Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
If celestial visitants, these were certainly well disguised. Espey
glanced at the bloated face of the inebriate husband of Jerusha,
tremulous, full of sudden fits and starts; at Jerusha herself,
slatternly, slothful, and down at the heel, a snuff brush in her
mouth, and her forlorn discontent with life in general on her weak,
flabby face; at the old, feeble-minded man dozing and muttering in the
corner,--he had once in his life worked in the Lost Time mine, and
he sometimes gave Espey a sudden start by bringing out the name with
a deep, full, blood-curdling curse. Henrietta Timson's thankfulness
had merged into a suspicion that too much gratitude was expected
of her, and she was prone to magnify the lighter tasks which she
selected, and went about with an overworked drudging air, and with
some distinct proclivity for the rôle of martyr. It was a furtive,
jealous eye which she cast upon Mrs. Larrabee, at home, competent, and
emphatically in command. The children, nevertheless, were disposed to
take undue advantage of their protectress; and the smaller they were,
the more capable, by reason of her leniency, of imposing upon her. This
disposition characterized even an infant turkey, which had contracted
some disease by exposure to the inclemency of the weather, and, being
put into a basket of cotton to recuperate, found its way out, from time
to time, with a cotton girdle adhering about its middle, and, with a
fifelike voice, made the grand tour of the hearth, in imminent danger
of catching fire in its cotton gear, causing her acute anguish lest it
should be baked alive and before its time.
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