Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition.

Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition.

Well, owin’ to the hired girl’s courage, by the time the doctor got there the tank wuz emptied, and the torrent had subsided into a drizzle.  Luman Heath didn’t prosecute Jabez, bein’ such a good man, and how I honor him for it, how I honor him for not actin’ and swearin’.  The doctor may say what he wants to, he wuz noble to bear it as he did.  I have seen kickin’ and actin’ in times of trial, and how I honor a man who can refrain, and he got well as quick, I believe, as though he had acted.

But as I wuz sayin’ the greatest relief that come to the community from our trials wuz as follers.  Take it with his doin’s at our house and Luman Heath’s, Jabez Wind had evidently had enough of inventions.  He hired out for a year the very next day after the eppisode, to work for twenty dollars a month on a farm, house rent, wood, and cow furnished.  Kellup Wind is goin’ to live with a daughter, and Karen is blissful at thought of keepin’ house for Jabez.  Good creeter!  I hope she will have a little rest now.  I said I meant to go and see her jest as soon as she wuz settled.

Well, for two days my feelin’s of joy and thankfulness wuz onclouded.  But alas, poor mortals! that plant the flowers of their happiness on earthly sile, they must see ’em wither before their face and eyes anon or oftener like Jonah’s gourd.

The third day, whilst I wuz settin’ happy and calm in my frame in my warm peaceful settin’ room often liftin’ my eyes contentedly to the satin smooth ceilin’.

What wuz my emotions of grief and horrow to see Josiah rise up, haul out his tin trunk where he’d carefuly stored away the plans of the St. Josiah Exposition, and go to studyin’ ’em agin with renewed vigor, sayin’: 

“I hope to gracious I can have my mind clear now to go on and plan my Exposition; this dum work has set me back turribly.”

I let my work fall into my lap and gin vent to some sithes, so deep they wuz almost groans, whilst the bitter waters of disappintment trickled over my hopes and drownded ’em out.  Had I got to go through another siege of argument and persuasion and extra vittles?  Could my too hard worked oratory hold out, and also my provisions?

I see the children next day and told ’em how it wuz, that their Pa seemed more sot on his plan than ever, and talked more excited and earnest about it than I had ever seen him.  For it did seem as if his deep ambitions dammed up for a time by furnaces and Jabezeses, had broke loose into a wider, deeper current than ever.  He talked incessantly about it day and night, laid on his plans, and reached out onto new ones.

The children sez to me agin:  “Mother, it must be stopped at all hazards!”

And agin I wep’, and sez to ’em:  “How can it be stopped?”

Tirzah Ann looked completely squelched and could do nothin’ only weakly ask:  “If I spozed I could git him to play on a accordeon, she kinder thought that some time she’d hearn of some man, somewhere havin’ his mind soothed by one.”

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