without actually submerging his head, and to regain the
The old woman had not yet returned from church, or from the weekly gossip or neighbourly tea which succeeded. The husband sat in the kitchen, spelling the psalms for the day in his Prayer-book, and reading the words out aloud--a habit he had acquired from the double solitude of his life, for he was deaf. He did not hear the quiet entrance of the pair, and they were struck with the sort of ghostly echo which seems to haunt half-furnished and uninhabited houses. The verses he was reading were the following:--
"Why art thou so vexed, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
"O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God."
And when he had finished he shut the book, and sighed with the satisfaction of having done his duty. The words of holy trust, though, perhaps, they were not fully understood, carried a faithful peace down into the depths of his soul. As he looked up, he saw the young couple standing in the middle of the floor. He pushed his iron-rimmed spectacles. on to his forehead, and rose to greet the daughter of his old master and ever-honoured mistress.
"God bless thee, lass! God bless thee! My old eyes are glad to see thee again."
Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."
Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.
They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.
- Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen,
- Judged from his success on the field of battle and his
- was fearless, but not rash; shrewd to plan, bold and energetic
- The battle was now fiercely contested on both sides, but
- The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
- a few times, but only in late years, when his powers were
- National Galleries, he consented; and having once broken
- when to believe, being so often deceived by the white people?
- and he pulled up short, for, instinctively, he knew that
- himself with the main body, he sent Colonel Hardin to lead
- he remarked, with much pleasantry, that a scalp from some
- with greater audacity than ever, and the situation of the
- nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised
- him something of our colleges and other institutions.
- speaking. He immediately paused, and on being requested
- surprise him. Politically he was the first follower of
- They were approaching the river, and there was a fog to-night!
- gravely and spoken a few words in Seneca, he noticed her
- All his requests were complied with strictly. The funeral
- this occasion. The militia they appeared to despise, and
- For three weeks Hanson had remained. During this time he
- acquitted, but immediately afterward resigned his commission.
- by the Christians, as ruinous and disgraceful, especially
- wanted more land; they wanted our country. Our eyes were
- then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further
- of Washington and Jefferson, and other great men in the
- Red Jacket was buried in the little mission burying ground,
- but are not satisfied you want to force your religion upon
- gate, but the apparatus was out of his reach, and he had
- notice of their enemies, and reached camp before sunrise.
- he loved them. If we had some disputes about our hunting-ground,
- withered, and I am shaken by every breeze. Soon my aged
- fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
- conference was the triumphant restoration of the orator
- without rigidity. When he arose, he would turn toward the
- Red Jacket married a second wife. She was the widow of
- the steps again, finding himself now nearly up to his armpits
- General Harmar, deeply chagrined, returned to Fort Washington.
- his interpreter, by whom those who wish it can be introduced
- The loss in this disastrous expedition amounted to upward
- up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
- my old comrades. I do not wish to rise among pale-faces.
- he was uniformly grave. The others were much inclined to
- years of age at the time, but tall, erect and firm, though
- end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
- Half-Town rose, and, in behalf of the Seneca Indians, said
- For a long time the great chief refused to sit for his
- the other tribes and bands took similar positions on the
- and the land was wooded down to the water’s edge. In
- and I only regret that when I was in Philadelphia I did