United States or Nigeria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
After a little while she was took with the fever, and liked to died, and my two girls, Margaret and Frances, both had it and died with it. Samanthy has never been the same since she got well. Her health has been good, but her mind is weak." I had noticed that Mrs.
I recognized him the moment I saw him. He was the old fellow who spoke to me from between the bars of his den on my visit the week before to the inferno the day I found Samanthy North and her baby and who told me then he was charged with "sellin'" and that he "reckoned" he was the oldest of all the prisoners about him.
"The hurtin' was so bad," said her mother, "that I had to put a hot rock on her stomach, last night." She motioned to a stone lying on the hearth. Jud glanced at it its size staggered him. "Good Lord! an' you say you had that thing on her stomach? Why didn't you send her up to the mill an' let us lay a hot steam engine on her?" "What you been eatin', Samanthy?" he asked suddenly.
"It's the best, though. We hev got to make it s'cure. I don't 'magine she'll care fer awhile, any way. And then we kin tote her back to the sanitation." "Well, we'll see. Now, you sneak off and I'll tuck her in. Poor lamb! To think that she's looney!" "Ain't it a shame! If our'n was alive we wouldn't care if she could think or not we would think fer her wouldn't we, Samanthy?"
Immediately, jerkily, Caleb started to straighten up. Argumentatively and then she checked him. "Oh, I know you don't believe it and I I don't think I do myself, Cal. A man has to know what opportunity is before he can go out and hunt up his own big chance. I just said it for the sake of argument, Cal. I I'm like Samanthy ole Samanthy, you know!
Silas Tarbox closed the front gate, "and I wouldn't have her do another day's work at this house if I didn't have to. But it's worse for them that don't have her than for them that does. Now there's the Baptist minister drivin' up to the barn. What under the canopy does he want? Tell him Jabe ain't to home, Samanthy. No, you needn't, for he's hitched, and seems to be comin' to the front door."
Better drag a dozen helpless Samanthy Norths from their homes, their suckling babes in their arms, and any number of gray-haired old men from their cabins, than waive one jot or tittle of so just a code; and lose the tax on whiskey.
"Nothin' but cookies sence Land o' liberty!" ejaculated Samantha Ann, starting for the kitchen. "Come back here, Samanthy! Don't you leave me alone with 'em, and don't let's have all the neighbors runnin' in; you take 'em into the kitchen and give 'em somethin' to eat, and we'll see about the rest afterwards."
What a power is the hand of woman! Even though it be hardened by the hardest kind of work it has in it the magic stroke of tenderness. "Now, there," Samanthy would murmur, "soon you will be in bed. Then we will fix you all up nice." Bed! Dorothy thought she was in bed it was so much better than the stones, and that black water. But she was getting her senses and with them came pain.
They keep a runnin' after me, 'n' it's dear Samanthy here, 'n' dear Samanthy there, jest as if I warn't a hombly old maid; 'n' they take holt o' my hands on both sides o' me, 'n' won't stir a step tell I go to see the chickens with 'em, 'n' the pig, 'n' one thing 'n' 'nother, 'n' clappin' their hands when I make 'em gingerbread men!
Word Of The Day