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
It was in October that Parker and Agnes took possession of their little
home, and there was a great housewarming, which those for miles around
attended. They were all there, the friends who had stood shoulder to
shoulder with the young couple when they first started to win their way
in the wilderness--Dod Hunter and his strapping sons, the M’Cleans,
all but Archie, Jeanie and David Campbell, Dr. Flint, Jimmy O’Neill,
and last, but not least, Polly, who was the life of the occasion, and,
it is reported, nearly persuaded the minister to dance an Irish jig,
so “delutherin’” was she, but it was Carter who told this, and its
accuracy may be judged accordingly. Carter, be it said, vied with Polly
in his lively efforts to make every one have a good time.
And when the fun and feasting had become a thing of the past, one
evening Parker and Agnes climbed the hill that overlooked O’Neill’s
clearing. Hand in hand they stood looking at the sunset, Agnes very
serious, feeling a little the weight of her new responsibilities.
“What are you thinking of?” she asked her husband.
“I have been thinking of the years to come. We are pioneers, Agnes, but
we have a great future before us. We are soon to be a state; even now
the wilderness begins to blossom like the rose. Those dangers of the
early days will never be ours. We shall grow and enlarge our borders
and open the way for others, who will strike farther and farther west.
We have crossed our mountains, dear, and the way is plain before us.”
Such was the man’s thought. “And of what was my wife thinking?”
“Of our home; of whether I shall ever disappoint you, and whether I
shall learn to be like my mother, so strong, so helpful, so patient; if
I could but be to you what she is to my father.”
“You are now, my brave little lass,” said Parker, drawing her close.
“You are all that, strong, and helpful, and patient, and when we are an
old, old couple, I shall say to you, as your father so often says to
your mother, ‘Ye are my ain hand’s morrow.’”
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Transcriber’s note
Minor punctuation errors have been changed without notice.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized where appropriate.
Other spelling has also been retained as originally published except
for the changes below.
Page 7: “_Frontispiece_ Page 10” “_Frontispiece_ Page 2”
Page 156: “ought to he married” “ought to be married”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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