gussed

Updated: May 13, 2025

I entered the old store, the one in which I spent my babyhood where Father ran store before he bought the farm An old lady stooped, and seamed came in to ascertain that which I wanted, had I have been any other place I could not have gussed who she was, I told her I wanted a quarters worth of Cigars, I sat down upon the old chest which I still remembered, and began to smoke, memory was busy Could this be my mother, I saw her last twenty years before, her locks were black as a raven's wing, her eyes like stars in mid-winter, her form straight agile and graceful A horrorable thought seized me I threw away the cigar and walked over to mother and told her I was her baby I took her in my arms It was a severe shock to mother, she had long mourned me dead, together we wept, she for joy, but I for the greatest mistake of my lifetime those twenty long years of prodigality.

George Edward Lewis - Black Beaver: The Trapper