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Mathieson turned from her porridge-pot which she was stirring, to give a very heartfelt kiss to Nettie's lips; then she stirred on, and the shadow came over her face again. "Dear," she said, "just go in Barry's room and straighten it up a little before he comes in will you? I haven't had a minute to do it, all day; and there wont be a bit of peace if he comes in and it isn't in order."
A tall, burly, strong man, with a face that would have been a good face enough if its expression had been different, and if its hue had not been that of a purplish-red flush. He came to the table and silently sat down as he took a survey of what was on it. "Give me a cup of tea! Have you got no bread, Sophia?" "Nothing but what you see. I hoped you would bring home some money, Mr. Mathieson.
"I believe you eat the Bible and sleep on the Bible," said the woman, with a faint smile, taking at the same time a corner of her apron to wipe away a stray tear which had gathered in her eye. "I am glad it rests you, Nettie." "And you, mother." "Sometimes," Mrs. Mathieson answered, with a sigh. "But there's your father going to bring home a boarder, Nettie." "A boarder, mother! What for?"
Auguste afraid he would burst the doors if she did not open them. She opened the inner door without further preparation, and Mr. Mathieson walked in. By the fading light he saw Nettie lying on the floor at his feet. He was thoroughly himself now; sobered in more ways than one. He stood still when he had got there, and spoke not a word. "Father," said Nettie, softly. He stooped down over her.
However, we divided it amongst the mate and crew, for they had every one shown great kindness to us on the voyage. After arriving on Aneityum, Mrs. Mathieson gradually sank under consumption, and fell asleep in Jesus on 11th March, 1862, and was interred there in the full assurance of a glorious resurrection. Mr. Mathieson, becoming more and more depressed after her death, went over to Mr.
Mathieson had asked an account of Nettie's illness, and got a very unsatisfactory one. She had been faint, her husband said; he had found her at Mrs. August's and brought her home; that was about all. After supper he came and sat by Nettie again; and said she was to sleep there, and he would go up and take Nettie's place in the attic.
Mathieson, "very hot, and buttered; and then when the batter is light you pour it in, and clap it together, and put it in the stove." "But how can you pour it in, mother? I don't see how you can fill the iron." "Why, you can't, child; you fill one half, and shut it together: and when it bakes it rises up and fills the other half. You'll see."
And ask him to give you a nice piece of pork out of his barrel." "She can't bring all that!" exclaimed the mother; "you'd better go yourself, Mr. Mathieson. That would be a great deal more than the child can carry, or I either." "Then I'll go twice, mother; it isn't far; I'd like to go. I'll get it. Please give me the money, father." He cursed and swore at her, for answer.
THE other Mission Station, on the southwest side of Tanna, had to be visited by me from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Mathieson, there, were both in a weak state of health, having a tendency to consumption. On this account they visited Aneityum several times. They were earnestly devoted to their work, and were successful as far as health and the time allowed to them permitted.
The danger and excitement kept us up in the race for life; and by the blessing of God we were now approaching the Mission House, praising God for His wonderful deliverances. Hearing of our coming, Mr. Mathieson came running to meet me. They had heard of our leaving my own Station, and they thought I was dead!
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