A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-lifeBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-life
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Texas -- Juvenile fiction; Western stories
Accustomed to cleanliness and a well-ordered household, both Christine
and Alison had long held out against the suggestion that they should
go to the Haleys’, for a slip-shod, down-at-heel condition, such as
often obtained in Texas, characterized the place which Bud called his.
Two or three negroes served to perform all the labor Bud required. For
about one month in the year he devoted himself to his stock, driving
his cattle into the pen, marking the calves after they were roped in,
and so on. But this performance was generally made the occasion of a
frolic, the neighbors flocking to the different ranchos and assisting
one another when spring brought around this duty. Bud raised a little
corn, a little cotton, no more than it pleased him to look after, and
enough hogs to supply the family with all the pork they wanted. The
house required little attention from Hannah Maria, one negro woman
doing the work in her own fashion. The daily fare of corn-bread, bacon
and muddy coffee was supplemented infrequently by sweet potatoes,
a little milk and poor butter, a bill of fare not requiring great
skill in its preparation, and a very different sort of diet from that
considered necessary by the Rosses. Alison especially rebelled against
it, and declared to Christine that she would rather eat Lolita’s
frijoles and tortillas.
“I get so desperately tired of it all,” she said. “Pone and fry and
coffee, coffee and fry and pone. Nowhere to sleep but in the room where
we can see the sky through the rafters. Nothing to do but to listen to
Hannah Maria’s incessant chatter. It may amuse you, Tina, to talk to
her and to Cynthia Thompson and Laura Van Dorn, when they come in, but
as for me I get tired of them. I enjoy Lolita much more. She is really
entertaining and far more lovable. Besides we teach each other many
things.” So off Alison would go to spend the morning with Lolita, while
Christine would turn her attention to whatever she could find to occupy
her. The place was not very attractive, she was forced to agree with
Alison, and though she expostulated with her sister upon her frequent
abscondings, she did not blame the girl.
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