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The children called this piece of water "Mamma's pantry"; and many a good meal has the munificent Father given to his poor dependent children from its well-stored depths. Moodie and I used to rise at daybreak, and fish for an hour after sunrise, when we returned, he to the field, and I to dress the little ones, clean up the house, assist with the milk, and prepare the breakfast.
As the time that Moodie might retain this situation was very doubtful, he thought it advisable not to remove me and the family until he could secure some permanent situation; by so doing, he would have a better opportunity of saving the greater part of his income to pay off his old debts. This winter of 1839 was one of severe trial to me.
Fortunately, Moodie had brought in a brace of fine fat partridges that morning; these the servant transferred to a pot of boiling water, in which she immersed them for the space of a minute a novel but very expeditious way of removing the feathers, which then come off at the least touch.
I have no idea that he really lacked sustenance; but it was quite touching, nevertheless, to hear him nibbling away at our crusts. "Mr. Moodie," said I, "do you remember selling me one of those very pretty little silk purses, of which you seem to have a monopoly in the market? I keep it to this day, I can assure you." "Ah, thank you," said our guest. "Yes, Mr.
If you will give me house-room for the night I shall be obliged to you." This was said in a low, mysterious voice: and Moodie, who was still struggling with the hot fit of his disorder, and whose senses were not a little confused, stared at him with a look of vague bewilderment. The countenance of the stranger grew dark. "You cannot have forgotten me my name is Malcolm."
"So you seem to think; but you see the result." "I have never been used to the society of ladies, and I cannot fashion my words to please them; and I won't, that's more!" he muttered to himself as he strode off to Moodie in the field. I wished from my very heart that he was once more on the deck of his piratical South American craft.
"The animals do assist each other, then?" "Yes; there was a remarkable instance of it in the affair of Lieutenant Moodie. I mentioned that it was a large male elephant which killed the soldier just after Mr. Moodie's escape. Shortly afterward a shot from one of the hunters broke the fore-leg of this animal, and prevented him from running, and there it stood to be fired at.
A few nights after, Moodie and I encountered the mate of Mrs. Bruin, while returning from a visit to Emilia, in the very depth of the wood. "We had been invited to meet our friend's father and mother, who had come up on a short visit to the woods; and the evening passed away so pleasantly that it was near midnight before the little party of friends separated. The moon was down.
Malcolm now informed him that he was hiding from the sheriff of the N district's officers, and that it would be conferring upon him a great favour if he would allow him to remain at his house for a few weeks. "To tell you the truth, Malcolm," said Moodie, "we are so badly off that we can scarcely find food for ourselves and the children.
When in the house, the little boy was seldom out of his arms, and whatever were Malcolm's faults, he had none in the eyes of the child, who used to cling around his neck, and kiss his rough, unshaven cheeks with the greatest fondness. "If I could afford it, Moodie," he said one day to my husband, "I should like to marry. I want some one upon whom I could vent my affections."
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