Feminism -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
And sure enough I couldn’t dispute her. Trouble and wrongs and
sufferin’s seemed to be epidemic in the race of Pester wimmen. Why, one
of her aunts on her father’s side, Huldah Pester, married for her first
husband, Eliphelet Perkins. He wuz a minister, rode on a circuit, and
he took Huldah on it too, and she rode round with him on it a good deal
of the time. But she never loved to, she wuz a woman that loved to be
still, and kinder settled down at home.
But she loved Eliphelet so well that she would do anything to please
him, so she rode round with him on that circuit till she wuz perfectly
fagged out.
He wuz a dretful good man to her, but he wuz kinder poor and they had
hard times to git along. But what property they had wuzn’t taxed, so
that helped some, and Huldah would make one dollar go a good ways.
No, their property wuzn’t taxed till Eliphelet died. Then the
supervisor taxed it the very minute the breath left his body; run his
horse, so it wuz said, so’s to be sure to git it onto the tax list, and
comply with the law.
You see Eliphelet’s salary stopped when his breath did. And I spoze the
law thought, seein’ she wuz havin’ trouble, she might jest as well have
a little more; so it taxed all the property it never had taxed a cent
for before.
But she had this to console her that the law didn’t forgit her in her
widowhood. No; the law is quite thoughtful of wimmen by spells. It sez
it protects wimmen. And I spoze that in some mysterious way, too deep
for wimmen to understand, it wuz protectin’ her now.
Well, she suffered along and finally married agin. I wondered why she
did. But she wuz such a quiet, home-lovin’ woman that it wuz spozed she
wanted to settle down and be kinder still and sot. But of all the bad
luck she had. She married on short acquaintance, and he proved to be a
perfect wanderer. He couldn’t keep still, it wuz spozed to be a mark.
He moved Huldah thirteen times in two years, and at last he took her
into a cart, a sort of covered wagon, and traveled right through the
western states with her. He wanted to see the country and loved to live
in the wagon, it wuz his make. And, of course, the law give him control
of her body, and she had to go where he moved it, or else part with
him. And I spoze the law thought it wuz guardin’ and nourishin’ her
when it wuz joltin’ her over them prairies and mountains and abysses.
But it jest kep’ her shook up the hull of the time.
It wuz the regular Pester luck.
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