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The lash of his bull-whip sang around him, and his great voice sent its blasts of noise ahead. When we heard a fearful yell and rumble in the distance, we knew Abe was coming. 'Abe he come, said Grandma Bisnette. 'Mon Dieu! he make de leetle rock fly. It was like the coming of a locomotive with roar of wheel and whistle.
Elizabeth Brower was up early in the morning and called Uncle Eb, who went away for the doctor as soon as light came. We ate our breakfast in silence. Father and mother and Grandma Bisnette spoke only in low tones and somehow the anxiety in their faces went to my heart. Uncle Eb returned about eight o'clock and said the doctor was coming. Old Doctor Bigsby was a very great man in that country.
I saw the blood on my face as I passed the mirror, and Elizabeth Brower came running and gave me one glance and rushed out of doors with the dipper. It was full of snow when she ran in and tore the wrappings off my neck and began to rub my ears and cheeks with the cold snow, calling loudly for Grandma Bisnette. She came in a moment and helped at the stripping of our feet and legs.
But that and the one before it were among the few days in that early period that lie, like a rock, under my character. Grandma Bisnette came from Canada to work for the Browers. She was a big, cheerful woman, with a dialect, an amiable disposition and a swarthy, wrinkled face. She had a loose front tooth that occupied all the leisure of her tongue.
When she sat at her knitting this big tooth clicked incessantly. On every stitch her tongue went in and out across it' and I, standing often by her knees, regarded the process with great curiosity. The reader may gather much from these frank and informing words of Grandma Bisnette. 'When I los' my man, Mon Dieu! I have two son. An' when I come across I bring him with me.
O, the great happiness of that day before Christmas when we came flying home in the sleigh behind a new team of greys and felt the intoxication of the frosty air, and drove in at dusk after the lamps were lit and we could see mother and Uncle Eb and Grandma Bisnette looking out of the window, and a steaming dinner on the table!
Uncle Eb and Gran'ma Bisnette an' you an' everybody I love is goin' t' come an' live with me in a big, big house. An' I'm goin' t' put you t' bed nights an' hear ye say yer prayers an everything. 'Who'll do the spankin? Uncle Eb asked. 'My husban', she answered, with a sigh at the thought of all the trouble that lay before her. 'An' I'll make him rub your back, too, Uncle Eb, she added.
'At David Brower's, I repeated. 'Well, I'll have t' hurry, said he, trying feebly to rise. 'Man's dyin' over he hesitated thoughtfully, 'on the Plains, he added, looking around at us. Grandma Bisnette brought a lamp and held it so the light fell on his face. He looked from one to another. He drew one of his hands away and stared at it. 'Somebody froze? he asked. 'Yes, said I. 'Hm! Too bad.
'Yes, in Hillsborough, said Hope, 'and there were doctors and lawyers and college students and I don't know who all in the match. 'Most reemarkable! said David Brower. 'Treemenjious! exclaimed Uncle Eb. 'I heard about it over at the mills t'day, said Tip Taylor. 'Merd Dieu! exclaimed Grandma Bisnette, crossing herself. Elizabeth Brower was unable to stem this tide of enthusiasm.
Alone among them was the big and eccentric granddaughter of Mrs Bisnette, who was always slapping some youngster for impertinence. Jed Feary and Squire Town sat together behind a pile of books, both looking very serious. The long hair and beard of the old poet were now white and his form bent with age.
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