During those terrible riots in New York, in which so many of her race
fell victims to the mob, she fled to her white friends for protection.
Some time after this, when she was speaking of her faith and her trust
in the Lord, an Irish Roman Catholic taunted her with having failed
to trust in the Lord at that time. Her reply was very characteristic.
"Did you ever read in the Old Testament of a man named Lot?" she asked.
"Well, Lot showed his faith by running away, and so did Aunt Susan!" In
relating to me this story, she laughed very heartily, and concluded by
saying: "Yer see as I understan's it, Lot showed his faith by leavin'
his home and flyin' accordin' to the command of der Lord, and Aunt
Susan did jes de same, fur I showed my faith by usin' de means de Lord
hed appinted, and not temptin' de Lord by stayin' behind. Jes so."
Old Susan's "family" consisted of her aged mother, at that time in her
hundred and first year, her dog Prince, her cat Tom, her hen Toby; a
more aged and decrepit family were surely never before gathered under
one roof. If I had been told that old Dinah's age was a hundred and
twenty, from appearances I should have been inclined to believe it.
Smoking was the sole recreation which years had left her. Susan would
fill her pipe at intervals during the day, and after using it, Dinah
would sit gazing vacantly around her until it was refilled and placed
in her hand. The dog, proportionately to canine years, had reached an
equally advanced age with his mistress, and his scabby back gave him
the appearance of having been eaten by moth. The cat and the hen had
reached a greater age than the time usually allotted to their species;
each would sit for hours perfectly motionless on the door-step, as if
musing on the singing and exhorting they were constantly hearing within
the house from their old mistress. Susan was very fond of animals, and
seemed to have a curious power in taming and controlling them. I once
told her, that had she lived earlier, she might have been taken up for
a witch, with Tom and Toby as her familiar spirits.
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