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1、Part 1 Chapter 13Part 1 Chapter 13 A quiet scene now rises before us. A large, roomy, neatly-painted kitchen, its yellow floor glossy and smooth, and without a particle of dust; a neat, well-blacked cooking-stove; rows of shining tin, suggestive of unmentionable good things to the appetite; glossy g

2、reen wood chairs, old and firm; a small dlag-bottomed rocking-chair, with a patch-work cushion in it, neatly contrived out of small pieces of different colored woollen goods, and a larger sized one, motherly and old, whose wide arms breathed hospitable invitation, seconded by the solicitation of its

3、 feather cushions,-a real comfortable, persuasive old chair, and worth, in the way of honest, homely enjoyment, a dozen of your plush or brochetelle drawing-room gentry; and in the chair, gently swaying back and forward, her eyes bent on some fine sewing, sat our fine old friend Eliza. Yes, there sh

4、e is, paler and thinner than in her Kentucky home, with a world of quiet sorrow lying under the shadow of her long eyelashes, and marking the outline of her gentle mouth! It was plain to see how old and firm the girlish heart was grown under the discipline of heavy sorrow; and when, anon, her large

5、dark eye was raised to follow the gambols of her little Harry, who was sporting, like some tropical butterfly, hither and thither over the floor, she showed a depth of firmness and steady resolve that was never there in her earlier and happier days. By her side sat a woman with a bright tin pan in h

6、er lap, into which she was carefully sorting some dried peaches. She might be fifty-five or sixty; but hers was one of those faces that time seems to touch only to brighten and adorn. The snowy fisse crape cap, made after the strait Quaker pattern,-the plain white muslin handkerchief, lying in placi

7、d folds across her bosom,-the drab shawl and dress,-showed at once the community to which she belonged. Her face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach. Her hair, partially silvered by age, was parted smoothly back from a high placid forehead, on which time h

8、ad written no inscription, except peace on earth, good will to men, and beneath shone a large pair of clear, honest, loving brown eyes; you only needed to look straight into them, to feel that you saw to the bottom of a heart as good and true as ever throbbed in womans bosom. So much has been said a

9、nd sung of beautiful young girls, why dont somebody wake up to the beauty of old women? If any want to get up an inspiration under this head, we refer them to our good friend Rachel Halliday, just as she sits there in her little rocking-chair. It had a turn for quacking and squeaking,-that chair had

10、,-either from having taken cold in early life, or from some asthmatic affection, or perhaps from nervous derangement; but, as she gently swung backward and forward, the chair kept up a kind of subdued creechy crawchy, that would have been intolerable in any other chair. But old Simeon Halliday often

11、 declared it was as good as any music to him, and the children all avowed that they wouldnt miss of hearing mothers chair for anything in the world. For why? for twenty years or more, nothing but loving words, and gentle moralities, and motherly loving kindness, had come from that chair;-head-aches

12、and heart-aches innumerable had been cured there,-difficulties spiritual and temporal solved there,-all by one good, loving woman, God bless her!And so thee still thinks of going to Canada, Eliza? she said, as she was quietly looking over her peaches.Yes, maam, said Eliza, firmly. I must go onward.

13、I dare not stop.And whatll thee do, when thee gets there? Thee must think about that, my daughter.My daughter came naturally from the lips of Rachel Halliday; for hers was just the face and form that made mother seem the most natural word in the world.Elizas hands trembled, and some tears fell on he

14、r fine work; but she answered, firmly,I shall do-anything I can find. I hope I can find something.Thee knows thee can stay here, as long as thee pleases, said Rachel.O, thank you, said Eliza, but-she pointed to Harry-I cant sleep nights; I cant rest. Last night I dreamed I saw that man coming into t

15、he yard, she said, shuddering.Poor child! said Rachel, wiping her eyes; but thee mustnt feel so. The Lord hath ordered it so that never hath a fugitive been stolen from our village. I trust thine will not be the first.The door here opened, and a little short, round, pin-cushiony woman stood at the d

16、oor, with a cheery, blooming face, like a ripe apple. She was dressed, like Rachel, in sober gray, with the muslin folded neatly across her round, plump little chest.Ruth Stedman, said Rachel, coming joyfully forward; how is thee, Ruth? she said, heartily taking both her hands.Nicely, said Ruth, tak

17、ing off her little drab bonnet, and dusting it with her handkerchief, displaying, as she did so, a round little head, on which the Quaker cap sat with a sort of jaunty air, despite all the stroking and patting of the small fat hands, which were busily applied to arranging it. Certain stray locks of

18、decidedly curly hair, too, had escaped here and there, and had to be coaxed and cajoled into their place again; and then the new comer, who might have been five-and-twenty, turned from the small looking-glass, before which she had been making these arrangements, and looked well pleased,-as most peop

19、le who looked at her might have been,-for she was decidedly a wholesome, whole-hearted, chirruping little woman, as ever gladdened mans heart withal.Ruth, this friend is Eliza Harris; and this is the little boy I told thee of.I am glad to see thee, Eliza,-very, said Ruth, shaking hands, as if Eliza

20、were an old friend she had long been expecting; and this is thy dear boy,-I brought a cake for him, she said, holding out a little heart to the boy, who came up, gazing through his curls, and accepted it shyly.Wheres thy baby, Ruth? said Rachel.O, hes coming; but thy Mary caught him as I came in, an

21、d ran off with him to the barn, to show him to the children.At this moment, the door opened, and Mary, an honest, rosy-looking girl, with large brown eyes, like her mothers, came in with the baby.Ah! ha! said Rachel, coming up, and taking the great, white, fat fellow in her arms, how good he looks,

22、and how he does grow!To be sure, he does, said little bustling Ruth, as she took the child, and began taking off a little blue silk hood, and various layers and wrappers of outer garments; and having given a twitch here, and a pull there, and variously adjusted and arranged him, and kissed him heart

23、ily, she set him on the floor to collect his thoughts. Baby seemed quite used to this mode of proceeding, for he put his thumb in his mouth (as if it were quite a thing of course), and seemed soon absorbed in his own reflections, while the mother seated herself, and taking out a long stocking of mix

24、ed blue and white yarn, began to knit with briskness.Mary, theed better fill the kettle, hadnt thee? gently suggested the mother.Mary took the kettle to the well, and soon reappearing, placed it over the stove, where it was soon purring and steaming, a sort of censer of hospitality and good cheer. T

25、he peaches, moreover, in obedience to a few gentle whispers from Rachel, were soon deposited, by the same hand, in a stew-pan over the fire.Rachel now took down a snowy moulding-board, and, tying on an apron, proceeded quietly to making up some biscuits, first saying to Mary,-Mary, hadnt thee better

26、 tell John to get a chicken ready? and Mary disappeared accordingly.And how is Abigail Peters? said Rachel, as she went on with her biscuits.O, shes better, said Ruth; I was in, this morning; made the bed, tidied up the house. Leah Hills went in, this afternoon, and baked bread and pies enough to la

27、st some days; and I engaged to go back to get her up, this evening.I will go in tomorrow, and do any cleaning there may be, and look over the mending, said Rachel.Ah! that is well, said Ruth. Ive heard, she added, that Hannah Stanwood is sick. John was up there, last night,-I must go there tomorrow.

28、John can come in here to his meals, if thee needs to stay all day, suggested Rachel.Dhank thee, Rachel; will see, tomorrow; but, here comes Simeon.Simeon Halliday, a tall, straight, muscular man, in drab coat and pantaloons, and broad-brimmed hat, now entered.How is thee, Ruth? he said, warmly, as h

29、e spread his broad open hand for her little fat palm; and how is John?O! John is well, and all the rest of our folks, said Ruth, cheerily.Any news, father? said Rachel, as she was putting her biscuits into the oven.Peter Stebbins told me that they should be along tonight, with _friends_, said Simeon

30、, significantly, as he was washing his hands at a neat sink, in a little back porch.Indeed! said Rachel, looking thoughtfully, and glancing at Eliza.Did thee say thy name was Harris? said Simeon to Eliza, as he reentered.Rachel glanced quickly at her husband, as Eliza tremulously answered yes; her f

31、ears, ever uppermost, suggesting that possibly there might be advertisements out for her.Mother! said Simeon, standing in the porch, and calling Pachel out.What does thee want, father? said Rachel, rubbing her floury hands, as she went into the porch.This childs husband is in the settlement, and wil

32、l be here tonight, said Simeon.Now, thee doesnt say that, father? said Rachel, all her face radiant with joy.Its really true. Peter was down yesterday, with the wagon, to the other stand, and there he found an old woman and two men; and one said his name was George Harris; and from what he told of his history, I am certain who he is. He is a bright, likely fellow, too.Shall we tell her now? said Simeon.Lets tell Ruth, said Rachel. Here, Ruth,-come here.Ruth