A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new westBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new west
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Frontier and pioneer life -- Ohio River Valley -- Juvenile fiction
“Not I; he hasn’t troubled me and I haven’t troubled him. Dod assured
me that he was able to attend to his business as executor, and I
therefore gracefully retired from the case. Of course the court will
give him a reasonable time to get out, and though he’s no coward in
most directions, he’s well aware of the attitude of the neighbors
toward him and he’ll not be swaggering around much. You and Mr. Kennedy
will be coming over to my clearing, Jimmy, and I’ll promise you as fine
a johnny-cake as you ever ate at home.”
“We’ll come,” Jimmy answered, “after the women folk have had their
time. Ay lad, but it’s buildin’ up the country is since the Injuns
have come to terms, and we’ve the treaty of Greenville. The Range is
fillin’ up, the Reserve north av us is like to see good times, and the
Ohio Company south is runnin’ ’em close. We are in the thick av the
immigration. I heerd, the time I went up to Marietta, that nigh twenty
thousand had come along in the past year, and it’s towns they’ll be
showin’ soon. Look at Marietta with her streets an’ her churches an’
a flock o’ people roamin’ about. We’ve got close to ceevilization, Mr.
Willett. No more standin’ wid a musket in wan hand whilst ye plant yer
corn wid the other.”
“That’s all very true, Jimmy; I am impressed by it every time I come
this way. I realize that our own little township is growing by the
number of new faces I meet on the road.”
“Thrue for ye. Weel, ‘it takes nae butter off my bannock’ to have them
comin,’ for they open up the country, and the more the merrier.” He
turned back to his forge, and Parker walked toward the house where
he found Mrs. Kennedy busily sewing. Agnes was helping Polly at the
dye-kettle; Margret, with the children around her, was playing school
under the trees. Mr. Kennedy was at work in the garden, for, though
this was considered the women’s province, since Jimmy’s arrival it had
fallen to Fergus’s share.
It was a pleasant, busy scene and showed thrift and content and
peace. In a sty back of the house grunted a sow and her young pigs;
Agnes’s chickens crooned their sleepy song with much content among the
dust-heaps which they sought out; a swarm of wild bees which Polly
had hived, now quite at home, were droning about the garden beds. Two
new rooms having been added, one above and one below, there was now
sufficient space to house the two families comfortably. Jimmy had set
up his forge and the place was frequented by those neighbors who had
not a like convenience upon their own clearings, and it was quite a
gathering-place for news-gatherers, though the clearings lay closer
together around the little log church.
Mrs. Kennedy looked up with a smiling welcome, but she did not stop her
swift stitches. “Good morning, stranger,” she said.
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