The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
Arriving at the house of hewn logs in the edge of the woods, she
dismounted and went in, and I went on to the stables. Returning after I
had finished my work, I found my grandfather on one side of the
fire-place, and my grandmother on the other, looking into the fire, or,
if it was summer, into the cavernous recess where the backlog would have
been blazing in winter. If it was evening, which was usually the case, I
was soon sent out to make the fire for the evening meal, but after this
was eaten, we resumed our places at the hearth. Sometimes I told them
what I knew was going on in the neighborhood, and caused them to ask
questions, and replied to them, and tried to lure them into a
conversation, but I never succeeded. If my grandmother told me that one
of her patients had died, the information was really intended for her
husband; and if he did not fully understand it, he directed his
questions to me, and she replied in the same way. In this way they also
discussed household affairs of which it was necessary for each to know,
storing them up until I came, but never speaking directly to each other.
After I had sat between them for an hour or more, it would suddenly
occur to my grandmother that I had been up too long already, and after
divesting me of clothing, I was thrown into the centre of a great
feather-bed, three of which stood in a row at the back end of the room.
I was put into the middle one, as if to keep my grand-parents as far
apart as possible again, for I was certain that my grandmother slept in
one, and my grandfather in the other. The one which I occupied was also
the company bed, for my grandmother evidently desired me to know that my
mother, excellent woman though she was, could not hope to learn
perfectly the art of making up a feather-bed for many years yet. If I
raised my head quietly, and looked out, I found the strange couple
sitting by the fire as I had left them, and, in wondering whether they
would remain there all night, I fell asleep.
When I awoke in the morning they were up before me, waiting for
daylight, as people were early risers in those days; and I never knew
certainly that they went to bed at all, but always wondered whether they
did not sit beside the fire throughout the long night.
After a while my grandmother came to the bed, pulled me out and into my
clothes, and sent me to the spring to wash my face for breakfast, which
was soon thereafter ready. When this was over I was started for home,
usually carrying a present of butter or eggs for my mother, and a box on
the ears for myself.
CHAPTER IV.
THE RELIGION OF FAIRVIEW
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