On the frontier : $b or, Scenes in the WestPearson, C. H. (Charles Henry)
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On the frontier : $b or, Scenes in the West
Pearson, C. H. (Charles Henry)
Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Juvenile fiction; Sunday school literature
Bolt upright, in an exceedingly uncomfortable position, on a stiff,
hard chair, scarcely daring to wink, I sat on that eventful night.
Several relatives of the bride spoke kindly to me, without, in the
least, relaxing my mental and muscular rigidity, till one of them,
since known as the most lovable of aunts, brought me a piece of
handsomely frosted cake, and a glass of wine, both of which I supposed
were mysterious parts of the mysterious marriage rite. Though how
eating and drinking helped to give me a new mother I did not comprehend.
"Take it all, dear!" said she, sinking down before me on the carpet, as
I diffidently broke off a crumb of the cake. "It's yours, and you have
just as good a right to it as any body, if you 'are' a little boy."
I obeyed, thinking it a part of the ceremony, gazing the while into her
black eyes, that were soft, and limpid, and loving.
Our new mother went home with us that night, for the marriage was at
"Aunt Abby's." What a prim set we were indeed! What a constraint was on
us, knowing a mother-in-law was installed in the home, to reign over
us, her unwilling subjects. Very undemocratic it seemed, certainly, for
we hadn't cast a vote nor been consulted even! However, the general
awkwardness was relieved by her leaving home on a bridal visit. She was
to be gone a fortnight. How glad we were!
How we dreaded her return, gossiping about it, hoping it might be
protracted. But she came promptly back to her post, and, spite of my
suspicions, I couldn't help a warm glow as she kissed us each, and,
unpacking her trunk, gave the presents she had brought us. Her cordial,
motherly greeting was a shock to our prejudices, from which they did
not at once recover. But objections to the step-mother of a more
personal nature were soon discussed.
"To think that your father should marry a 'country' woman, farm-born
and bred," said one. "She can not have seen any thing of society, and
must be coarse and low. And your first mother was a perfect lady!"
"New brooms sweep clean," suggested another, "but look out for black
eyes; they are always deceitful!"
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