massy ! you young ones, there ain t never no contentin yer, ef a fellow was to talk to the mil lennium. Wonder now if there is going to be any millennium. Wish I d waited, and been born in them days, spect things would a sorter come along easier. Wall, I shall git through some way, I s pose." " Sam," said I, sitting back, " we re putting all our berries into } 7 our pail ; and, if you don t begin to tell us a story, we won t do it." " Lordy massy ! boys, I m kind o collectin my idees. Ye have to talk a while to git a-goin , everybody does. Wai, about this ere story. Ye member that old brown house, up on the hill there, that we saw when we come round the corner ? That are was where old Mump Moss used to live. Old Mump was consid able of a nice man : he took in Ike Sanders, Mis Moss s sister s boy, to help him on the farm, and did by him pretty much ez he did by his own. Bill Moss, Mump s boy, he was a con- trairy kind o critter, and he was allers a-hectorin Ike. He was allers puttin off the heaviest end of every thing on to him. He d shirk his work, and git 16 182 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. it off on to Ike every way he could. And he allers threw it up at him that he was eatin his father s bread ; and he watched every mouthful he ate, as if he hated to see it go down. Wai, ye see, for all that. Ike he growed up tall and strong, and a real handsome young feller; and everybody liked him. And Bill lie was so gritty and contrairy, that his own mother and sisters couldn t stan him ; and he was allers a-flingin it up at em that they liked Ike more n they did him. Finally his mother she said to him one day, Why shouldn t I, sez she, 4 when Ike s allers pleasant to me, and doin every thing he ken fur me, and you don t do nothin but scold. That are, you see, was a kind o home-thrust, and Bill he didn t like Ike a bit the better for that. He did every thing he could to plague him, and hector him, and sarcumvent him, and set people agin him. " Wai, ye see, twas the old story about Jacob and Laban over agin. Every thing that Ike put his hand to kind o prospered. Everybody liked him, everybody hed a good word for him, everybody helped grease his wheels. Wai, come time when he was twenty-one, old Mump he gin him a settin - THE BULL-FIGHT. 183 out. He gin him a freedom suit o clothes, and he gin him a good cow, and Mis Moss she knit him up a lot o stockings, and the gals they made him up his shirts. Then, Ike he got a place with Squire Wells, and got good wages ; and he bought a little bit o land, with a house on it, on Squire Wells s place, and took a mortgage on t, to work off. He used to work his own land, late at night and early in the mornin , over and above givin good days works to the squire ; and the old squire he sot all the world by him, and said he hedn t hed sich a man to work since he didn t know when. " Wai, a body might ha thought that when Bill had a got him out o the house, he might ha ben satisfied, but he wasn t. He was an ugly fellow, Bill Moss was ; and a body would ha thought that every thing good that happened to Ike was jest so much took from him. Come to be young men, growed up to gether, and waitin on the gals round, Ike he was pretty apt to cut Bill out. Yer see, though Bill was goin to have the farm, and all old Mump s money, he warn t pleasant-spoken ; and so, when the gaLs got a chance, they d allers rather go with Ike than 184 . OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. him. Finally, there was Delily Sawin, she was about the handsomest girl there was round, and she hed all the fellers arter her ; and her way was to speak em all fair, and keep em all sort o waitin* and hopin , till she got ready to make her mind up. She d entertain Bill Saturday night, and she d tell Ike he might come Sunday night ; and so Ike he was well pleased, and Bill he growled. " Wai, there come along a gret cattle-show. Squire Wells he got it up : it was to be the gretest kind of a time, and Squire Wells he give money fur prizes. There was to be a prize on the best cow, and the best bull, and the best ox, and the best horse, and the biggest punkins and squashes and beets, and there was a prize for the best loaf o bread, and the best pair o stockin s, and the hand somest bed-quilt, and the rest o women s work. Wai, yer see, there was a gret to-do about the cattle-show ; and the wagons they came in from all around, ten miles ; and the gals all dressed up in their best bunnits, and they had a ball in the evenin . Wai, ye see, it so happened that Bill and Ike each on em sent a bull to the cattle-show ; and Jke s bull THE BULL-FIGHT. 185 took the prize. That put the cap-sheaf on for Bill. He was jest about as much riled as a feller could be ; and that evenin Delily she danced with Ike twice as many times ez she did with him. Wai, Bill he got it round among the fellers that the jedges hed been partial ; and he said, if them bulls was put together, his bull would whip Ike s all to thunder. Wai, the fellers thought twould be kind o fun to try em, and they put Ike up to it. And finally twas agreed that Ike s bull should be driv over to old Mump s ; and the Monday after \the cattle-show, they should let em out into the meadow together and see which was the strongest. So there was a Sunday the bulls they were both put up together in the same barn ; and the greement was, they wasn t to be looked at nor touched till the time come to turn em out. " Come Sunday mornin , they got up the wagon to go to meetin ; and Mis Moss and the gals and old Mump, they was all ready ; and the old yaller dog he was standrn waitin by the wagon, and Bill warn t nowhere to be found. So they sent one o the girls up chamber to see what d got him ; and there he was a-lyin on the bed, and said he d got a drefful head- is* 186 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. ache, and didn t think he could go to meetin . Wai, the second bell was a-tollin , and they had to drive off without him: they never mistrusted but what twas jest so. Wai, yer see, boys, twas that are kind o Sunday headache that sort o gets better when the folks is all fairly into meetin . So, when the wagon was fairly out o sight, Bill he thought he d jest go and have a peek at them bulls. Wai, he looked and he peeked, and finally he thought they looked so sort o innocent twouldn t do no harm to jest let em have a little run in the cow-yard aforehand. He kind o wanted to see how they was likely to cut up. Now, ye see, the mischief about bulls is, that a body never knows what they s goin to do, cause whatever notion takes em allers comes into their heads so kind o sudd 4 . ., and it s jest a word and a blow with em. Wai, ^ fust he let out his bull, and then he went in and let out Ike s. Wai, the very fust thing that critter did he run up to Bill s bull, full tilt, and jest gin one rip with his horns right in the side of him, and knocked him over and killed him. Didn t die right off, but he was done for ; and Bill he gin a yell, and run right up and hit him with a stick, and " He bethought him of old Mump sgun." Page 187. THE BULL-FIGHT. 187 the old feller turned right round, and come at him. I tell you, Bill he turned and made a straight coat- tail, rippin and peelin it towards the house, and the bull tearin on right arter him. Into the kitchen he went, and he hedn t no time to shut the door, and the bull arter him ; and into the keepin -room, and the bull arter him there. And he hedn t but jest time to git up the chamber-stairs, when he heard the old feller roarin and tearin round there like all na- tur. Fust he went to the lookin -glass, and smashed that all to pieces. Then he histed the table over, and he rattled and smashed the chairs round, and made such a roarin and noise, ye d ha thought there was seven devils there; and in the midst of it Bill he looked out of the window, and see the wagon a-comin back ; and Lordy massy I he thought to himself, the bull 11 kill every one on em, and he run to the window and yelled and shouted, and they saw him, and thought the house must be afire. Finally, he bethought him of old Mump s gun, arid he run round and got it, and poked it through a crack of the chamber-door, and fired off bang ! and shot him dead, jest as Mis Moss and the girls was comin into the kitchen-door. 188 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, there was, to be sure, the bomination o 1 desolation when they come in and found every thing all up in a heap and broke to pieces, and the old critter a-kickin and bleedin all over the carpet, and Bill as pale as his shirt-tail on the chamber-stairs. They had an awful mess on t ; and there was the two bulls dead and to be took care uv. " 4 Wal, Bill," said his father, "I hope yer satis fied now. All that comes o stayin to home from meetin , and keepin temporal things in yer head all day Sunday. You ve lost your own bull, you ve got Ike s to pay for, and ye ll have the laugh on yer all round the country. " c I expect, father, we ken corn the meat, says Mis Moss, and maybe the hide ll sell for some thing, sez she ; for she felt kind o tender for Bill, V and didn t want to bear down too hard on him. " Wai, the story got round, and everybody was a-throwin it up at Bill ; and Delily, in partikelar, hectored him about it till he wished the bulls had been in the Red Sea afore he d ever seen one on em. Wai, it really driv him out o town, and he went off out West to settle, and nobody missed him much ; THE BULL-FIGHT. 189 and Ike he married Delily, and they grew from bet ter to better, till now they own jest about as pretty a farm as there is round. Yer remember that white bouse with green blinds, that we passed when we was goin to the trout-brook ? Wai, that ere s the one." HOW TO FIGHT THE DEVIL. OOK here, boys," said Sam, "don t you want to go with me up to the Devil s Den this arternoon ? " " Where is the Devil s Den," said I, with a little awe. " Wai, it s a longer tramp than I ve ever took ye. It s clear up past the pickerel pond, and beyond old Skunk John s pasture- lot. It s a mazin good place for raspberries; shouldn t wonder if we should get two, three quarts there. Great rocks there higher n yer head ; kinder solemn, tis." This was a delightful and seductive account, and we arranged for a walk that very afternoon. In almost every New-England village the person- 190 Wai, Pm the Devil, scz he." Page 199. HOW TO FIGHT THE DEVIL. 191 ality of Satan has been acknowledged by calling by his name some particular rock or cave, or other natu ral object whose singularity would seem to suggest a more than mortal occupancy. " The Devil s Punch bowl," " The Devil s Wash-bowl," " The Devil s Ket tle," "The Devil s Pulpit," and " The Devil s Den," have been designations that marked places or objects of some striking natural peculiarity. Often these are found in the midst of the most beautiful and romantic scenery, and the sinister name seems to have no effect in lessening its attractions. To me, the very idea of going to the Devil s Den was full of a pleasing horror. When a boy, I always lived in the shadowy edge of that line which divides spirit land from mortal life, and it was my delight to walk among its half lights and shadows. The old graveyard where, side by side, mouldered the remains of Indian sachems and the ancients of English blood, was my favorite haunt. I loved to sit on the graves while the evening mists firose from them, and to fancy cloudy forms waving and beckoning. To me, this spirit land was my only refuge from the dry details of a hard, prosaic life. The schoolroom with its hard seats rudely fashioned 192 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. from slabs of rough wood, with its clumsy desks, hacked and ink-stained, with its unintelligible text books and its unsympathetic teacher was to me a prison out of whose weary windows I watched the pomp and glory of nature, the free birds singing, (lie clouds sailing, the trees waving and whispering, and longed, as earnestly as ever did the Psalmist, to flee far away, and wander in the wilderness. Hence, no joy of after life nothing that the world has now to give can equal that joyous sense of freedom and full possession which came over me on Saturday afternoons, when I started off on a tramp with the world all before me, the mighty, unex plored world of mysteries and possibilities, bounded only by the horizon. Ignorant alike of all science, neither botanist nor naturalist, I was studying at first hand all that lore out of which science is made. Every plant and flower had a familiar face to me, and said something to my imagination. I knew where each was to be found, its time of coming and going, and met them year after year as returning friends. So it was with joyous freedom that we boys ram- HOW TO FIGHT THE DEVIL. 19. 3 bled off with Sam this afternoon, intent to find the Devil s Den. It was a ledge of granite rocks rising in the midst of a grove of pines and white birches. The ground was yellow and slippery with the fallen needles of the pines of other days, and the glistening white stems of the birches shone through the shado ws like ivory pillars. Underneath the great granite ledges, all sorts of roots and plants grappled and kept foothold ; and whole armies of wild raspberries- ma tured their fruit, rounder and juicier for growing in the shade. In one place yawned a great rift, or cavern, as if the rocks had been violently twisted and wrenched apart, and a mighty bowlder lodging in the rift had roofed it over, making a cavern of most seductive darkness and depth. This was the Devil s Den ; and after we had picked our pail full of berries, we sat down there to rest. " Sam, do you suppose the Devil ever was here ? " said I. " What do they call this his den for ? " " Massy, child ! that are was in old witch times. There used to be witch meetins held here, and awful doins ; they used to have witch sabba days and 194 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. witch sacraments, arid sell their souls to the old boy." " What should they want to do that for ? " " Wai, sure enough ; what was it for ? I can t make out that the Devil ever gin em any thing, any on em. They warn t no richer, nor didn t get no more n this world than the rest ; and they was took and hung ; and then ef they went to torment after that, they hed a pretty bad bargain on t, I say." " Well, people don t do such things any more, do they ? " said I. 44 No," said Sam. " Since the gret fuss and row-de- dow about it, it s kind o died out ; but there s those, I s pose, that hez dealins with the old boy. Folks du say that old Ketury was a witch, and that, ef t ben in old times, she d a hed her neck stretched ; but she lived and died in peace." 44 But do you think," said I, now proposing the question that lay nearest my heart, " that the Devil can hurt us ? " 44 That depends consid able jn how you take him," said Sam. 44 Ye see, come to a straight out-an -out fight with him, he ll git the better on yer." HOW TO FIGHT THE DEVIL. 195 " But," said I, " Christian did fight Apollyon, and got him down too." I had no more doubt in those days that this was an historic fact than I had of the existence of Romulus and Remus and the wolf. " Wai, that ere warn t jest like real things : they say that ere s an allegory. But I ll tell ye how old Sarah Bunganuck fit the Devil, when he peared to her. Ye see, old Sarah she was one of the con verted Injuns, and a good old critter she was too ; worked* hard, and got her livin honest. She made baskets, and she made brooms, and she used to pick young wintergreen and tie it up in bunches, and dig sassafras and ginsing to make beer ; and she got her a little bit o land, right alongside o Old Black Hoss John s white-birch wood-lot. " Now, I ve heerd some o these ere modern min isters that come down from Cambridge college, and are larnt about every thing in creation, they say there ain t no devil, and the reason on t is, cause there can t be none. These ere fellers is so sort o green! they don t mean no harm, but they don t know nothin about nobody that does. If they d ha* 196 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. known old Black Hoss John, they d ha been putty sure there was a devil. He was jest the Grossest, ugliest critter that ever ye see, and he was ugly jest for the sake o ugliness. He couldn t bear to let the boys pick huckleberries in his paster lots, when he didn t pick em himself; and he was allers jawin me cause I would go trout-fishin in one o his pasters. Jest ez if the trout that swims warn t the Lord s, and jest ez much mine as his. He grudged every critter every thing ; and if he d ha hed his will and way, every bird would ha fell down dead that picked up a worm on his grounds. He was jest as nippin as a black frost. Old Black Hoss didn t git drunk in a regerlar way, like Uncle Eph and Toddy Whitney, and the rest o them boys. But he jest sot at home, a-soakin on cider, till he was crosser n a bear with a sore head. Old Black Hoss hed a special spite agin old Sarah. He said she was an old witch and an old thief, and that she stole things ofPn his grounds, when everybody knew that she was a regerlar church-member, and as decent an old critter as there was goin . As to her stealin , she didn t do nothin but pick huckleberries and HOW TO FIGHT THE DEVIL. 197 grapes, and git chesnuts and wannuts, and butter nuts, and them ere wild things that s the Lord s, grow on whose land they will, and is free to all. I ve hearn em tell that, over in the old country, the poor was kept under so, that they couldn t shoot a bird, nor ketch a fish, nor gather no nuts, nor do nothin to keep from starvin , cause the quality folks they thought they owned every thing, way- down to the middle of the earth and clear up to the stars. We never hed no sech doin s this side of the water, thank the Lord ! We ve allers been free to have the chesnuts and the wannuts and the grapes and the huckleberries and the strawberries, ef we could git em, and ketch fish when and where we was a mind to. Lordy massy ! your grandthur s old Cesar, he used to call the pond his pork-pot. He d jest go down and throw in a line and ketch his din ner. Wai, Old Black Hoss he know d the law was so, and he couldn t do nothin agin her by law ; but he sarved her out every mean trick he could think of. He used to go and stan and lean over her garden- gate and jaw at her an hour at a time ; but old Sarah she had the Injun in her ; she didn t run to talk 198 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. much : she used to jest keep on with her weedin and her work, jest s if he warn t there, and that made Old Black IIoss madder n ever ; and he thought he d try and frighten her ofFn the ground, by makin on her believe he was the Devil. So one time, when he d been killin a beef critter, they took off the skin with the horns and all on ; and Old Black Hoss he says to Toddy and Eph and Loker, You jest come up to night, and see how I ll frighten old Sarah Bunga- nuck. " Wai, Toddy and Eph and Loker, they hedn t no better to do, and they thought they d jest go round and see. Ye see twas a moonlight night, and old Sarah she was an industrious critter she was cuttin white-birch brush for brooms in th e paster-lot. Wai, Old Black Hoss he wrapped the critter s skin round him, with the horns on his head, and come and stood by the fence, and begun to roar and make a noise. Old Sarah she kept right on with her work, cuttin her brash and pilin on t up, and jest let him roar. Wai, Old Black Hoss felt putty foolish, spe cially ez the fellers were waitin to see how she took it. So he calls out in a grum voice, HOW TO FIGHT THE DEVIL. 199 " Woman, don t yer know who I be ? " " 4 No, says she quite quiet, I don t know who yer be. " c Wai, I m the Devil, sez he. " Ye be ? says old Sarah. 4 Poor old critter, how I pity ye ! and she never gin him another word, but jest bundled up her broom-stuff, and took it on her back and walked off, and Old Black Hoss he stood there mighty foolish with his skin and horns ; and so he had the laugh agin him, cause Eph and Loker they went and told the story down to the tavern, and he felt awful cheap to think old Sarah had got the upper hands on him. " Wai, ye see, boys, that ere s jest the way to fight the Devil. Jest keep straight on with what ye re doin , and don t ye mind him, and he can t do nothin to ye." LAUGHIN IN MEETTN . E were in disgrace, we boys ; and the reason of it was this : we had laughed out in meeting-time ! To be sure, the occasion was a trying one, even to more disciplined nerves. Parson Lothrop had exchanged pulpits with Parson Summeral, of North Wearem. Now, Parson Summeral was a man in the very outset likely to provoke the risibles of unspiritualized juve niles. He was a thin, wiry, frisky little man, in a powdered white wig, black tights, and silk stockings, with bright knee-buckles and shoe-buckles; with round, dark, snapping eyes ; and a curious, high, cracked, squeaking voice, the very first tones of which made all the children stare and giggle, The news 200 LAUGHIN IN MEETIN . 201 that Parson Summeral was going to preach in our village spread abroad among us as a prelude to some thing funny. It had a flavor like the charm of circus- acting ; and, on the Sunday morning of our story, we went to the house of God in a very hilarious state, all ready to set off in a laugh on the slightest provo cation. The occasion was not long wanting. Parson Lo- throp had a favorite dog yclept Trip, whose behavior in meeting was notoriously far from that edifying pattern which befits -a minister s dog on Sundays. Trip was a nervous dog, and a dog that never could be taught to conceal his emotions or to respect con ventionalities. If any thing about the performance in the singers seat did not please him, he was apt to express himself in a lugubrious howl. If the sermon was longer than suited him, he would gape with such a loud creak of his jaws as would arouse everybody s attention. If the flies disturbed his afternoon s nap, he would give sudden snarls or snaps ; or, if any thing troubled his dreams, he would bark out in his sleep in a manner not only to dispel his own slumbers, but those of certain worthy deacons and old ladies, 202 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. whose sanctuary repose was thereby sorely broken and troubled. For all these reasons, Madame Lo- throp had been fofced, as a general thing, to deny Trip the usual sanctuary privileges of good family dogs in that age, and shut him up on Sundays to pri vate meditation. Trip, of course, was only the more set on attendance, and would hide behind doors, jump out of windows, sneak through by-ways and alleys, and lie hid till the second bell had done toll ing, when suddenly he would appear in the broad aisle, innocent and happy, and take his seat as com posedly as any member of the congregation. Imagine us youngsters on the qui vive with excite ment at seeing Parson Summeral frisk up into the pulpit with all the vivacity of a black grasshopper. We looked at each other, and giggled very cautiously, with due respect to Aunt Lois s sharp observation. At first, there was only a mild, quiet simmering of giggle, compressed decorously within the bounds of propriety ; and we pursed our muscles up with strin gent resolution, whenever we caught the apprehen. sive eye of our elders. But when, directly after the closing notes of the LAUQHIN IN MEETIN . 203 tolling second bell, Master Trip walked gravely up the front aisle, and, seating himself squarely in front of the pulpit, raised his nose with a critical air to ward the scene of the forthcoming performance, it was too much for us : the repression was almost con vulsive. Trip wore an alert, attentive air, befitting a sound, orthodox dog, who smells a possible heresy, and deems it his duty to watch the performances narrowly. Evidently he felt called upon to see who and what were to occupy that pulpit in his master s absence. Up rose Parson Summeral ; and up went Trip s nose, vibrating with intense attention. The parson began in his high-cracked voice to in tone the hymn, " Sing to the Lord aloud," when Trip broke into a dismal howl. The parson went on to give directions to the dea con, in the same voice in which he had been reading, so that the whole effect of the performance was some what as follows : " Sing to the Lord aloud. 204 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " (Please to turn out that dog), " < And make a joyful noise. The dog was turned out, and the choir did their best to make a joyful noise ; but we boys were upset for the day, delivered over to the temptations of Satan, and plunged in waves and billows of hysteri cal giggle, from which neither winks nor frowns from Aunt Lois, nor the awful fear of the ti thing-man, nor the comforting bits of fennel and orange-peel passed us by grandmother, could recover us. Everybody felt, to be sure, that here was a trial that called for some indulgence. Hard faces, even among the stoniest saints, betrayed a transient quiver of the risible muscles ; old ladies put up their fans ; youths and maidens in the singers seat laughed out right ; and, for the moment, a general snicker among the children was pardoned. But I was one of that luckless kind, whose nerves, once set in vibration, could not be composed. When the reign of gravity and decorum had returned, Harry and I sat by each other, shaking with suppressed laughter. Every thing in the subsequent exercises took a funny turn ; LAUGHIN IN MEETIN . 205 and in the long prayer, when everybody else was still and decorous, the whole scene came over me with such overpowering force, that I exploded with laugh ter, and had to be taken out of meeting and marched nome by Aunt Lois, as a convicted criminal. What especially moved her indignation was, that, the more she rebuked and upbraided, the more I laughed, till the tears rolled down my cheeks ; which Aunt Lois construed into wilful disrespect to her authority, and resented accordingly. By Sunday evening, as we gathered around the fire, the re-action from undue gayety to sobriety had taken place ; and we were in a pensive and penitent state. Grandmother was gracious and forgiving ; but Aunt Lois still preserved that frosty air of reproba tion which she held to be a salutary means of quick ening our consciences for the future. It was, there fore, with unusual delight that we saw our old friend Sam come in, and sit himself quietly down on the block in the chimney corner. With Sam we felt as sured of indulgence and patronage ; for, though al ways rigidly moral and instructive in his turn of mind, he had that fellow-feeling for transgressors which is 18 206 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. characteristic of the loose-jointed, easy-going style of his individuality. "Lordy massy, boys yis," said Sam virtuously, in view of some of Aunt Lois s thrusts, "ye ought never to laugh nor cut up in meetin ; that are s so : but then there is times when the best on us gets took down. We gets took unawares, ye see, even min isters does. Yis, natur will git the upper hand afore they know it." " Why, Sam, ministers don t ever laugh in meetin ! do they?" We put the question with wide eyes. Such a sup position bordered on profanity, we thought : it was approaching the sin of Uzzah, who unwarily touched the ark of the Lord. " Laws, yes. Why, heven t you never heard how there was a council held to try Parson Morrel for laughin out in prayer-time ? " " Laughing in prayer-time ! " we both repeated, with uplifted hands and eyes. My grandfather s mild face became luminous with a suppressed smile, which brightened it as the moon does a cloud ; but he said nothing. LAUGHIN IN MEETIN . 20T " Yes, yes," said my grandmother, " that affair did make a dreadful scandal in the time on t ! But Par son Morrel was a good man ; and I m glad the coun cil wasn t hard on him." " Wai," said Sam Lawson, " after all, it was more Ike Babbit s fault than twas anybody s. Ye see, Ike he was allers for gettin what he could out o the town ; and he would feed his sheep on the meetin - house green. Somehow or other, Ike s fences allers contrived to give out, come Sunday, and up would come his sheep ; and Ike was too pious to drive em back Sunday, and so there they was. He was talked to enough about it : cause, ye see, to hev sheep and lambs a ba-a-in and a blatin all prayer and sermon time wa n t the thing. Member that are old meet- in -house up to the North End, down under Blueberry Hill, the land sort o sloped down, so as a body hed to come into the meetin -house steppin down instead o up. " Fact was, they said twas put there cause the land wa n t good for nothin else; and the folks thought puttin a meetin -house on t would be a clear savin . But Parson Morrel he didn t like it, and 208 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. was free to tell em his mind on t, that twas like bringin the lame and the blind to the Lord s sarvice ; but there twas. " There wa n t a better minister, nor no one more set by in all the State, than Parson Morrel. His doc trines was right up and down, good and sharp ; and he give saints and sinners their meat in due season ; and for consolin and comfortin widders and orphans, Parson Morrel hedn t his match. The women sot lots by him ; and he was allus ready to take tea round, and make things pleasant and comfortable ; and he hed a good story for every one, and a word for the children, and maybe an apple or a cookey in his pocket for em. Wai, you know there an t no pleas- in everybody ; and ef Gabriel himself, right down out jo heaven, was to come and be a minister, I expect there d be a pickin at his wings, and sort o fault- findin . Now, Aunt Jerushy Scran and Aunt Polly Hokun they sed Parson Morrel wa n t solemn enough. Ye see, there s them that thinks that a min ister ought to be jest like the town hearse, so that ye think of death, judgment, and eternity, and nothiri else, when ye see him round ; and ef they see a man LAUGHIN* IN MEETIN . 209 rosy and chipper, and hevin a pretty nice, sociable sort of a time, why they say he an t spiritooal minded. But, in my times, I ve seen ministers the most awakenin kind in the pulpit that was the liveliest when they was out on t. There is a time to laugh; Scriptur says ; tho some folks never seem to re member that are." " But, Sam, how came you to say it was Ike Bab bit s fault ? What was it about the sheep ? " " Oh, wal, yis ! I m a comin to that are. It was all about them sheep. I expect they was the instru ment the Devil sot to work to tempt Parson Morrel to laugh in prayer-time. " Ye see, there was old Dick, Ike s bell-wether, was the fightin est old crittur that ever yer see. Why , Dick would butt at his own shadder ; and everybody said it was a shame the old crittur should be left to run loose, cause he run at the children, and scared the women half out their wits. Wal, I used to live out in that parish in them days. And Lem Sudoc and I used to go out sparkin Sunday nights, to see the Larkin gals ; and we had to go right cross the lot where Dick was : so we used to go and stand at the 18* 210 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. fence, and call. And Dick would see us, and put down his head, and run at us full chisel, and come bunt agin the fence ; and then I d ketch him by the horns, and hold him while Lem run and got over the fence t other side the lot ; and then I d let go : and Lem would holler, and shake a stick at him, and away he d go full butt at Lem ; and Lem would ketch his horns, and hold him till I came over, that was the way we managed Dick ; but, I tell you, ef he come sudden up behind a fellow, he d give him a butt in the small of his back that would make him run on all fours one while. He was a great rogue, Dick was. Wai, that summer, I remember they hed old Deacon Titkins for tithing-man ; and I tell you he give it to the boys Lively. There wa n t no sleepin nor no playin ; for the deacon hed eyes like a gimblet, and he was quick as a cat, and the youngsters hed to look out for them selves. It did really seem as if the deacon was like them four beasts in the Revelations that was full o eyes behind and before ; for which ever way he was standin , if you gave only a wink, he was down on you, and hit you a tap with his stick. I know once Lem Sudoc jist wrote two words in the psalm-book LAUGHIN IN MEETIN . 211 and passed to Kesiah Larkin ; and the deacon give him such a tap that Lem grew red as a beet, and vowed he d be up with him some day for that. " Well, Lordy Massy, folks that is so chipper and high steppin has to hev their come downs ; and the deacon he hed to hev his. " That are Sunday, I member it now jest as well as if twas yesterday, the parson he give us his gre t sermon, reconcilin decrees and free agency : everybody said that are sermon was a masterpiece. He preached it up to Cambridge at Commencement, that year. Wai, it so happened it was one o them bilin hot days that come in August, when you can fairly hear the huckleberries a sizzlin and cookin on the bushes, and the locust keeps a gratin like a red-hot saw. Wai, such times, decrees or no decrees, the best on us will get sleepy. The old meetin -house stood right down at the foot of a hill that kep off all the wind ; and the sun blazed away at them gre t west winders: and there was pretty sleepy times there. Wai, the deacon he flew round a spell, and woke up the children, and tapped the boys on the head, and kep every thing straight as he could, till the sermon 212 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. was most through, when he railly got most tuckered out ; and he took a chair, and he sot down in the door right opposite the minister, and fairly got asleep him self, jest as the minister got up to make the last prayer. " Wai, Parson Morrel hed a way o prayin with his eyes open. Folks said it wa n t the best way : but it was Parson Morrel s way, anyhow ; and so, as he was prayin , he couldn t help seein that Deacon Tit- kins was a noddin and a bobbin out toward the place where old Dick was feedin with the sheep, front o the meetin -house door. " Lem and me we was sittin where we could look out ; and we jest sees old Dick stop feedin and look at the deacon. The deacon hed a little round head as smooth as an apple, with a nice powdered wig on it : and he sot there makin bobs and bows ; and Dick begun to think it was suthin sort o pussonal. Lem and me was sittin jest where we could look out and see the hull picter ; and Lem was fit to split. 44 Good, now, says he : that crittur ll pay the deacon off lively, pretty soon. " The deacon bobbed his head a spell ; and old Dick "And knocked him head over heets into the broad aisled LAUGHIN IN MEETIN . 213 he shook his- horns, and stamped at him sort o threat- nin . Finally the deacon he give a great bow, and brought his head right down at him ; and old Dick he sot out full tilt and come down on him ker chunk, and knocked him head over heels into the broad aisle : and his wig flew one way and he t other ; and Dick made a lunge at it, as it flew, and carried it off on his horns. " Wai, you may believe, that broke up the meetin for one while : for Parson Morrel laughed out ; and all the gals and boys they stomped and roared. And the old deacon he got up and begun rubbin his shins, cause he didn t see the joke on t. " You don t orter laugh, says he : it s no laugh- in matter; it s a solemn thing, says he. 4 I might hev been sent into tarnity by that darned crittur, says he. Then they all roared and haw-hawed the more, to see the deacon dancin round with his little shiny head, so smooth a fly would trip up on t. 1 1 believe, my soul, you d laugh to see me in my grave, says he. " Wai, the truth on t was, twas jist one of them bustin up times that natur has, when there an t 214 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. nothin for it but to give in : twas jest like the ice breakin up in the Charles River, it all come at once, and no whoa to t. Sunday or no Sunday, sin or no sin, the most on em laughed till they cried, and couldn t help it. u But the deacon, he went home feelin pretty sore about it. Lem Sudoc, he picked up his wig, and handed it to him. Says he, * Old Dick was playin tithin -man, wa n t he, deacon ? Teach you to make allowance for other folks that get sleepy. " Then Miss Titkins she went over to Aunt Jerushy Scran s and Aunt Polly Hokum s ; and they bed a pot o tea over it, and greed it was awful of Parson Morrel to set sich an example, and suthin bed got to be done about it. Miss Hokum said she allers knew that Parson Morrel hedn t no spiritooali- ty ; and now it bed broke out into open sin, and led all the rest of em into it ; and Miss Titkins, she said such a man wa n t fit to preach ; and Miss Hokum said she couldn t never hear him agin : and the next Sunday the deacon and his wife they hitched up and driv eight miles over to Parson Lothrop s and took Aunt Polly on the back seat. LAUGHIN IN MEETIN . 215 " Wai, the thing growed and growed, till it seemed as if there wa n t nothin else talked about, cause Aunt Polly and Miss Titkins and Jerushy Scran they didn t do nothin but talk about it; and that sot everybody else a-talkin . " Finally, it was greed they must hev a council to settle the hash. So all the wimmen they went to choppin mince, and makin up pumpkin pies and cranberry tarts, andb ilin doughnuts, gettin ready for the ministers and delegates ; cause councils al ways eats powerful : and they hed quite a stir, like a gineral trainin . The bosses they was hitched all up and down the stalls, a-stompin and switchin their tails ; and all the wimmen was a-talkin ; and they hed up everybody round for witnesses. And finally Parson Morrel he says, Brethren, says he, jest let me tell you the story jest as it happened ; and, if you don t every one of you laugh as hard as I did, why, then, I ll give up. " The parson he was a master-hand at settin off a story ; and, afore he d done, he got em all in sich a roar they didn t know where to leave off. Finally, they give sentence that there hedn t no temptation 216 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. took him but such as is common to man ; but they advised him afterwards allers to pray with his eyes shet ; and the parson he confessed he orter a done it, and meant to do better in future : and so they settled it. " So, boys," said Sam, who always drew a moral, " ye see, it larns you, you must take care what ye look at, ef ye want to keep from laughin in meetin . ^ TOM TOOTHACRE S GHOST STORY. HAT is it about that old house in Sherbourne?" said Aunt Nabby to Sam Lawson, as he sat drooping over the coals of a great fire one October evening. Aunt Lois was gone to Boston on a visit ; and, the smart spice of her scepticism being absent, we felt the more free dom to start our story-teller on one of his legends. Aunt Nabby sat trotting her knitting-needles on a blue-mixed yarn stocking. Grandmamma was knitting in unison at the other side of the fire. Grandfather sat studying " The Boston Courier." The wind outside was sighing in fitful wails, creak ing the pantry-doors, occasionally puffing in a 217 218 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. vicious gust down the broad throat of the chim ney. It was a drizzly, sleety evening ; and the wet lilac-bushes now and then rattled and splashed against the window as the wind moaned and whis pered through them. We boys had made preparation for a comfortable evening. We had enticed Sam to the chimney- corner, and drawn him a mug of cider. We had set down a row of apples to roast on the hearth, which even now were giving faint sighs and sput ters as their plump sides burst in the genial heat. The big oak back-log simmered and bubbled, and distilled large drops down amid the ashes ; and the great hickory forestick had just burned out into solid bright coals, faintly skimmed over with white ashes. The whole area of the big chimney was full of a sleepy warmth and brightness just calculated to call forth fancies and visions. It only wanted somebody now to set Sam off; and Aunt Nabby broached the ever-interesting subject of haunted houses. k Wai, now, Miss Badger," said Sam, " I ben over there, and walked round that are house con- TOM TOOTHACHE S GHOST STOKY. 219 sid able; and I talked with Granny Hokum and Aunt Polly, and they ve putty much come to the conclusion that they ll hev to move out on t. Ye see these ere noises, they keep em awake nights; and Aunt Polly, she gets stericky ; and Hannah Jane, she says, ef they stay in the house, she can t live with em no longer. And what can them lone women do without Hannah Jane? Why, Hannah Jane, she says these two months past she s seen a woman, regular, walking up and down the front hall between twelve and one o clock at night ; and it s jist the image and body of old Ma am Tillotson, Parson Hokum s mother, that everybody know d was a thunderin kind o woman, that kep every thing in a muss while she was alive. What the old crittur s up to now there ain t no knowin . Some folks seems to think it s a sign Granny Ho kum s time s comin . But Lordy massy ! says she to me, says she, 4 Why, Sam, I don t know nothin what I ve done, that Ma am Tillotson should be set loose on me. Anyway they ve all got so narvy, that Jed Hokum has ben up from Needham, and is goin to cart em all over to live with him. Jed, 220 OLDTOWN FIEESIDE STORIES. he s for hushin on t up, cause he says it brings a bad name on the property. 44 Wai, I talked with Jed about it ; and says I to Jed, says I, 4 Now, ef you ll take my advice, jist you give that are old house a regular overhauling and paint it over with tew coats o paint, and that are ll clear em out, if any thing will. Ghosts is like bedbugs, they can t stan fresh paint, says I. 4 They allers clear out. I ve seen it tried on a ship that got haunted. " " Why, Sam, do ships get haunted ? " " To be sure they do ! haunted the wust kind. Why, I could tell ye a story d make your har rise on e end, only I m fraid of frightening boys when they re jist going to bed." " Oh ! you can t frighten Horace," said my grand mother. "He will go and sit out there in the graveyard till nine o clock nights, spite of all I tell him." 44 Do tell, Sam ! " we urged. 44 What was it about the ship ? " Sam lifted his mug of cider, deliberately turned it round and round in his hands, eyed it affec- TOM TOOTHACBB S GHOST STORY. 221 tionately, took a long drink, and set it down in front of him on the hearth, and began : u Ye member I telled you how I went to sea down East, when I was a boy, long with Tom Toothacre. Wai, Tom, he reeled off a yarn one night that was bout the toughest I ever hed the pullin on. And it come all straight, too, from Tom. Twa n t none o yer hearsay: twas what he seen with his own eyes. Now, there wa n t no nonsense bout Tom, not a bit on t ; and he wa n t afeard o the divil himse f ; and he ginally saw through things about as straight as things could be seen through. This ere happened when Tom was mate o The Albatross, and they was a-runnin up to the Banks for a fare o fish. 4 The Albatross was as hand some a craft as ever ye see ; and Cap n Sim Wither- spoon, he was skipper a rail nice likely man he was. I heard Tom tell this ere one night to the boys on The Brilliant/ when they was all a-settin round the stove in the cabin one foggy night that we was to anchor in Frenchman s Bay, and all kind o layin off loose. Tom, he said they was having a famous run up 222 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. to the Banks. There was a spankin southerly, that blew em along like all natur ; and they was hevin the best kind of a time, when this ere southerly brought a pesky fog down on em, and it grew thicker than hasty-puddin . Ye see, that are s the pester o these ere southerlies : they s the biggest fog-breeders there is goin . And so, putty soon, you couldn t see half ship s length afore you. " Wai, they all was down to supper, except Dan Sawyer at the wheel, when there come sich a crash as if heaven and earth was a-splittin , and then a scrapin and thump bumpin under the ship, and gin em sich a h ist that the pot o beans went rollin , and brought up jam ag in the bulk-head; and the fellers was keeled over, men and pork and beans kinder permiscus. " c The divil ! says Tom Toothacre, 4 we ve run down somebody. Look out, up there ! "Dan, he shoved the helm hard down, and put her up to the wind, and sung out, 4 Lordy massy ! we ve struck her right amidships ! " Struck what ? they all yelled, and tumbled up on deck. TOM TOOTHACHE S GHOST STORY. 223 " c Why, a little schooner, says Dan. Didn t see her till we was right on her. She s gone down tack and sheet. Look! there s part o the wreck a-floating off: don t ye see? "Wai, they didn t see, cause it was so thick you couldn t hardly see your hand afore your face. But they put about, and sent out a boat, and kind o sarched round ; but, Lordy massy ! ye might as well looked for a drop of water in the Atlantic Ocean. Whoever they was, it was all done gone and over with em for this life, poor critturs! " Tom says they felt confoundedly about it ; but what could they do ? Lordy massy ! what can any on us do? There s places where folks jest lets go cause they hes to. Things ain t as they want em, and they can t alter em. Sailors ain t so rough as they look : they z feelin critturs, come to put things right to em. And there wasn t one on em who wouldn t a worked all night for a chance o saving some o them poor fellows. But there twas, and twa n t no use trying. " Wai, so they sailed on ; and by m by the wind kind o chopped round no theast, and then come 224 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. round east, and sot in for one of them regular east blows and drizzles that takes the starch out o fellers more n a regular storm. So they concluded they might as well put into a little bay there, and come to anchor. " So they sot an anchor-watch, and all turned in. "Wai, now comes the particular curus part o Tom s story ; and it was more curus cause Tom was one that wouldn t a believed no other man that had told it. Tom was one o your sort of philoso phers. He was fer lookin into things, and wa n t in no hurry bout believin ; so that this un was more markable on account of it s bein Tom that seen it than ef it had ben others. " Tom says that night he hed a pesky toothache that sort o kep grumblin and jumpin so he couldn t go to sleep ; and he lay in his bunk, a-turnin this way and that, till long past twelve o clock. "Tom had a thwart-ship bunk where he could see into every bunk on board, except Bob Coffin s ; and Bob was on the anchor-watch. Wai, he lay there, tryin to go to sleep, hearin the men snorin TOM TOOTHACHE S GHOST STORY. 225 like bull-frogs in a swamp, and watchin the lantern a-swingin back and forward ; and the sou westers and pea-jackets were kinder throwin their long shadders up and down as the vessel sort o rolled and pitched, for there was a heavy swell on, and then he d hear Bob Coffin tramp, tramp, trampin overhead, for Bob had a pretty heavy foot of his own, and all sort o mixed up to gether with Tom s toothache, so he couldn t get to sleep. Finally, Tom, he bit off a great chaw o baccy, and got it well sot in his cheek, and kind o turned over to lie on t, and ease the pain. Wai, he says he laid a spell, and dropped off in a sort o doze, when he woke in sich a chill his teeth chat tered, and the pain come on like a "knife, and he bounced over, thinking the fire had gone out in the stove. "Wai, sure enough, he see a man a-crouchin over the stove, with his back to him, a-stretchin out his hands to warm em. He had on a sou wester and a pea-jacket, with a red tippet round his neck; and his clothes was drippin as if he d just come in from a rain. 226 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " What the divil! says Tom. And he riz right up, and rubbed his eyes. Bill Bridges, says he, what shine be you up to now? For Bill was a master oneasy crittur, and allers a-gettin up and walkin nights ; and Tom, he thought it was Bill. But in a minute he looked over, and there, sure enough, was Bill, fast asleep in his bunk, mouth wide open, snoring like a Jericho ram s-horn. Tom looked round, and counted every man in his bunk, and then says he, Who the devil is this ? for there s Bob Coffin on deck, and the rest is all here. " Wai, Tom wa n t a man to be put under too easy. He hed his thoughts about him allers; and the fust he thought in every pinch was what to do. So he sot considerin a minute, sort o winkin his eyes to be sure he saw straight, when, sure enough, there come another man backin down the compan ion-way. " Wai, there s Bob Coffin, anyhow, says Tom to himself. But no, the other man, he turned: Tom see his face ; and, sure as you live, it was the face of a dead corpse. Its eyes was sot, and it jest TOM TOOTHACRE S GHOST STORY. 227 came as still across the cabin, and sot down by the stove, and kind o shivered, and put out its hands as if it was gettiii warm. " Tom said that there was a cold air round in the cabin, as if an iceberg was comin near, and he felt cold chills running down his back ; but he jumped out of his bunk, and took a step forward. Speak ! says he. 4 Who be you ? and what do you want ? "They never spoke, nor looked up, but kept kind o shivering and crouching over the stove. " 4 Wai, says Tom, I ll see who you be, anyhow. And he walked right up to the last man that come in, and reached out to catch hold of his coat-collar ; but his hand jest went through him like moonshine, and in a minute he all faded away; and when he turned round the other one was gone too. Tom stood there, looking this way and that ; but there warn t nothing but the old stove, and the lantern swingin , and the men all snorin round in their bunks. Tom, he sung out to Bob Coffin. Hullo, r.p there ! says he. But Bob never answered, and Tom, he went up, and found Bob down on his knees, his teeth a-chatterin like a bag o nails, trying to say 228 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. his prayers; and all he could thii>k of was, Now I lay me, and he kep going that over and over. Ye see, boys, Bob was a drefful wicked, swearin crittur, and hadn t said no prayers since he was tew years old, and it didn t come natural to him. Tom give a grip on his collar, and shook him. Hold yer yawp, said he. What you howlin about? What s up ? " 4 Oh, Lordy massy ! says Bob, we re sent for, all on us, there s been two on em: both on em went right by me ! " Wai, Tom, he hed his own thoughts ; but he was bound to get to the bottom of things, anyway. Ef twas the . devil, well and good he wanted to 1 know it. Tom jest wanted to hev the matter settled one way or t other: so he got Bob sort o stroked down, and made him tell what he saw. " Bob, he stood to it that he was a-standin right for ard, a-leanin on the windlass, and kind o hummin a tune, when he looked down, and see a sort o queer light in the fog; and he went and took a look over the bows, when up came a man s head in a sort of sou wester, and then a pair of hands, and catched at the bob-stay; and then the hull figger of a man riz right out o the water, and clim up on the martingale till he could reach the jib-stay with his hands, and then he swung himself right up onto the bowsprit, and stepped aboard, and went past Bob, right aft, and down into the cabin. And he hadn t more ii got down, afore he turned round, and there was another comin in over the bowsprit, and he went by him, and down below : so there was two on em, jest as Tom had seen in the cabin. "Tom he studied on it a spell, and finally says he, Bob, let you and me keep this ere to our selves, and see ef it ll come again. .Ef it don t, well and good: ef it does why, we ll see about it. "But Tom he told Cap n Witherspoon, and the Cap n he agreed to keep an eye out the next night. But there warn t nothing said to the rest o the men. " Wai, the next night they put Bill Bridges on the watch. The fog had lifted, and they had a fair wind, and was going on steady. The men 230 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. all turned in, and went fast asleep, except Cap n Witherspoon, Tom, and Bob Coffin. Wai, sure enough, twixt twelve and one o clock, the same thing came over, only there war four men stead o two. They come in jes so over the bowsprit, and they looked neither to right nor left, but clim down stairs, and sot down, and crouched and shivered over the stove jist like the others. Wai, Bill Bridges, he came tearin down like a wild-cat, frightened half out o his wits, screechiu Lord, have mercy ! we re all goin to the devil ! And then they all vanished. " Now, Cap n, what s to be done ? says Tom. 4 Ef these ere fellows is to take passage, we can t do nothin with the boys : that s clear. "Wai, so it turned out; for, come next night, there was six on em come in, and the story got round, and the boys was all on eend. There wa n t no doin nothin with em. Ye see, it s allers jest so. Not but what dead folks is jest as spectable as they was afore they s dead. These might a been as good fellers as any aboard ; but it s human natur . The minute a feller s dead, why, you sort o don t TOM TOOTHACHE S GHOST STORY. 231 know bout him ; and it s kind o skeery hevin on him round ; and so twan t no wonder the boys didn t feel as if they could go on with the vy ge, ef these ere fellers was all to take passage. Come to look, too, there war consid able of a leak stove in the vessel ; and the boys, they all stood to it, ef they went farther, that they d all go to the bottom. For, ye see, once the story got a-goin , every one on em saw a new thing every night. One on em saw the bait- mill a-grindin , without no hands to grind it; and another saw fellers up aloft, workin in the sails. Wai, the fact war, they jest had to put about, run back to Castine. " Wai, the owners, they hushed up things the best they could ; and they put the vessel on the stocks, and worked her over, and put a new coat o paint on her, and called her 4 The Betsey Ann ; and she went a good vy ge to the Banks, and brought home the biggest fare o fish that had been for a long time ; and she s made good vy ges ever since ; and that jest proves what I ve been a-saying, that there s no thin to drive out ghosts like fresh paint." THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. AL, now, this ere does beat all ! I wouldn t a thought it o the dea con." So spoke Sam Lawson, drooping in a discouraged, contemplative atti tude in front of an equally discour aged looking horse, that had just been brought to him by the Widow Simpkins for medical treatment. Among Sam s many accom plishments he was reckoned in the neighborhood an oracle in all matters of this kind, especially by women, whose helplessness in meeting such emer gencies found unfailing solace under his compassion ate willingness to attend to any business that did not strictly belong to him, and from which no pecun iary return was to be expected. THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. 233 The Widow Simpkins had bought this horse of Deacon Atkins, apparently a fairly well-appointed brute, and capable as he was good-looking. A short, easy drive, when the deacon held the reins, had shown off his points to advantage ; and the widow s small stock of ready savings had come forth freely in payment for what she thought was a bargain. When, soon after coming into possession, she dis covered that her horse, if driven with any haste, panted in a fearful manner, and that he appeared to be growing lame, she waxed wroh, and went to the deacon in anger, to be met only with the smooth reminder that the animal was all right when she took him ; that she had seen him tried herself. The widow was of a nature somewhat spicy, and expressed herself warmly : " It s a cheat and a shame, and I ll take the law on ye ! " "What law will you take?" said the unmoved deacon. " Wasn t it a fair bargain ? " " I ll take the law of God," said the widow with impotent indignation ; and she departed to pour her cares and trials into the ever ready ear of Sam. Having assumed the care of the animal, he now sat 234 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. contemplating it in a sort of trance of melancholy reflection. " Why, boys ! " he broke out, " why didn t she come to me afore she bought this crittur ? Why, I knew all about him ! That are crittur was jest ruined a year ago last summer, when Tom, the deacon s boy there, come home from college. Tom driv him over to Sherburn and back that are hot Fourth of July. Member it, cause I saw the crittur when he come home. I sot up with Tom takin care of him "all night. That are crittur had the thumps all night, and he hain t never been good for nothin since. I telled the deacon he was a gone hoss then, and wouldn t never be good for nothin . The deacon, he took off his shoes, and let him run to pastur all summer, and he s ben a-feedin and nussin on him up ; and now he s put him off on the widder. I wouldn t a thought it o the deacon ! Why, this hoss ll never be no good to her ! That are s a used- up crittur, any fool may see ! He ll mabbe do for about a quarter of an hour on a smooth road ; but come to drive him as a body wants to drive, why, he blows like my bellowsis ; and the deacon knew it must a known it ! " THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. 235 " Why, Sam ! " we exclaimed, " ain t the deacon a good man ? " "Wai, now, there s where the shoe pinches! In a gin al way the deacon is a good man he s con- sid able more than middlin good : gin ally he adorns his perfession. On most p ints I don t hev no thin agin the deacon ; and this ere ain t a bit like him. But there tis ! Come to hosses, there s where the unsanctified natur comes out. Folks will cheat about hosses when they won t about most nothin else." And Sam leaned back on his cold forge, now empty of coal, and seemed to deliver himself to a mournful train of general reflection. "Yes, hosses does seem to be sort o unregenerate critturs," he broke out: "there s suthin about hosses that de ceives the very elect. The best o folks gets tripped up when they come to deal in hosses." "Why, Sam, is there any thing bad in horses?" we interjected timidly. " Tain t the hosses, boys," said Sam with solem nity. " Lordy massy ! the hosses is all right enough ! Hosses is scriptural animals. Elijah went up to heaven in a chari t with hosses; and then all them 236 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. lots o bosses in the Ravelations, black and white and red, and all sorts o colors. That are shows bosses goes to heaven ; but it s more n the folks that hev em is likely to, ef they don t look out. " Ministers, now," continued Sam in a soliloquizing vein " folks allers thinks it s suthin sort o shaky in a minister to hev much to do with bosses, sure to get em into trouble. There was old Parson Williams of North Billriky got into a drefful mess about a boss. Lordy massy! he warn t to blame, neither; but he got into the dreffulest scrape you ever heard on come nigh to unsettlin him." " O Sam ! tell us all about it," we boys shouted, delighted with the prospect of a story. " Wai, wait now till I get off this crittur s shoes, and we ll take him up to pastur , and then we can kind o set by the river, and fish. Hepsy wanted a mess o fish for supper, and I was cal latin to git some for her. You boys go and be digging bait, and git yer lines." And so, as we were sitting tranquilly beside the Charles River, watching our lines, Sam s narrative began : 237 " Ye see, boys, Parson Williams he s dead now, but when I was a boy he was one of the gret men round here. He writ books. He writ a tract agin the Armenians, and put em down ; and he writ a big book on the millennium (I ve got that are book now) ; and he was a smart preacher. - Folks said he had invitations to settle in Boston, and there ain t no doubt he might a hed a Boston parish ef he d V ben a mind ter take it ; but he d got a good settlement and a handsome farm in North Billriky, and didn t care to move : thought, I s pose, that twas better to be number one in a little place than number two in a big un. Anyway, he carried all before him where he was. " Parson Williams was a tall, straight, personable man; come of good family father and grand ther before him all ministers. He was putty up and down, and commandin in his ways, and things had to go putty much as he said. He was a good deal sot by, Parson Williams was, and his wife was a Derby, one o them rich Salem Derbys, and brought him a lot o money ; and so they lived putty easy and comfortable so fur as this world s goods 238 OLDTOWN FIEESIDE STOKIES. goes. Well, now, the parson wan t reely what you call worldly-minded ; but then he was one o them folks that knows what s good in temporals as well as sperituals, and allers liked to hev the best that there was goin ; and he allers had an eye to a good hoss. "Now, there was Parson Adams and Parson Scranton, and most of the other ministers: they didn t know and didn t care what hoss they hed; jest jogged round with these ere poundin , pot bellied, sleepy critturs that ministers mostly hes, good enough to crawl round to funerals and minis ters meetih s and associations and sich ; but Parson Williams, he allers would hev a hoss as was a hoss. He looked out for blood ; and, when these ere Ver mont fellers would come down with a drove, the parson, he hed his eyes open, arid knew what was what. Couldn t none of em cheat him on hoss flesh. And so one time when Zach Buel was down with a drove, the doctor, he bought the best hoss in the lot. Zach said he never see a parson afore that he couldn t cheat; but he said the doctor reely knew as much as he did, and got the very one he d meant to a kept for himself. THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. 239 " This ere hoss was a peeler, I ll tell you ! They d called him Tamerlane, from some heathen feller or other : the boys called him Tarn, for short. Tarn was a gret character. All the fellers for miles round knew the doctor s Tarn, and used to come clear over from the other parishes to see him. " Wai, this ere sot up Cuffs back high, I tell you ! Cuff was the doctor s nigger man, and he was nat lly a drefful proud crittur. The way he would swell and strut and brag about the doctor and his folks and his things ! The doctor used to give Cuff his cast-off clothes; and Cuff would prance round in em, and seem to think he was a doctor of divinity himself, and had the charge of all natur . " Well, Cuff he reely made an idol o that are hoss, a reg lar graven image, and bowed down and worshipped him. He didn t think nothin was too good for him. He washed and brushed and curried him, and rubbed him down till he shone like a lady s satin dress ; and he took pride in ridin and drivin him, cause it was what the doctor wouldn t let nobody else do but himself. You see, Tarn warn t no lady s hoss. Miss Williams was 240 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. fraid as death of him ; and the parson, he hed to git her a sort o low-sperited crittur that she could drive herself. But he liked to drive Tarn ; and he liked to go round the country on his back, and a fine figure of a man he was on him too. He didn t let nobody else back him, or handle the reins, but Cuff; and Cuff was drefful set up about it, and he swelled and bragged about that ar hoss all round the country. Nobody couldn t put in a word bout any other hoss, without Cuff s feathers would be all up, stiff as a torn-turkey s tail ; and that s how Cuff got the doctor into trouble. "Ye see, there nat lly was others that thought they d got horses, and didn t want to be crowed over. There was Bill Atkins out to the west parish, and Ike Sanders, that kep a stable up to Pequot Holler : they was down a-lookin at the parson s hoss, and a-bettin on their n, and a-darin Cuff to race with em. " Wai, Cuff, he couldn t stan it, and, when the doctor s back was turned, he d be off on the sly, and they d hev their race; and Tarn, he beat em all. Tarn, ye see, boys, was a hoss that couldn t and THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. 241 wouldn t hev a hoss ahead of him he jest wouldn t! Ef he dropped down dead in his tracks the next minit, he would be ahead; and he allers got ahead. And so his name got up, and fellers kep conrin to try their horses ; and Cuff d take Tarn out to race with fust one and then another till this ere got to be a reg lar thing, and begun to be talked about. " Folks sort o wondered if the doctor knew ; but Cuff was sly as a weasel, and allers had a story ready for every turn. Cuff was one of them fellers that could talk a bird off a bush, master hand he was to slick things over ! " There was folks as said they believed the doctor was knowin to it, and that he felt a sort o carnal pride sech as a minister oughtn t fer to hev, and sso shet his eyes to what was a-goin on. Aunt Sally Nickerson said she was sure on t. Twas all talked over down to old Miss Bummiger s funeral, and Aunt Sally, she said the church ought to look into t. But everybody knew Aunt Sally : she was allers watchin for folks haltin s, and settin on herself up to jedge her neighbors. " Wai, I never believed nothin agin Parson Wil- 242 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. liams : it was all Cuff s contrivances. But the fact was, the fellers all got their blood up, and there was hoss-racin in all the parishes ; and it got so they d even race hosses a Sunday. " Wai, of course they never got the doctor s hoss out a Sunday. Cuff wouldn t a durst to do that, Lordy massy, no ! He was allers there in church, settin up in the doctor s clothes, rollin up his eyes, and lookin as pious as ef he never thought o racin hosses. He was an awful solemn-lookin nigger in church, Cuff was. " But there was a lot o them fellers up to Pequot Holler Bill Atkins, and Ike Sanders, and Tom Peters, and them Hokum boys used to go out arter meetin Sunday arternoon, and race hosses. Ye see, it was jest close to the State-line, and, if the s lect- men was to come down on em, they could jest whip over the line, and they couldn t take em. " Wai, it got to be a great scandal. The fellers talked about it up to the tavern, and the deacons and the tithingman, they took it up and went to Parson Williams about it; and the parson he told em jest to keep still, not let the fellers know that THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. 243 they was bein watched, and next Sunday he and the tithingman and the constable, they d ride over, and catch em in the very act. " So next Sunday arternoon Parson Williams and Deacon Popkins and Ben Bradley (he was constable that year), they got on to their hosses, and rode over to Pequot Holler. The doctor s blood was up, and he meant to come down on em strong ; for that was his way of doin 111 his parish. And they was in a sort o day-o -jedgment frame o mind, and jogged along solemn as a hearse, till, come to rise the hill above the holler, they see three or four fellers with their hosses gittin ready to race ; and the parson says he, Let s come on quiet, and get behind these bushes, and we ll see what they re up to, and catch em in the act. " But the mischief on t was, that Ike Sanders see em comin , and he knowed Tarn in a minit, Ike knowed Tarn of old, and he jest tipped the wink to the rest. 4 Wait, boys, says he : let em git close up, and then I ll give the word, and the doctor s hoss will be racin ahead like thunder. " Wai, so the doctor and his folks, they drew up 244 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. behind the bushes, and stood there innocent as could be, and saw em gittin ready to start. Tarn, he begun to snuffle and paw; but the doctor never mistrusted what he was up to till Ike sung out, Go it, boys ! and the hosses all started, when, sure as you live, boys ! Tarn give one fly, and was over the bushes, and in among em, goin it like chain-lightnin ahead of em all. " Deacon Popkins and Ben Bradley jest stood and held their breath to see em all goin it so like thun der ; and the doctor, he was took so sudden it was all he could do to jest hold on anyway : so away he went, and trees and bushes and fences streaked by him like ribbins. His hat flew off behind him, and his wig arter, and got catched in a barberry-bush; but Lordy massy ! he couldn t stop to think o them. He jest leaned down, and caught Tarn round the neck, and held on for dear life till they come to the stopping-place. " Wai, Tarn was ahead of them all, sure enough, and was snorting and snuffling as if he d got the very old boy in him, and was up to racing some more on the spot. THE PAKSON S HOKSE-RACE. 245 "That ere Ike Sanders was the impudentest feller that ever you see, and he roared and rawhawed at the doctor. 4 Good for you, parson ! says he. 4 You beat us all holler, says he. c Takes a parson for that, don t it, boys ? he said. And then he and Ike and Ton;, and the two Hokum boys, they jest roared, and danced round like wild critturs. Wai, now, only think on t, boys, what a situation that are was for a minister, a man that had come out with the best of motives to put a stop to sabbath-breakin I There he was all rumpled up and dusty, and his wig hangin in the bushes, and these ere ungodly fellers gettin the laugh on him, and all acause o that are hoss. There s times, boys, when ministers must be tempted to swear if there ain t preventin grace, and this was one o them times to Parson Williams. They say he got red in the face, and looked as if he should bust, but he didn t say nothin : he scorned to answer. The sons o Zeruiah was too hard for him, and he let em hev their say. But when they d got through, and Ben had brought him his hat and wig, and brushed and settled him ag in, the parson, he says, Well, boys, ye ve had your say and your 246 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. laugh ; but I warn you now I won t have this thing going on here any more, says he : so mind your selves. " Wai, the boys see that the doctor s blood was up, and they rode off pretty quiet ; and I believe they never raced no more in that spot. " But there ain t no tellin the talk this ere thing made. Folks will talk, you know ; and there warn t a house in all Billriky, nor in the south parish nor centre, where it warn t had over and discussed. There was the deacon, and Ben Bradley was there, to witness and show jest how the thing was, and that the doctor was jest in the way of his duty ; but folks said it made a great scandal ; that a minister hadn t no business to hev that kind o hoss, and that he d give the enemy occasion to speak reproachfully. It reely did seem as if Tarn s sins was imputed to the doctor; and folks said he ought to sell Tarn right away, and get a sober minister s hoss. " But others said it was Cuff that had got Tarn into bad ways, and they do say that Cuff had to catch it pretty lively when the doctor come to settle with him. Cu$ thought his time had come, sure enough, THE PARSON S HORSE-RACE. 247 and was so scairt that he turned blacker n ever : he got enough to cure him o hoss-racin for one while. But Cuff got over it arter a while, and so did the doctor. Lordy massy ! there ain t nothin lasts for ever ! Wait long enough, and most every thing blows over. So it turned out about the doctor. There was a rumpus and a fuss, and folks talked and talked, and advised ; everybody had their say : but the doctor kep right straight on, and kep his hoss all the same. " The ministers, they took it up in the association ; but, come to tell the story, it sot em all a-laughin , so they couldn t be very hard on the doctor. "The doctor felt sort o streaked at fust when they told the story on him ; he didn t jest like it : but he got used to it, and finally, when he was twitted on t, he d sort o smile, and say, Anyway, Tarn beat em : that s one comfort, " OLDTOWN FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. HE sacred work of preparation for Thanksgiving was at hand. Our kitchen was fragrant with the smell of cinnamon, cloves, and allspice which we boys were daily set to pound in the great lignum-vitse mor tar. Daily the great oven flamed without cessation ; and the splitting of oven-wood kept us youngsters so busy, that we scarce had a moment to play : yet we did it with a cheerful mind, inspired by the general aroma of coming festivity abroad in thejbouse. Behold us this evening around the kitchen-fire, which crackled and roared up the wide chimney, 248 , FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 249 brightening with its fluttering radiance the farthest corner of the ample room. A tub of rosy-cheeked apples, another of golden quinces, and a bushel- basket filled with ruby cranberries, stood in the midst of the circle. All hands were busy. Grand mother in one corner was superintending us boys as we peeled and quartered the fruit, an operation in which grandfather took a helping hand ; Aunt Lois was busily looking over and sorting cranberries, when a knock at the door announced a visitor. "Well, now, I s pose that s Sam Lawson, of course," snapped Aunt Lois. Aunt Lois generally spoke with a snap ; but about Thanksgiving time it had a cheery ring, like the snapping of our brisk kitchen-fire. " Good-evenin , Miss Badger and Miss Lois," said Sam. "I see yer winders so bright, I couldn t help wantin to come in and help ye pare apples, or suthin ." We boys made haste to give Sam the warmest welcome, and warmest place in the chimney-corner, and to accommodate him with a tin pan full of quinces, and a knife, when he was soon settled among us. 250 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. " Wai, this ere does look cheerful, looks like Thanksgivin , he began. " Wai, Lordy massy ! we ve got a great deal to be thankful for in this ere land o privileges ; hain t we, deacon ? I was a-comin round by Mis Lothrop s to-day ; and her Dinah, she told me the Doctor was gettin a great sermon out on the hundred and twenty-fourth Psalm : If it had not been the Lord who was on our side when men rose up against us, then they had swallowed us up. He s a-goin to show all our deliverances in the war. I expect it ll be a whale of a sermon, cause, when our minister sets out to do a thing, he mos generally does it up to the handle. Tell ye what, boys, you must listen with all your ears : you ll never know what times them was if you don t you don t know what liberty cost us all. There s your gran ther, now, he could tell ye : he members when he went off to Lexington with his gun on his shoulders." " Why, grandfather ! did you go ? " we both ex claimed with wide eyes. " Well, boys," said my grandfather, " tain t worth talkin about what I did. I was in my mill that day, minding my business, when brother Con, he burst in, FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 251 and says he, 4 Look here, Bill, the regulars are goin up to Concord to destroy our stores, and we must all go. Come, get your gun. Well, I said I was a miller, and millers were exempt from duty ; but Con wouldn t let me alone. 4 Get down your gun, says he. 4 Suppose we re going to let them British fellers walk over us ? says he. Well, Con always had his way of me ; and I got my gun, and we started out through the woods over to Concord. We lived at Weston then, ye see. Well, when we got on the brow of the hill, we looked over, and, sure enough, there on burying-ground hill was the British regu lars. The hill was all alive with em, marching here and there in their scarlet coats like so many bees out of a hive. U4 Con, says I, jest look there. What are you going to do ? " c Shoot some of em, I know, says Con. " And so we ran along, hiding behind trees and bushes and stone walls, till we got near enough to get a shot at em. You see, they broke up into companies, and went here and there about town, looking for the stores ; and then, as we got a chance 252 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. here and there, we marked our men, and popped, and then we d run, and take aim somewhere else." " Wai, now, that are wa n t the hull on t," said Sam. "Why, there was hundreds of fellers doin just the same all round : it was jest pop-pop-pop ! from every barn, and every bush, and clump o trees, all along the way. Men was picked off all the time ; and they couldn t see who did it, and it made em mad as fury. Why, I member Mis Tom Bigelow, she that was Sary Jones, told me how they sot her mother s house afire and burnt it down, cause their nigger man Caesar popped at em out o the buttery window. They didn t tell him to ; but Csesar, he was full of fight, like all the rest on em. Lordy massy ! the niggers went for suthin in them times ! Their blood was up as quick as anybody s. Why, there was old Pompey Lbvejoy lived over by Pomp s pond in Andover, he hitched up his wagon, and driv over with two barrels o cider and some tin dippers, and was round all day givin drinks o cider to our men when they got het and thirsty and tired. It was a pretty warm day for April, that was. Pomp has told me the story many a time. Twas all the cider he FIKESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 253 had ; but cider goes for suthin , as well as gunpowder in its place, and Pomp s cider come jest right that day." "But grandfather," said I, "what happened to you over there ? " " Well, you see," said grandfather placidly, " I wasn t killed ; but I come pretty nigh it. You see, they sent into Boston for re-enforcements ; and, by the time we got to Lexington, Earl Percy was march ing out with fresh troops and cannon. Con and I were standing on the meetin -house steps, when there come a terrible bang, and something struck right over our heads, and went into the meetin - house. Why, Bill! says Con, what s that? 4 They ve got cannon : that s what that is, says I. Let s run round the other side. So we did ; but just as we got round there, there come another bang, and a ball crashed right through the meetin -house, and come out of the pulpit window. Well, we saw there was no staying there : so we run then, and got into a little clump of trees behind a stone wall ; and there we saw em go by, Earl Percy on his horse, and all his troops, ever so grand. He went on up to 254 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. Concord. Fact is, if it hadn t been for him and his men, those regulars would all have been cut off: they wouldn t one of em have got back, for the whole country was up and fighting. The militia came pouring in from Weston and Acton and Bill- riky, all the towns round. Then their Col. Smith was wounded, and a good many others, and lots of em killed, and our minute-men coming on em before and behind, and all around. But ye see, we couldn t stand regular troops and cannon; and so, when they come on, we had to give back. Earl Percy came up, and formed a hollow square, and they marched into it, and so gave em time to rest." " Wai, there was need enough on t," said Sam. "The regulars had been hectored and picked, and driv round so from piller to post, that they was dog tired. Jimmy Irwin, he was a little chap then ; but he telled me how he see the men jest threw emselves down on the ground, their tongues trailing out o their mouths like hunting-dogs. You see, they had about two hundred wounded, and twenty eight or nine was taken prisoners, and sixty-four killed out right: so Lord Percy had his hands full o takin care o the mess they d got up." FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 255 "Yes," said my grandfather, "there were dead men lying all around the road as we came back. There, boys ! " he said, pointing to a gun and powder- horn over the chimney, " we picked up these when we were coming home. We found them on a poor fellow who lay there dead in the road : there s some blood of his on it to this day. We couldn t help feeling it was most too bad too." " Poor fellow ! he wa n t to blame," said my grand mother. " Soldiers have to go as they re bid. War s an awful thing." " Then they shouldn t have begun it," interposed Aunt Lois. " 4 They that take the sword shall per ish by the sword. " " Well, grandpapa," said I, u what were the stores they went up to get ? " " They were stores laid up to enable us to go to war, and they were round in different places. There were two twenty-four-pounders that they spiked, and they threw about five hundred pounds of ball into the river or wells, and broke up sixty barrels of flour, and scattered it about." " Wai," said Sam triumphantly, " there was one 256 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STOEIES. lot they didn t get. Cap n Tim Wheeler had about the biggest lot o wheat, and rye-flour, and corn-meal stored up in his barn, with some barrels of his own. So when this ere fine jay-bird of an officer came to him all so grand, and told him to open his barn and let him look in, the cap n, he took his key, and walked right out, and opened the barn door; and the officer was tickled to pieces. He thought he d got such a haul ! " If you please, sir, says the cap n, I m a miller, and got my living by grinding grain. I m a poor man. You can see my mill out there. I grind up a lot o grain in the winter, and get it ready to sell in the spring. Some s wheat, and some s rye, and / some s corn-meal ; and this wheat is mine, and this rye is mine, and this corn-meal is mine ; and, when ^ he spoke, he put his hand on his own barrels. " 4 Oh! if this is your private property, says the officer, 4 we sha n t touch that : we don t meddle with private property. And so he turned on his heel, and the cap n, he locked up his barn." " Was that telling the truth? " said I. "Wai, you see it was true what he said," said FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 257 Sam. "Them bar ls lie laid his hands on was hisn." " But Aunt Lois told me yesterday it was as bad to act a lie as to speak one," said I. " Well, so I did," said Aunt Lois. " The truth is the truth, and I ll stick to it." " But, Aunt Lois, would you have told him, and let him break up all those barrels? " "No, I shouldn t," said Aunt Lois. "I should have done just as Cap n Tim did ; but I should have done wrong. Right is right, and wrong is wrong, even if I can t come up to it always." "What would you have done, grandfather?" said I. My grandfather s mild face slowly irradiated, as when moonbeams pass over a rock. " Well, boys," he said, " I don t think I should have let him break up those barrels. If it was wrong to do as Cap n Wheeler did, I think most likely I should a done it. I don t suppose I m any better than he was." " Well, at any rate," said Aunt Lois, " what folks N da in war time is no rule for ordinary times : every 258 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. thing is upset then. There ain t any of the things they do in war time that are according to gospel teaching ; but, if you boys were to do just as Cap n Wheeler did, I should say you lied by speaking the truth." " Well, well," said my grandmother, " those were dreadful times. Thank the Lord that they are past and gone, and we don t have such awful cases of conscience as we did then. I never could quite see how we did right to resist the king at all." "Why, the Bible says, ; Resist the devil, " said Aunt Lois. A general laugh followed this sally. " I always heard," said my grandfather, by way of changing the subject, "that they meant to have taken Mr. Adams and Mr. Hancock and hung em." "Wai, to be sure they did," said Sam Lawson. "I know all about that are. Sapphira Clark, up to Lexington, she told me all about that are, one day when I was to her house puttin down her best parlor carpet. Sapphira wa n t but ten or eleven years old when the war broke out ; but she remem bered all about it. Ye see, Mr. Hancock and FLRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 259 Mr. Adams was a-staying hid up at their house. Her father, Mr. Jonas Clark, was minister of Lex ington ; and he kep em quite private, and didn t let nobody know they was there. Wai, Sapphira said they was all a-settin at supper, when her father, he heard a great rapping at the front-door ; and her father got up and went and opened it ; and she looked after him into the entry, and could just see a man in a scarlet uniform standing at the door, and she heard him ask, Are Sam Adams and John Han cock here ? And her father answered, 4 Oh, hush ! Don t mention those names here. Then, says the man, c I come to tell you the British troops will be along by sunrise; and, if they are in your house, they d better escape right away. " "That must have been Col. Paul Revere," said Aunt Lois. "He went all through the country, from Boston to Concord, rousing up people, and telling em to be ready." " Well, what did Mr. Adams and Hancock do ? " "Wai, they got ready right away, and slipped quietly out the back-door, and made their way over to Burlington, and staid in the minister s house over there out of the way of the battle." 260 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. "What would the British have done with em, if they had caught them ? " said I. "Hung em high as Haman," said my Aunt Lois sententiously. " That s what they d have done. That s what they d a done to them, and to Gen. Washington, and lots more, if they d had their way." " Oh, yes ! " said grandfather, " they were mighty high-stepping at first. They thought they had only to come over and show themselves, and they could walk through the land, and hang and burn and slay just whom they d a mind to." "Wai, they found twas like jumping into a hornets nest," said Sam Lawson. "They found that out at Lexington and Bunker Hill." " Brother Con was in those trenches at Bunker Hill," said grandfather. " There they dug away at the breastworks, with the bom -shells firing round em. They didn t mind them more than if they d been hickory-nuts. They kep fellows ready to pour water on em as they fell." "Well, I never want to feel again as I did that day," said grandmother. " I was in Boston, visiting FJ RESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 261 cousin Jemima Russel, and we were all out on the roof of the house. The roofs everywhere were all alive with people looking through spy-glasses ; and we could hear the firing, but couldn t tell how the day was going. And then they set Charlestown on fire ; and the blaze and smoke and flame rose up, and there was such a snapping and crackling, and we could hear roofs and timbers falling, and see people running this way and that with their children women scared half to death a-flying ; and we knew all the time there was cousin Jane Wilkinson in that town sick in bed, with a baby only a few days old. It s a wonder how Jane ever lived through it; but they did get her through alive, and her baby too. That burning Charlestown settled the point with a good many. They determined then to fight it through : it was so mean and cruel and needless." " Yes," said my grandfather, " that day settled the question that we would be free and inde pendent, or die ; and, though our men had to retreat, yet it was as good as a defeat to the British. They lost ten hundred and fifty-four in 262 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. killed and wounded, and we only four hundred and fifty-three ; and our men learned that they could fight as well as the British. Congress went right to work to raise an army, and appointed Gen. Wash ington commander. Your gran ther Stowe, boys, was orderly of the day when Gen. Washington took the command at Cambridge." " Wai," said Sam, " I was in Cambridge that day and saw it all. Ye see, the army was drawn up under the big elm there ; and Ike Newel and I, we clim up into a tree, and got a place where we could look down and see. I wa n t but ten year old then ; but, if ever a mortal man looked like the angel of the Lord, the gineral looked like it that day." " Some said that there was trouble about having Gen. Ward give up the command to a Southern man," said my grandfather. " Gen. Ward was a brave man and very popular ; but everybody was satisfied when they came to know Gen. Washing ton." "There couldn t no minister have seemed more godly than he did that day," said Sam. " He read out of the hymn-book the hundred and first Psalm." FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. 263 " What is that psalm ? " said I. " Laws, boys ! I know it by heart," said Sam, " I was so impressed hearin on him read it. I can say it to you : " Mercy and judgment are my song, And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring. If I am raised to bear the sword, I ll take my counsels from thy word. Thy justice and thy heavenly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways. I ll search the land, and raise the just To posts of honor, wealth, and trust : The men who work thy righteous will Shall be my friends and favorites still. The impious crew, the factious band, Shall hold their peace, or quit the land; And all who break the public rest, Where I have power, shall be suppressed. " " And he did it too," remarked Aunt Lois. "He trusted in the Lord, and the Lord brought him to honor," said my grandmother. "When he took the army, every thing was agin us : it didn t seem possible we should succeed." 264 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. "Wai, he was awful put to it sometimes," said Sam Lawson. " I member Uncle David Morse was a-tellin me bout that are time down in New York when the" Massachusetts and Connecticut boys all broke and run." "Massachusetts boys run? How came that Sam?" said I. " Wai, you see, sometimes fellows will get a-run- nin ; and it jest goes from one to another like fire, and ye can t stop it. It was after the battle of Long Island, when our men had been fighting day after day, and had to retreat. A good many were wounded, and a good many of em were sick and half-sick; and they d got sort o tired and discour aged. " Well, Lord Howe and the British came to make a landing at Kipp s Bay round by New York; and the troops set to guard the landing began to run, and the Massachusetts and Connecticut men were sent to help em. Uncle David says that the fellows that run spread the panic among em ; and they looked ahead, and saw an ox-drag on top of a hill they was to pass, and they thought twas a cannon FIRESIDE TALKS OF THE REVOLUTION. ^265 pintin right at em ; and the boys, they jest broke and run, cut right across the road, and cleared over the fence, and streaked it off cross-lots and up hill like a flock o sheep. Uncle David, he run too ; but he d been sick o xlysentary, and was so weak he couldn t climb the fence : so he stopped and looked back, and saw Gineral Washington cantering up behind em, shouting, and waving his sword, look ing like a flamin fire. Oh, he was thunderin mad, the gineral was ! And, when he see the fellows skit tering off cross-lots, he jest slammed his hat down on the ground, and give up. Great heavens ! says he, are these the men I ve got to fight this battle with? " Wai, Uncle David, he picked up the gineral s hat, and come up and made his bow, and said, 4 Gineral, here s your hat, 44 4 Thank you, sir ! said the gineral. 4 I m glad to see one brave fellow that can stand his ground. You didn t run. 44 Uncle David said he felt pretty cheap, cause he know d in his own heart that he would a run, only he was too weak to git over the fence ; but he didn t 266 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. tell the gineral that, I bet^y He put the compliment in his pocket, and said nothing ; for now the gineral s aides came riding up full drive, and told him they must be off out of the field in a minute, or the British would have em, and so one on em took Uncle David up behind him, and away they cantered. It was a pretty close shave too : the British was only a few rods behind em. " Oh, dear, if they had caught him ! " said I. " Only think ! " " Well, they would have hung him ; but we should have had another in his place," said Aunt Lois. " The war wouldn t a stopped." "Well, twas to be as twas," said my grandmother. " The Lord had respect to the prayers of our fathers, and he d decreed that America should be free." " Yes," said Sam : " Parson Badger said in one o his sermons, that men always was safe when they was goin in the line o God s decrees : I guess that are was about it. But, massy! is that are the nine o clock bell? I must make haste home, or I dun know what Hetty 11 say to me." A STUDENT S SEA STORY. MONG the pleasantest of my rec ollections of old Bowdoin is the salt-air flavor of its sea experi ences. The site of Brunswick is a sandy plain, on which the col lege buildings seem to have been dropped for (the good old Yankee economic reason of using land for public build ings that could not be used for any thing else. The soil was a fathomless depth of dry, sharp, barren sand, out of whose bosom nothing but pitch-pines and blueberry-bushes emerged, or ever could emerge without superhuman efforts of culti vation. But these sandy plains, these pine forests, were neighbors to the great, lively, musical blue 268 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. ocean, whose life-giving presence made itself seen, heard, and felt every hour of the day and night. The beautiful peculiarity of the Maine coast, where the sea interpenetrates the land in pictur esque fiords and lakes, brought a constant roman tic element into the landscape. White-winged ships from India or China came gliding into the lonely solitude of forest recesses, ( bringing news from strange lands, and tidings of wild adventure, into secluded farmhouses, that, for the most part, seemed to be dreaming in woodland solitudej. In the early days of my college life the shipping interest of Maine gave it an outlook into all the countries of the earth. Ships and ship-building and ship-launching were the drift of the popular thought; and the very minds of the people by this commerce had apparently " Suffered a sea change Into something rare and strange." There was a quaintness, shrewdness, and vivacity e about these men, (half skipper, half farmer) that was piquant and enlivening. A STUDENT S SEA STORY! 269 It was in the auspicious period of approaching Thanksgiving that my chum and I resolved to antedate for a few days our vacation, and take passage on the little sloop " Brilliant," that lay courtesying and teetering on the bright waters of Maquoit Bay, loading up to make her Thanks giving trip to Boston. It was a bright Indian-summer afternoon that saw us all on board the little craft. She was laden deep with dainties and rarities for the festal appetites of Boston nabobs, loads of those mealy potatoes for which the fields of Maine were justly famed, barrels of ruby cranberries, boxes of solid golden butter (ventures of a thrifty housemother emulous to gather kindred gold in the Boston market). Then there were dressed chickens, tur keys, and geese, all going the same way, on the same errand; and there were sides and saddles of that choice mutton for which the sea islands of Maine were as famous as the South Downs of England. Every thing in such a stowage was suggestive of good cheer. The little craft itself had a soci- 270 OCDTOWN FIBESIDE STORIES. J able, friendly, domestic air. The captain and mate were cousins: the men were all neighbors, sons of families who had grown up together. There was a kindly home flavor in the very stowage of the cargo. Here were Melissa s cranberries, and by many a joke and wink we were apprised that the mate had a tender interest in that venture. There was Widder Toothacre s butter, concerning which there were various comments and speculations, but which was handled and cared for with the consideration the Maine sailor-boy always gives to "the widder." There was a private keg of very choice eggs, over which the name of Lucindy Ann was breathed by a bright-eyed, lively young ster, who had promised to bring her back the change, and^as to the precise particulars of this ( change many a witticism was expended. / Our mode of living on the " Brilliant " was of the simplest and most primitive kind. On each side the staircase that led down to the cabin, hooped strongly to the partition, was a ba-rel, which on the one side contained salt beef, and on the other salt pork. A piece out of each barrel, A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 271 delivered regularly to the cook, formed the foun dation of our daily meals; and sea-biscuit and potatoes, with the sauce of salt-water appetites, made this a feast for a king. I make no mention here of gingerbread and doughnuts, and such like ornamental accessories, which were not wanting, nor of nuts and sweet cider, which were to be had for the asking. At meal-times a swing-shelf, which at other seasons hung flat against the wall, was propped up, and our meals were eaten there on in joyous satisfaction. A joyous, rollicking set we were, and the whole expedition was a frolic of the first water. One of the drollest features of these little impromptu voyages often was the woe-begone aspect of some unsuspecting land-lubber, who had been beguiled into thinking that he would like a trip to Boston by seeing the pretty "Brilliant" courtesying in the smooth waters of Maquoit, and so had em barked, in innocent ignorance of the physiological res 1 .fcs of such enterprises. I remember the first morning out. As we were driving ahead, under a stiff breeze, I came on 272 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. deck, and found th4_respectable Deacon Muggins,^ who in his Sunday coat had serenely embarked the day before, now desolately clinging to the railing, very white about the gills, and contem plating the sea with a most suggestive expression of disgust and horror. "Why, deacon, good-morning! How are you? Splendid morning ! " said I maliciously. He drew a deep breath, surveyed me with a mixture of indignation and despair, and then gave vent to his feelings: "Tell ye what: there was one darned old fool up to Brunswick yesterday ! but he ain t there now : he s here" The deacon, in the weekly prayer-meeting at Brunswick, used to talk of the necessity of being "emptied of self:" he seemed to be in the way of it in the most literal manner at the present moment. In a few minutes he was extended on the deck, the most utterly limp and dejected of deacons, and vowing with energy, if he ever got out o this ere, you wouldn t catch him again. Of course, my chum and I were not seasick. We were pros perous young sophomores in Bowdoin College, A STUDENT S SEA STOKY. 273 and would have scorned to acknowledge such a weakness. In fact, we were in that happy state of self-opinion where we surveyed every thing in creation, as birds do, from above, and were dis posed to patronize everybody we met, with a pleasing conviction that there was nothing worth knowing, but what we were likely to know, OTJ worth doing, but what we could do. Capt. Stanwood liked us, and we liked him: we patronized him, and he was quietly amused at our patronage, and returned it in kind. He was a good specimen of the sea-captain in those early days in Maine : a man in middle life, tall, thin, wiry, and active, full of resource and shrewd mother-wit ; a man very confident in his opinions, becaus^nis knowledge was all got at first-hand, \ the result of a careful use of his own five senses. - From his childhood he had followed the seas, and, as he grew older, made voyages to Archangel, to Messina, to the West Indies, and finally round the Horn ; and, having carried a very sharp and careful pair of eyes, he had acquired not only a snug competency of worldly goods, but a large 274 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. stock of facts and inductions, which stood him in stead of an education. He was master of a thriv ing farm at Harpswell, and, being tethered some what by love of wife and children, was mostly stationary there, yet solaced himself by running a little schooner to Boston, and driving a thriving bit of trade by the means. With that reverence for learning which never deserts the New-Eng- lander, he liked us the better for being collegians, and amiably conceded that there were things quite worth knowing taught "up to Brunswick there," though he delighted now and then to show his superiority in talking about what he knew better than we. Jim Lamed, the mate, was a lusty youngster, ! a sister s son whom he had taken in training in the way he should go. Jim had already made a voyage to Liverpool and the East Indies, and felt himself also quite an authority in his own way. The evenings were raw and cool ; and we gener ally gathered round the cabin stove, cracking wal nuts, smoking, and telling stories, and having a jolly time generally. It is but due to those old A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 275 days to say that a most respectable Puritan flavor penetrated even the recesses of those coasters, a sort of gentle Bible and psalm-book aroma, so that there was not a word or a joke among the men to annoy the susceptibilities even of a dea con. Our deacon, somewhat consoled and amend ed, lay serene in his berth, rather enjoying the yarns that we were spinning. The web, of course, was many-colored, of quaint and strange and wonderful ; and, as the night wore on, it was dyed in certain weird tints of the supernatural. "Well," said Jim Lamed, "folks may say what they re a mind to: there are things that there s no sort o way o countin for, things you ve jist got to say. Well, here s suthin to work that I don t know nothin about; and, come to question any man up sharp, you ll find he s seen one thing o that sort himself; and this ere I m going to tell s my story : " Four years ago I went down to aunt Jerushy s at Fair Haven. Her husband s in the oysterin business, and I used to go out with him considera ble. -Well, there was Bill Jones there, a real 276 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. bright fellow, one of your open-handed, lively fel lows, and he took a fancy to me, and I to him, and he and I struck up a friendship. He run an oyster-smack to New York, and did a considera ble good business for a young man. Well, Bill had a fellow on his smack that I never ^iked the / looks of. He was from the Malays, or some for eign crittur, or other; spoke broken English; had eyes set kind o edgeways n his head: homely as sin he was, and I always mistrusted him. Bill, I used to say, 4 you look out for that fellow: don t you trust him. If I was you, I d ship him off short metre. But Bill, he only laughed. Why, says he, I can get double work for the_ same pay out o that fellow; and what do I care if he ain t handsome? I remember how chipper an cheery Bill looked when he was say in that, just as he was going down to New York with his load o oysters. Well, the next night I was sound asleep in aunt Jerusha s front-chamber that opens towards the Sound, and I was waked right clear out o sleep by Bill s voice screaming to me. I got up and run to the window, and looked A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 277 out, and I heard it again, plain as any thing: Jim, Jim ! Help, help ! It wasn t a common cry, neither: it was screeched out, as if somebody was murdering him. I tell you, it rung through my head for weeks afterwards." "Well, what came of it?" said my chum, as the narrator made a pause, and we all looked at him in silence. "Well, as nigh as we can make it out, that very night poor Bill was murdered by that very Malay feller: leastways, his body was found in his boat. He d been stabbed, and all his money and watch and things taken, and this Malay was gone nobody knew where. That s all that was ever known about it." "But surely," said my chum, who was of a very literal and rationalistic turn of mind, "it couldn t have been his voice you heard: he must have been down to the other end of the Sound, close by New York, by that time." "Well," said the mate, "all I know is, that I was waked out of sleep by Bill s voice calling my name, screaming in a real agony. It went through 278 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. ine like lightning; and then I find he was mur dered that night. Now, I don t know any thing about it. I know I heard him calling me ; I know he was murdered: but how it was, or what it was, or why it was, I don t know." "These ere college boys can tell ye," said the captain. " Of course, they ve got into sophomore year, and there ain t nothing in heaven or earth that they don t know." "No," said I, "I say with Hamlet, There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy. " " Well," said my chum, with the air of a phi losopher, ^ " what shakes my faith in all super natural stories is, that I can t see any use or purpose in themj "Wai, if there couldn t nothin happen nor be except what you could see a use in, there wouldn t much happen nor be," quoth the captain. A laugh went round at the expense of my friend. " Wai, now, I ll tell ye what, boys," piped the thin voice of the deacon, "folks mustn t be too A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 279 presumptuous: there is providences permitted that we don t see no use in; but they do happen, yes, they do. Now, what Jim Larned s been a-tell- in is a good deal like what happened to me once, when I was up to Umbagog, in the lumberin business." " Halloo ! " called out Jim, " here s the deacon s story ! I told you every man had one. Give it to us, deacon ! Speak out, and don t be bash ful I " "Wai, really, it ain t what I like to talk about," said the deacon, in a quavering, uncertain voice; "but I don t know but I may as well, though. "It was that winter I was up to Umbagog. I was clerk, and kep the counts and books, and all that; and Tom Huly, he was surveyor and marker, he was there with me, and we chummed together. And there was Jack Cutter; he was jest out o college : he was there practising sur- veyin with him. We three had a kind o pine- board sort o shanty, built out on a plain near by the camp: it had a fire-place, and two windows, 280 OLDTOWN FIEESIDE STOKIES. and our bunks, and each of us had our tables and books and things. "Well, Huly, he started with a party of three or four to go up through the woods to look out a new tract. It was two or three days journey through the woods; and jest about that time the Indians up there was getting sort o uneasy, and we all thought mabbe twas sort o risky : how- somdever, Tom had gone off in high spirits, and told us to be sure and take care of his books and papers. Tom had a lot of books, and thought every thing of em, and was sort o particular and nice about his papers. His table sot up one side, by the winder, where he could see to read and write. Well, he d been gone four days, when one night it was a bright "moonlight night Jack and I were sitting by the fire, reading, and be tween nine and ten o clock there came a strong, regular knock on the window over by Tom s table. We were sitting with our backs to the window. 4 Halloo ! says Jack, 4 who s that ? We both jumped up, and went to the window and looked out, and see there war n t nobody there. A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 281 " This is curus, said I. " Some of the boys trying to trick us, says he. 4 Let s keep watch : perhaps . they ll do it again, says he. "We sot down by the fire, and fore long it came again. "Then Jack and I both cut out the door, and run round the house, he one way, and I the other. It was light as day, and nothin for any body to hide behind, and there warn t a critter in sight. Well, we come in and sot down, and looked at each other kind o puzzled, when it come agin, harder n ever; and Jack looked to the window, and got as white as a sheet. " For the Lord s sake, do look ! says he. And you may believe me or not ; but I tell you it s a solemn fact: Tom s books was movin , jest as if somebody was pickin em up, and putting em down again, jest as I ve seen him do a hun dred times. " Jack, says I, something s happened to Tom. "Wai, there had. That very night Tom was 282 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. \ murdered by the Indians. We put down the date, and a week arter the news came." "Come now, captain," said I, breaking the pause that followed the deacon s story, "give us your story. You ve been all over the world, in all times and all weathers, and you ain t a man to be taken in. Did you ever see any thing of this sort?" "Well, now, boys, since you put it straight at me, I don t care if I say I have, on these ere very waters we re a-sailin over now, on board this very schooner, in this very cabin." This was bringing matters close home. We felt an agreeable shiver, and looked over our shoul ders: the deacon, in his berth, raised up on his elbow, and ejaculated, "Dew tell! ye don t say so!" "Tell us about it, captain," we both insisted. " We ll take your word for most any thing." "Well, it happened about five years ago. It s goin on now eight years ago that my father died. He sailed out of Gloucester: had his house there; and, after he died, mother, she jest kep on in the A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 283 old place. I went down at first to see her fixed up about right, and after that I went now and then, and now and then I sent money. Well, it was about Thanksgiving time, as it is now, and I d ben down to Boston, and was coming back pretty well loaded with the things I d been buy ing in Boston for Thanksgiving at home, -rai sins and sugar, and all sorts of West Ingy goods, for the folks in Harpswell. Well, I meant to have gone down to Gloucester to see mother; but I had so many ways to run, and so much to do, I was afraid I wouldn t be back on time; and so I didn t see her. "Well, we was driving back with a good stiff breeze, and we d got past Cape Ann, and I d gone down and turned in, and was fast asleep in my berth. It was past midnight: every one on the schooner asleep, except the mate, who was up on the watch. I was sleepin as sound as ever I slept in my life, not a dream, nor a feelin , no more n if I had been dead, when suddenly I waked square up. My eyes flew open like a spring, with my mind clear and wide awake, and, 284 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. sure as I ever see any thing, I see my father standing right in the middle of the cabin, looking right at me. I rose right up in my berth, and says I, " Father, is that you? " Yes, says he, it is me. " Father, says I, what do you come for? " Sam, says he, do you go right back to Gloucester, and take your mother home with you, and keep her there as long as she lives. " And says I, Father, I will. And as I said this he faded out and was gone. I got right up, and run up on deck, and called out, Bout ship ! Mr. More he was my mate then stared at me as if he didn t believe his ears. Bout ship! says I. I m going to Gloucester. " Well, he put the ship about, and then came to me, and says, What the devil does this mean? We re way past Cape Ann. It s forty miles right back to Gloucester. "Can t help it, I said. To Gloucester I must go as quick as wind and water will carry me. I ve thought of matters there that I must attend to, no matter what happens. A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 285 "Well, Ben More and I were good friends always; but I tell you all that day he watched me, in a curious kind of way, to see if I weren t took with a fever, or suthin ; and the men, they whispered and talked among themselves. You see, they all had their own reasons for wanting to be back to Thanksgiving, and it was hard on em. "Well, it was just about sun up we got into Gloucester, and I went ashore. And there was mother, looking pretty poorly, jest making her fire, and getting on her kettle. When she saw me, she held up her hands, and burst out cry ing, " 4 Why, Sam, the Lord must V sent you! I ve ben sick and all alone, having a drefful hard time, and I ve felt as if I couldn t hold out much longer. " Well, says I, mother, pack up your things, and come right aboard the sloop; for I ve come to take you home, and take care of you: so put up your things. "Well, I took hold and helped her, and we put 286 OLDTOWN FIRESIDE STORIES. things together lively, and packed up her trunks, and tied up the bed and pillows and bedclothes, and took her rocking-chair and bureau and ta bles and chairs down to the sloop. And, when I came down, bringing her and all her things, Ben More seemed to see what I was after; but how or why the idea came into my head I never told / him. There s things that a man feels shy of tell- / in , and I didn t want to talk about it. " Well, when we was all aboard, the wind /sprung up fair and steady, and we went on at a right spanking pace ; and the fellows said the , Harpswell girls had got hold of our rope, and Was pulling us with all their might; and we came in all right the very day before Thanksgiving. And my wife was as glad to see mother as if she d expected her, and fixed up the front-cham ber for her, with a stove in t, and plenty of kindlings. And the children was all so glad to see grandma, and we had the best kind of a Thanksgiving ! " "Well," said I, "nobody could say there wasn t any use in that spirit s coming (if spirit it was) : it had a most practical purpose." A STUDENT S SEA STORY. 287 "Well," said the captain, "I ve been all round the world, in all sorts of countries, seen all sorts of queer, strange things, and seen so many things that I jiever could have believed if I hadn t seen em, that I never say I won t believe this or that. 1 If I see a thing right straight under my eyes, I don t say it couldn t a ben there cause college- I folks say there ain t no such things." "How do you know it wasn t all a dream?" said my chum. "How do I know? Cause I was broad awake, and I gen lly know when I m awake and when I m asleep. I think Mr. More found me pretty wide awake." It was now time to turn in, and we slept soundly while the "Brilliant" ploughed her way. By daybreak the dome of the State House was in sight. 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