It looked luminous, as if a light from some other land wuz a shinin’
on it onbeknown to us, and a lightin’ it up. You know how the sun
sometimes, when it gets where we can’t see it, will shine out onto some
pink and white cloud, and look as if the color wuz almost alive—so her
hair looked round the rose pink and white of her pretty face.
Her little soft mouth seemed always jest on the pint of speakin’ some
wonderful words of heavenly wisdom, the look on it wuz such, made in
jest that way.
Not that she ever give utterance to any remark of national importance
or anything of that kind.
But the expression wuz such you seemed to sort o’ look for it; and I
always knew she had it in her to talk like a minister if she only sot
out to.
And she did, in my opinion, make some very wise remarks, very. Josiah
spoke to me about ’em several times, and said she went ahead of any
minister or politician he ever see in the deepness of her mind.
And I told him he must be very careful and not show that he wuz partial
to her on account of relationship. And I sez:
“Look at me; I never do. I always look at her with perfectly impartial
and onprejudiced eyes, and therefore, therefore, Josiah, I can feel
free to say that there never wuz such a child on earth before, and
probable never will be agin;” and sez I, “if I wuz partial to her at
all I shouldn’t dast to say that.”
“Wall,” sez he, “I dast to say what I am a minter; and I know that for
deep argument and hard horse sense she will go ahead of any man on
earth, no matter where he is or who he is, President, or Bishop, or
anything.”
Josiah Allen has excellent judgment in such things; I feel that he has,
and I knew he wuz simply statin’ the facts of the case.
Ever sence she wuz a very young infant, little Snow has made a practice
of settin’ for hours and hours at a time a talkin’ to somebody that
wuzn’t there; or, to state the truth plainer and truthfuller, somebody
that we couldn’t see.
And she would smile up at ’em and seem to enjoy their company first
rate before she could talk even, and when she begun to talk she would
talk to ’em.
And I used to wonder if there wuz angels encamped round about her and
neighborin’ with her; and I thought to myself I shouldn’t wonder a mite
if there wuz.
Why, when she wuzn’t more than several months old she would jest lay
in her little crib, with her short golden hair makin’ a sort of a
halo round her white forwerd, and them wonderful heavenly eyes of
hern lookin’ up, up—fur off—fur off—and a smilin’ at somebody or
other, and a reachin’ out her little hands to somebody, a wavin’ ’em a
greetin’ or a good-bye.
Curius! Who it wuz I’d gin a dollar bill any time, and more too, to
have ketched a glimpse of the Form she see, and hearn the whispers or
the music that fell on her ears, too fine and pure for our more earthly
senses.
And most probable I never wuz any madder in my hull life than I wuz
when old Dr. Cork, who wuz doctorin’ her Ma at that time, told me “It
wuz wind.”
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