The New England Magazine Volume 1, No. 3, March, 1886: Bay State Monthly Volume 4, No. 3, March, 1886Various
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The New England Magazine Volume 1, No. 3, March, 1886: Bay State Monthly Volume 4, No. 3, March, 1886
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New England -- Periodicals
The fireplaces in the front rooms were of the same pattern, but smaller
than that in the kitchen. Fires were seldom built there except at
weddings, funerals, or on state occasions. The furniture, for the most
part home-made, rude and unpainted, was scanty--a few stools, benches,
and split-bottomed chairs; a table or two, plain chests, rude, low
bedsteads, with home-made ticks filled with straw or pine needles. The
best room may have had a carved oak chest, brought from England, a tent
or field bedstead, with green baize, or white dimity curtains, and
generous feather bed. The stout tick for this, the snow-white sheets,
the warm flannel blankets, and heavy woollen rugs, woven in checks of
black, or red, and white, or the lighter harperlet, were all the
products of domestic wheel and loom. There were no carpets. The floors
were sprinkled with fine, white sand, which, on particular occasions,
was brushed into fanciful patterns with a birch broom, or bundle of
twigs. The style of painting floors called "marbling," hardly yet
extinct, was a survival of this custom.
The finishing of the "Indian House" was more elaborate than that of the
Smead house; but there was no lath and plaster, the ceiling being the
same. The partitions and walls were of wainscot-work, with mouldings
about the doors and windows. These mouldings were all cut by hand from
solid wood. In some cases the oak summer-tree was smoothed and left
bare, with a capital cut on the supporting posts; generally, hereabouts,
it was covered with plain boards,--it may be, in the best room, with
panels. No finer lumber is found than that with which these old houses
were finished.
Their massive frames, each stout tenon fitted to its shapely mortise by
the try rule, whose foundations were laid by our sires so long ago that
the unsubdued savage still roamed in the forest where its timbers were
hewn, stand as firmly as when the master-builder dismissed the tired
neighbors, who had heaved up the huge beams, and pinned the last rafter
to its mate (for there were no ridgepoles) at the raising.
AN EVENING AT HOME.
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