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Updated: June 13, 2025


The wagon-maker hung by one careless leg to his horse before cantering off, and inquired with neighborly interest: "How far West you folks goin'?" "We're goin' to Illinois," replied Grandma Padgett. "Oh, pshaw, now!" said the wagon-maker. "Goin' to the Eeleenoy! that's a good ways. Ain't you 'fraid you'll never git back?" "We ain't expectin' to come back," said Grandma Padgett.

"Who's there?" said Grandma Padgett with stern emphasis, as she held her beacon stretched out into the cellar. The groaning ceased for an awful space of time. Aunt Corinne was behind her nephew, and she squatted on the step to peer with distended eyes, lest some hand should reach up and grab her by the foot.

But a fair got up by a ladies' sewing-society to raise money for the poor, was so entirely new and tantalizing to them that they begged their guardian to take them in. Grandma Padgett said she had no money to spare for foolishness, and her expenses during the trip footed up to a high figure. Neither could she undertake to have the trunks in from the wagon and get out their Sunday clothes.

The woman sat down and took Carrie upon her lap, twisting her curls and caressing her. "Where have you been, frightening us all to death!" she exclaimed. "The child is sick; she must have some drugs to quiet her." "She's just come out of a spasm," said Grandma Padgett distantly. "Seems as if a young man scared her." "Yes; that was Jarvey," said the woman. "'E found her here.

"I wanted to see what the things that the little pig that lived in the stone house filled his churn with, tasted like," admitted aunt Corinne lucidly; so she subsided. "Do you see the wagon, children?" inquired Grandma Padgett, who felt the necessity of following Zene's lead closely. She stopped Old Hickory and Old Henry at cross-roads.

Robert and aunt Corinne scampered up the log steps and Grandma Padgett led Fairy Carrie; after them. A plain tidy woman met them at the door and took them into a square room.

"Folks can get around easier now, though," said the squinting neighbor, "since they got to going on these railroads." "I shipped part of my goods on the railroad," remarked grandma Padgett with a laugh. "But I don't know; I ain't used to the things, and I don't know whether I'd resk my bones for a long distance or not. Son Tip went out on the cars."

"Oh, nein," said the tavern-keeper mildly. "I don't keep moofers mit my house. Dey goes a little furter." "You don't keep movers!" said Grandma Padgett indignantly. "What's your tavern for?" "Oh, yah," replied the host with undisturbed benevolence. "Dey goes a little furter." "Why have you put out a sign to mislead folks?" The tavern keeper took the pipe out of his mouth to look up at his sign.

The grasshoppers were lonesome. There was a great void in the air, and the most tuneful birds complained from the fence-rails. Grandma Padgett constantly polished her glasses on the backward road. Nothing was said about making a halt for supper or any kind of cold bite. The carriage was silently turned as one half the sun stood above the tree-tops, I and it passed the wagon without other sign.

The horses, tied to their feed-boxes, were stamping and grinding their feed in content, and the gray lifted up his voice to neigh at the whole collection as Grandma Padgett stopped just behind Zene. All the camp dogs leaped up the 'pike together, and Boswell and Johnson met them in a neutral way while showing the teeth of defence.

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