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At a meeting held at Eyre's Inn, on the 14th of February, 1818, at which Ebenezer Washburn, Esq., presided, I learn that there was in the township of Hallowell at that time but two brick-houses, one carding, and fulling mill, one Methodist Chapel now known as the old Chapel at Conger's Mill one Quaker Meeting House. Mary Magdalene. The Rev.
"Guess, then," said his father, shortly. "You know Herbert Carr took my place last evening?" "Well?" "There's no doubt that he took the stamps and money." "That isn't very likely." "I feel sure of it so sure that I mean to charge him with it." "Well, you can see what he says." Ebenezer did not understand that Eben intended to have the boy arrested, and would not have consented to it had he known.
"Couldn't they beat you to the crossroads if you raced with them to-day?" "Well yes!" Twinkleheels admitted. And he gave Ebenezer a sharp look. "Who's been talking with you?" he demanded. "Nobody!" said Ebenezer. "I've been dozing here all the morning." "Not even a sparrow?" Twinkleheels asked. "No! Nobody has said a word to me." "That's strange," Twinkleheels mused.
In what sense was it made 'before the Lord'? The ark was not at Hebron, though the priests were; and the phrase is at once a testimony to the religious character of the 'league' and to the consciousness of God's presence, apart from the symbol of His presence. It points to a higher conception than that which brought the ark to Ebenezer, and dreamed that the ark had brought God to the army.
"A horse's record," Ebenezer explained, "is the fastest time he ever makes in a race." Then he added, to Twinkleheels: "You and I will have another race the next time we're in the pasture together." Twinkleheels gave him an odd look. Somehow Ebenezer did not seem just a poky old farm horse, as Twinkleheels had always regarded him.
"Has Ebenezer gotten a son?" "No, ma'am," said I. "I am a son of Alexander's. It's I that am the Laird of Shaws." "Ye'll find your work cut out for ye to establish that," quoth she. "I perceive you know my uncle," said I; "and I daresay you may be the better pleased to hear that business is arranged." "And what brings ye here after Miss Drummond?" she pursued.
It is indeed to be hoped that no other woman ever set foot in that terrible place to suffer with the prisoners, and yet there are a few women's names in the list of these wretched creatures given in the appendix to this book. We must again quote from Ebenezer Fox, whose description of the provisions dealt out to the prisoners on board the prison ships shall now be given.
It was a fit home, however, for such a man as Ebenezer Webster. He was a borderer in the fullest sense in a commonwealth of borderers. He was, too, a splendid specimen of the New England race; a true descendant of ancestors who had been for generations yeomen and pioneers.
I always hate to hear the clatter of the mowing machine," he groaned. "It means that the hayrake will come out of the shed next." Henrietta Hen caught her breath. "The mowing machine!" she gasped. "Is Farmer Green going to use the mowing machine now?" "Certainly!" said Ebenezer. "I hear he's going to harness the bays to it to-morrow morning." "My! my!" Henrietta wailed.
The most aggravating thing about unoriginal fellows is that you cannot well get in a rage with them, for if you find fault with them, you find fault with yourselves. "What a young ass you are not to play in the match!" you say to Ebenezer, hardly able to contain yourself. "Why aren't you playing in it?" he replies. "Oh! I've some particular reading I want to do," you say. "So have I," replies he.
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