BETWEEN THE OLD HOME AND THE NEW.
"Wealthy," said Eyebright, "I want to tell you something."
Wealthy was kneading bread, her arms rising and falling with a strong,
regular motion, like the piston of a steam-engine. She did not even
turn her head, but dusting a little flour on to the dough, went
straight on saying briefly,--
"Well, what?"
"I've been thinking," continued Eyebright, "that when papa and I get
to the Island, perhaps some days there won't be anybody to do the
cooking but me, and it would be so nice if you would teach me a few
things,--not hard ones, you know,--little easy things. I know how to
toast now, and how to boil eggs, and make shortcake, and stew rhubarb,
but papa would get tired of those if he didn't have any thing else, I
am afraid."
"You and your Pa'll go pretty hungry, I guess, if there's no one but
you to do the cooking," muttered Wealthy. "Well, what would you like
to learn?"
"Is bread easy to make? I'd like to learn that."
"You ain't hardly strong enough," said Wealthy, with a sigh, but she
set her bowl on a chair as she spoke, and proceeded to give Eyebright
a kneading lesson on the spot. It was much more fatiguing than
Eyebright had supposed it would be. Her back and arms ached for a long
time afterward, but Wealthy said she "got the hang of it wonderfully
for a beginner," and this praise encouraged her to try again. Every
Wednesday and Saturday, after that, she made the bread, from the
sifting of the flour to the final wrap of the hot loaf in a brown
towel, Wealthy only helping a very little, and each time the task
seemed to grow easier, so that, before they went away, Eyebright felt
that she had that lesson at her fingers' ends. Wealthy taught her
other things also,--to broil a beefsteak, and poach an egg, to make
gingerbread and minute biscuit, fry Indian pudding, and prepare and
flavor the "dip" for soft toast. All these lessons were good for her,
and in more senses than one. Many a heart-ache flew up the chimney and
forgot to come down again, as she leaned over her saucepans, stirring,
tasting, and seasoning. Many a hard thought about the girls and their
not caring as they ought about her going, slipped away, and came back
brightened into good-humor, in the excitement of watching the biscuits
rise, or moulding them into exact form and size. And how pleasant it
was if Wealthy praised her, or papa asked for a second helping of
something and said it was good.
Meanwhile, the business of breaking up was going on. Wealthy, whose
ideas were of the systematic old-fashioned kind, began at the very top
of the house and came slowly down, clearing the rooms out in regular
order, scrubbing, sweeping, and leaving bare, chill cleanness behind
her. Part of the furniture was packed to go to the Island, but by far
the greater part was brought down to the lower floor, and stacked in
the best parlor, ready for an auction, which was to take place on the
last day but one. It was truly wonderful how many things the house
seemed to contain, and what queer articles made their appearance out
of obscure holes and corners, in the course of Wealthy's rummagings.
There were old fire-irons, old crockery, bundles of herbs, dried so
long ago that all taste and smell had departed, and no one now could
guess which was sage and which catnip; scrap-bundles, which made
Eyebright sigh and exclaim, "Oh dear, what lots of dresses I would
have made for Genevieve, if only I had known we had these!" There were
boxes full of useless things, screws without heads, and nails without
points, stopples which stopped nothing, bottles of medicine which had
lost their labels, and labels which had lost their bottles. Some
former inhabitant of the house had evidently been afflicted with mice,
for six mouse-traps were discovered, all of different patterns, all
rusty, and all calculated to discourage any mouse who ever nibbled
cheese. There were also three old bird-cages, in which, since the
memory of man, no bird had ever lived; a couple of fire-buckets of
ancient black leather, which Eyebright had seen hanging from a rafter
all her life without suspecting their use, and a gun of Revolutionary
pattern which had lost its lock. All these were to be sold, and so was
the hay in the barn, as also were the chickens and chicken-coops; even
Brindle and old Charley.
The day before the auction, a man came and pasted labels with numbers
on them upon all the things. Eyebright found "24" stuck on the side of
her own special little stool, which papa had said she might take to
the Island, but which had been forgotten. She tore off the label, and
hid the stool in a closet, but it made her feel as if every thing in
the house was going to be sold whether or no, and she half turned and
looked over her shoulder at her own back, as if she feared to find a
number there also. Wealthy, who was piling the chairs together by
twos, laughed.
"I guess they won't put you up to 'vandoo,'" she said; "or, if they
do, I'll be the first to bid. There, that's the last! I never did see
such a heap of rubbish as come out of that garret; your Ma, and your
Grandma, too, I reckon, never throwed away any thing in all their
days. Often and often I used to propose to clean out and kind of sort
over the things, but your Ma, she wouldn't ever let me. They was sure
to come in useful some day, she said; but that day never come,--and
there they be, moth-and-rust-corrupted, sure enough! Well, 'tain't no
use layin' up treasures upon earth. We all find that out when we come
to clear up after fifty years' savin'."
Next morning proved fine and sunny, and great numbers of people came
to the auction. Some of them brought their dinners in pails, and
stayed all day, for auctions do not occur very often in the country,
and are great events when they do. Eyebright, who did not know exactly
how to dispose of herself, sat on the stairs, high up, where no one
could see her, and listened to the auctioneer's loud voice calling off
the numbers and bids. "No. 17, one clock,--who bids two dollars for
the clock? No. 18, lounge covered with calliker. I am offered
seven-fifty for the lounge covered with calliker. I am offered
seven-fifty for the lounge covered with calliker. Who bids eight?
Thank you, Mr. Brown--going at eight--gone." And No. 17 was the
kitchen clock, which had told her the hour so many, many times; the
lounge covered with "calliker" was mother's lounge, on which she had
so often lain. It seemed very sad, somehow, that they should be
"going--gone."
Later in the day she saw, from the window, people driving away in
their wagons with their bargains piled in behind them, or set between
their knees,--papa's shaving-glass, Wealthy's wash-tubs, the bedstead
from the best room. She could hardly keep from crying. It seemed as if
the pleasant past life in the old house were all broken up into little
bits, and going off in different directions in those wagons.
She was still at the window when Wealthy came up to search for her.
Eyebright's face was very sober, and there were traces of tears on her
cheeks.
"Eyebright, where are you? Don't stay mopin' up here, 'tain't no use.
Come down and help me get tea. I've made a good fire in the
sittin'-room, and we'll all be the better for supper, I reckon.
Auctions is wearin' things, and always will be to the end of time.
Your Pa looks clean tuckered out."
"Are all the people gone?" asked Eyebright.
"Yes, they have, and good riddance to them. It made me madder than
hops to hear 'em a-boastin' of the bargains they'd got. Mrs.
Doolittle, up to the corner, bid in that bureau from the keepin'-room
chamber for seven dollars. It was worth fifteen; the auction-man said
so himself. But to kind of match that, her daughter-in-law, she giv'
thirty cents a yard for that rag-carpet in your room, and it didn't
cost but fifty when it was new, and that was twelve years ago next
November! So I guess we come out pretty even with the Doolittle
family, after all!" added Wealthy, with a dry chuckle.
Eyebright followed downstairs. The rooms looked bare and unhomelike
with only the few pieces of furniture left which Wealthy had bid in
for her private use; for Wealthy did not mean to live out any more,
but have a small house of her own, and support herself by "tailorin'."
She had bought a couple of beds, a table, a few chairs, and some
cooking things, so it was possible, though not very comfortable, to
spend one night more in the house. Eyebright peeped into the empty
parlor and shut the door.
"Don't let's open it again," she said. "We'll make believe that every
thing is there still, just as it used to be, and then it won't seem so
dismal."
But in spite of "make-believes," it would have been dismal enough had
they not been too busy to think how altered and forlorn the house
looked. One more day of hard work, and all was cleared out and made
clean. Wealthy followed with her broom and actually "swept herself
out," as Eyebright said, brushing the last shreds and straws through
the door on to the steps, where the others stood waiting. Mr. Bright
locked the door. The key turned in the rusty lock with a sound like a
groan. Mr. Bright stood a moment without speaking; then he handed the
key to Wealthy, shook hands with her, and walked quickly away in the
direction of Mr. Bury's house, where he and Eyebright were to spend
the night.
Wealthy was feeling badly over the loss of her old home; and emotion,
with her, always took the form of gruffness.
"No need to set about kissing to-night," she said, as Eyebright held
up her face, "I'm a-comin' round to see you off to-morrow."
Then she, too, stalked away. Eyebright looked after her for a little
while, then very slowly she opened the garden-gate, and went the round
of the place once more, saying good-by with her eyes to each
well-known object. The periwinkle bed was blue with flowers, the
daffodils were just opening their bright cups. "Old maids," Wealthy
had been used to call them, because their ruffled edges were so neatly
trimmed and pinked. There was the apple-tree crotch, where, every
summer since she could remember, her swing had hung. There was her own
little garden, bare now and brown with the dead stalks of last year.
How easy it would be to make it pretty again if only they were going
to stay! The "cave" had fallen in, to be sure, and was only a hole in
the ground, but a cave is soon made. She could have another in no time
if only--here Eyebright checked herself, recollecting that "if only"
did not help the matter a bit, and, like a sensible child, she walked
bravely away from the garden and through the gateway. She paused one
moment to look at the sun, which was setting in a sky of clear yellow,
over which little crimson clouds drifted like a fleet of fairy boats.
The orchards and hedges were budding fast. Here and there a
cherry-tree had already tied on its white hood. The air was full of
sweet prophetic smells. Altogether, Tunxet was at its very prettiest
and pleasantest, and, for all her good resolutions, Eyebright gave
way, and wept one little weep at the thought that to-morrow she and
papa must leave it all.
She dried her eyes soon, for she did not want papa to know she had
been crying, and followed to Mrs. Bury's, where Kitty and the children
were impatiently looking out for her, and every one gave her a hearty
welcome.
But in spite of their kindness, and the fun of sleeping with Kitty for
the first time, it seemed grave and lonesome to be anywhere except in
the old place where she had always been, and Eyebright began to be
glad that she and papa were to go away so soon. The home feeling had
vanished from Tunxet, and the quicker they were off, the better, she
thought.
The next morning, they left, starting before six o'clock, for the
railroad was five miles away. Early as it was, several people were
there to say good-by,--Bessie Mather, Laura Wheelwright,--who hadn't
taken time even to wash her face,--Wealthy, very gray and grim and
silent, and dear Miss Fitch, to whom Eyebright clung till the very
end. The last bag was put in, Mr. Bury kissed Eyebright and lifted her
into the wagon, where papa and Ben were already seated. Good-bys were
exchanged. Bessie, drowned in tears, climbed on the wheel for a last
hug, and was pulled down by some one. Ben gave a chirrup, the horses
began to move, and that was the end of dear old Tunxet. The last thing
Eyebright saw, as she turned for a final look, was Wealthy's grim, sad
face,--poor Wealthy, who had lost most and felt sorriest of all,
though she said so little about it.
It was a mile or two before Eyebright could see any thing distinctly.
She sat with her head turned away, that papa might not notice her wet
eyes. But perhaps his own were a little misty, for he, too, turned his
head, and it was a long time before he spoke. The beautiful morning
and the rapid motion were helps to cheerfulness, however, and before
they reached the railroad station Mr. Bright had begun to talk to Ben,
and Eyebright to smile.
She had never travelled on a railroad before, and you can easily
imagine how surprising it all seemed to her. At first it frightened
her to go so fast, but that soon wore off, and all the rest was
enjoyment. Little things, which people used to railroads hardly
notice, struck her as strange and pleasant. When the magazine-boy
chucked "Ballou's Dollar Monthly" into her lap, she jumped, and said,
"Oh, thank you!" and she was quite overcome by the successive gifts,
as she supposed, of a paper of pop-corn, a paper of lozenges, and a
"prize package," containing six envelopes, six sheets of note-paper,
six pens, a wooden pen-handle and a "piece of jewelry,"--all for
twenty-five cents!
"Did he really give them to me?" she asked papa, quite gasping at the
idea of such generosity.
Then the ice-water boy came along, with his frame of tumblers; she had
a delicious cold drink, and told papa "she did think the railroad was
so kind," which made him laugh; and, as seeing him laugh brightened
her spirits, they journeyed on very cheerfully.
About noon, they changed cars, and presently after that Eyebright
became aware of a change in the air, a cool freshness and odor of salt
and weeds, which she had never smelt before, and liked amazingly. She
was just going to ask papa about it when the train made a sudden curve
and swept alongside a yellow beach, beyond which lay a great shining
expanse,--gray and silvery and blue,--over which dappled foamy waves
played and leaped, and large white birds were skimming and diving. She
drew a long breath of delight, and said, half to herself and half to
papa, "That is the sea!"
"How did you know?" asked he, smiling.
"Oh, papa, it couldn't be any thing else. I knew it in a minute."
After that, they were close to the sea almost all the way. Eyebright
felt as if she could never be tired of watching the waves rise and
fall, or of breathing the air, which seemed to fill and satisfy her
like food though it made her hungry, too, and she was glad of the nice
luncheon which Mr. Bury had packed up for them. But even pleasant
things have a tiring side to them, and as night drew on, Eyebright
began to think she should be as glad of bed as she had been of dinner.
Her heavy head had been nodding for some time, and had finally dropped
upon papa's shoulder, when he roused her with a shake and said,--
"Wake up, Eyebright, wake up! Here we are."
"At the Island?" she asked, drowsily.
"No, not at the Island yet. This is the steamboat."
To see a steamboat had always been one of Eyebright's chief wishes,
but she was too sleepy at that moment to realize that it was granted.
Her feet stumbled as papa guided her down the stair; she could not
keep her eyes open at all. The stewardess--a colored woman--laughed
when she saw the half-awake little passenger; but she was very
good-natured, whipped off Eyebright's boots, hat, and jacket, in a
twinkling, and tucked her into a little berth, where in three minutes
she was napping like a dormouse. There was a great deal of whistling
and screeching and ringing of bells when the boat left her dock, heavy
feet trampled over the deck just above the berth, the water lapped and
hissed; but not one of these things did Eyebright hear, nor was she
conscious of the rock-ing motion of the waves. Straight through them
all she slept; and when at last she waked, the boat was no longer at
sea, and there was hardly any motion to be felt.
It was not yet six o'clock. The shut-up cabin was dark and close,
except for one ray of yellow sun, which straggled through a crack, and
lay across the carpet like a long finger. It flickered, and seemed to
beckon, as if it wanted to say, "Get up, Eyebright, it is morning at
last; get up, and come out with me." She felt so rested and fresh that
the invitation was irresistible; and slipping from the berth, she put
on dress and boots, which were laid on a chair near by, tied the hat
over her unbrushed hair, and with her warm jacket in hand, stole out
of the cabin and ran lightly upstairs to the deck.
Then she gave a great start, and said, "Oh!" with mingled wonder and
surprise; for, instead of the ocean which she had expected to see, the
boat was steaming gently up a broad river. On either side was a bold,
wooded shore. The trees were leafless still, for this was much farther
north than Tunxet, but the rising sap had tinted their boughs with
lovely shades of yellow, soft red, and pink-brown, and there were
quantities of evergreens beside, so that the woods did not look cold
or bare. Every half mile or so the river made a bend and curved away
in a new direction. It was never possible to see far ahead, and, as
the steamer swept through the clear green and silver water, it
continually seemed that, a little farther on, the river came to end,
and there was no way out except to turn back. But always when the boat
reached the place where the end seemed to be, behold, a new reach of
water, with new banks and tree-crowned headlands, appeared, so that
their progress was a succession of surprises. Here and there were dots
of islands too, just big enough to afford standing-room to a dozen
pines and hemlocks, so closely crowded together that the trees next
the edge almost seemed to be holding fast by their companions while
they leaned over to look at their own faces in the water.
These tiny islets enchanted Eyebright. With each one they passed she
thought, "Oh, I hope ours is just like that!" never reflecting that
these were rather play islands than real ones, and that Genevieve was
the only member of the family likely to be comfortable in such limited
space as they afforded. She had the deck and the river to herself for
nearly an hour before any of the passengers appeared; when they did,
she remembered, with a blush, that her hair was still unbrushed, and
ran back to the cabin, when the stewardess made it tidy, and gave her
a basin of fresh water for her face and hands. She came back just in
time to meet papa, who was astonished at the color in her cheek and
the appetite she displayed at breakfast, which was served in a stuffy
cabin smelling of kerosene oil and bed-clothes, and calculated to
discourage any appetite not sharpened by early morning air.
Little did Eyebright care for the stuffy cabin. She found the boat and
all its appointments delightful; and when, after breakfast, the old
captain took her down to the engine-room and showed her the machinery,
she fairly skipped with pleasure. It was a sort of noisy fairy-land to
her imagination; all those wonderful cogs and wheels, and shining rods
and shafts, moving and working together so smoothly and so powerfully.
She was sorry enough when, at eleven o'clock, they left the boat, and
landed at a small hamlet, which seemed to have no name as yet, perhaps
because it was so very young. Eyebright asked a boy what they called
the town, but all he said in reply was, "'Tain't a teown"--and
something about a "Teownship," which she didn't at all understand.
Here they had some dinner, and Mr. Bright hired a wagon to take them
"'cross country" to Scrapplehead, which was the village nearest to
"Causey Island," as Eyebright now learned that their future home was
called. "Cosy," papa pronounced it. The name pleased her greatly, and
she said to herself, for perhaps the five-hundredth time, "I _know_ it
is going to be nice."
It was twenty-two miles from the nameless village to Scrapplehead, but
it took all the afternoon to make the journey, for the roads were
rough and hilly, and fast going was impossible. Eyebright did not care
how slowly they went. Every step of the way was interesting to her,
full of fresh sights and sounds and smells. She had never seen such
woods as those which they passed through. They looked as if they might
have been planted about the time of the Deluge, so dense and massive
were their growths. Many of the trees were old and of immense size.
Some very large ones had fallen, and their trunks were thickly crusted
with fungi and long hair-like tresses of gray moss. Here and there
were cushions of green moss, so rich and luxuriant as to be the
softest sitting-places imaginable. Eyebright longed to get out and
roll on them; the moss seemed at least a yard deep. Once they passed
an oddly shaped broad track by the road-side, which the driver told
them was the foot-mark of a bear. This was exciting. And a little
farther on, at the fording of a shallow brook, he showed them where a
deer had stopped to drink the night before, and left the impression of
his slender hoofs in the wet clay.
It was as interesting as a story to be there, so near the haunts of
these wild creatures. Then, leaving the woods, they would come to wide
vistas of country, with pine-clad hills and slopes and beautiful
gleaming lakes. And twice from the top of an ascent they caught the
outlines of a bold mountain-range. A delicious air blew down from
these mountains, cool, crystal clear, and spiced with the balsamic
smell of hemlocks and firs and a hundred lovely wood-odors beside.
"Oh, isn't Maine beautiful!" cried Eyebright, in a rapture. She felt a
sort of resentment against Wealthy for having called it a
"God-forsaken" place. "But Wealthy didn't know: she never was here,"
was her final conclusion. "If she ever had been here, she couldn't
have been so silly."
It was too dark to see much of Scrapplehead when at last they got
there. It was a small place, nestled in an angle of the hills. The
misty gray ocean lay beyond. Its voice came to their ears as they
descended the last steep pitch, a hushed low voice with a droning
tone, as though it were sleepy-time with the great sea. There was no
tavern in the village, and they applied at several houses before
finding any one willing to accommodate them. By this time, Eyebright
was very tired, and could hardly keep from crying as they drove away
from the third place.
"What shall we do if nobody will take us in?" she asked papa
dolefully. "Shall we have to sit in the wagon all night?"
"Guess 't won't come to that," said the cheery driver. "Downs'll take
you. I'll bet a cookie he will." When he came to "Downs's," he jumped
out and ran in. "They're real clever folks," he told Mrs. Downs; "and
the little gal is so tired, it's a pity to see."
So Mrs. Downs consented to lodge them; and their troubles were over
for that day. Half blind with sleep and fatigue, Eyebright ate her
bread and milk, fried eggs, and doughnuts, fell asleep while she
undressed, gave her head a knock against the bedpost, laughed, hurried
into bed, and in three minutes was lost in dreamless slumber. The wind
blew softly up the bay, the waves sang their droning lullaby, a
half-grown moon came out, twinkled, and flashed in the flashing water,
and sent one long beam in to peep at the little sleeper in bed. The
new life was begun, and begun pleasantly.