Then came the white fish, nicely packed in a clean cloth. “Mrs. C----
thought fish might be a treat to Mrs. N----, as she lived so far from
the great lakes.” Then came Jenny's bread, which had already been
introduced. The beef, and tea, and sugar, fell upon the floor without
any comment. The first scruples had been overcome, and the day was ours.
“And now, ladies,” said Mrs. N----, with true hospitality, “since you
have brought refreshments with you, permit me to cook something for your
dinner.”
The scene I had just witnessed had produced such a choking sensation
that all my hunger had vanished. Before we could accept or refuse Mrs.
N----'s kind offer, Mr. T---- arrived, to hurry us off.
It was two o'clock when we descended the hill in front of the house,
that led by a side-path round to the road, and commenced our homeward
route. I thought the four miles of clearings would never be passed; and
the English Line appeared to have no end. At length we entered once more
the dark forest.
The setting sun gleamed along the ground; the necessity of exerting
our utmost speed, and getting through the great swamp before darkness
surrounded us, was apparent to all. The men strode vigorously forward,
for they had been refreshed with a substantial dinner of potatoes and
pork, washed down with a glass of whiskey, at the cottage in which they
had waited for us; but poor Emilia and I, faint, hungry, and foot-sore,
it was with the greatest difficulty we could keep up. I thought of
Rosalind, as our march up and down the fallen logs recommenced, and
often exclaimed with her, “Oh, Jupiter! how weary are my legs!”
Night closed in just as we reached the beaver-meadow. Here our ears were
greeted with the sound of well-known voices. James and Henry C---- had
brought the ox-sleigh to meet us at the edge of the bush. Never was
splendid equipage greeted with such delight. Emilia and I, now fairly
exhausted with fatigue, scrambled into it, and lying down on the straw
which covered the bottom of the rude vehicle, we drew the buffalo robes
over our faces, and actually slept soundly until we reached Colonel
C----'s hospitable door.
An excellent supper of hot fish and fried venison was smoking on the
table, with other good cheer, to which we did ample justice. I, for one,
was never so hungry in my life. We had fasted for twelve hours, and that
on an intensely cold day, and had walked during that period upwards of
twenty miles. Never, never shall I forget that weary walk to Dummer; but
a blessing followed it.
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