This surprised me; and being conscious, even at my age, of the
vindictive temper shown by my mother upon every occasion, and anxious to
know where my father was, I could not remain in bed. I put on my
trousers, and crept softly downstairs without my shoes. The door of the
front room was ajar, and I looked in. The light was dimly peering
through the window which pointed to the alley; the table was covered
with the empty pipes, tobacco, and large pools of beer and liquor which
had been spilled on it; the sofa was empty, and my father, who evidently
had become deeply intoxicated the night before, was lying on the sanded
floor with his face downward; my mother, in her short dressing-gown and
flannel petticoat, was standing over him, her teeth set, her fists
clinched, and arms raised, with a dire expression of revenge in her
countenance. I thought at the time that I never saw her look so ugly--I
may say so horrid; even now her expression at that moment is not effaced
from my memory. After a few minutes she knelt down and put her ear close
to his head, as if to ascertain whether he was in a sound sleep. She
then took a knife from off the table, felt the edge, looked at my
prostrate father, and raised it. I would have screamed, but my tongue
was glued to my lips with horror. She appeared to reflect, and, after a
time, laid the knife down on the table, put the palm of her hand up to
her forehead, and then a smile gleamed over her moody features. "Yes, if
he murders me; but they will be better," muttered she at last. She went
to the cupboard, took out a large pair of scissors, and, kneeling down
by my father, commenced severing his long pigtail from his head. My
father was too sound asleep to be roused: in a minute the tail was off,
and my mother rose up, holding it, with an expression of the utmost
contempt, between her finger and thumb. She then very softly laid it
down by his side, and replaced the scissors in the cupboard. As I
expected that she would go upstairs again, I concealed myself in the
back kitchen. I was correct in my supposition. A moment afterward I
heard her ascending the stairs and go into her own room.
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