AN ACCIDENT WITH RESULTS.
Wall, it wuz on the very day before we laid out to leave for home. I
wuz a settin’ in my room a mendin’ up a rip in my pardner’s best coat,
previous to packin’ in his trunk, when all of a sudden Miss Flamm’s
hired girl came in a cryin’, and sez I, “What is the matter?”
And sez she, “Ah! Miss Flamm has sent for you and Mr. Allen to come
over there right away. There has been a axident.”
“A axident!” sez I.
“Yes,” sez she. “The little girl has got hurt, and they don’t think she
will live. Poor little pretty thing,” sez the hired girl, and busted
out a cryin’ agin.
“How did she get hurt?” sez I, as I laid down the coat, and went to
tyin’ on my bunnet mekanically.
“Wall, the nurse had her out with the baby and the little boys. And we
s’pose she had been drinkin’ too much. We all knew she drinked, and she
wuzn’t in a condition to go out with the children this mornin’, and
Miss Flamm would have noticed it and kep’ ’em in, but the dog wuz sick
all night, and Miss Flamm wuz up with it most all night, and she felt
wore out this mornin’ with her anxtety for the dog, and her want of
sleep, and so they went out, and it wuzn’ more’n half an hour before it
took place. She left the baby carriage and the little boys and girl in
a careless place, not knowin’ what she wuz about, and they got run
over. The baby and the little boys wuzn’t hurt much, but they think the
little girl will die. Miss Flamm went right into a caniption fit,” sez
she, “when she wuz brung in.”
“It is a pity she hadn’t went into one before,” sez I very dryly, dry
as a chip almost. My axents wuz fairly dusty they wuz so dry. But my
feelin’s for Miss Flamm moistened up and melted down when I see her,
when we went into the room. It didn’t take us long for they are still
to the tarven, and we met Josiah Allen at the door, so he went with us.
Yes, Miss Flamm felt bad enough, bad enough. She has got a mother’s
heart after all, down under all the strings and girtins, and laces, and
dogs, etc., etc., that have hid it, and surrounded it. Her face wuz
jest as white and deathly as the little girl’s, and that wuz jest the
picture of stillness and death. And I remembered then that I had heard
that the little girl wuz her favorite amongst her children, whenever
she had any time to notice ’em. She wuz a only daughter and a beauty,
besides bein’ smart.
The doctor had been there and done what he could, and go gone away. He
said there wuz nothin’ more to do till she came out of that stuper, if
she ever did.
But it looked like death, and there Miss Flamm sot alone with her
child, and her conscience. She wuzn’t a cryin’ but there wuz a look in
her eyes, in her set white face that went beyond tears, fur beyond ’em.
She gripped holt of my hand with her icy cold ones, and sez she, “Pray
for me!” She wuz brung up a Methodist, and knew we wuz the same. My
feelin’s overcame me as I looked in her face and the child’s, both
lookin’ like dyin’ faces, and I sez with the tears a jest runnin’ down
my cleeks and a layin’ my hand tender on her shoulder, “Is there
anything I can do for you, you poor little creeter?”
“Pray for me,” sez she agin, with her white lips not movin’ in a smile,
nor a groan.
Now my companion, Josiah Allen, is a class-leader, and though I say it
that mebby shouldn’t—That man is able in prayer. He prays as if he
meant what he said. He don’t try to show off in oritory as so many do,
or give the Lord information. He never sez, “Oh Lord, thou knowest by
the mornin’ papers, so and so.” No, he prays in simple words for what
he wants. And he always seems to feel that somebody is nigh to him, a
hearin’ him, and if it is best and right, his requests will be granted.
So I motioned for that man to kneel down by the bed and pray, which he
did. He wuz to the fore side of the bed, and Miss Flamm and I on the
other side. Wall, Josiah commenced his prayer, in a low earnest askin’
voice, then all of a sudden he begun to hesitate, waver, and act
dretful agitated. And his actions and agitations seemed to last for
some time. I thought it wuz his feelin’s overcomin’ of him, and of
course, my hand bein’ over my eyes in a respectful, decent way, I
didin’t see nothin’.
But at last, after what wuz seemingly a great effort, he began to go on
as usual agin. About that time I heard sunthin’ hit the wall hard on
the other side of the room, and I heard a yelp. But then everything wuz
still and Josiah Allen made a good prayer. And before it wuz through
Miss Flamm laid her head down onto my shoulder, and busted into tears.
And what wuz rooted up and washed away by them tears I don’t know, and
I don’t s’pose anybody duz. Whether vanity, and a mistaken ambition,
and the poor empty successes of a fashionable life wuz uprooted and
floated away on the awakened, sweepin’ tide of a mother’s love and
remorse; whether the dog floated down that stream, and low necked
dresses, and high hazardus slippers, and strings for waists and
corsets, and fashion, and folly, and rivalry, and waltzin’, and
glitter, and buttons, and show; whether they all went down that stream,
swept along like bubbles on a heavin’ tumultuous tide, I don’t know,
nor I don’t s’pose anybody duz.
But any way, from that day on Miss Flamm has been a different woman. I
stayed with her all that night and the next day, she a not leavin’ the
child’s bed for a minute, and we a not gettin’ of her to, much as we
tried to; eatin’ whatever we could make her eat right there by the
bedside. And on the 2d day the doctor see a change in the child and she
began to roust a little out of that stuper, and in a week’s time, she
wuz a beginnin’ to get well.
We stayed on till she wuz out of danger and then we went home. But I
see that she wuz to be trusted with her children after that. She
dismissed that nurse, got a good motherly one, who she said would help
her take care of the children for the future; only _help_ her, for she
should have the oversight of ’em herself, always.
The hired girl told me (Miss Flamm never mentioned it to me), and she
wuz glad enough of it, that the dog wuz dead. It died the day the
little girl wuz hurt. The hired girl said the doctor had told Miss
Flamm, that it couldn’t live long. But it wuzn’t till we wuz on our way
home that I found out one of the last eppisodes in that dog’s life. You
see, sick as that dog wuz, it wuz bound to bark at my pardner as long
as it had a breath left in its body. And Josiah told me in confidence
(and it must be kep’, it is right that it should be); he said jest
after he had knelt down and began to pray he felt that dog climb up
onto his heels, and pull at his coat tails, and growl a low mad growl,
and naw at ’em.
Josiah prays
He tried to nestle round and get it off quietly but no, there it stood
right onto Josiah Allen’s heels, and hung on, and tugged at them
coat-tails, and growled at ’em that low deep growl, and shook ’em, as
if determined to worry ’em off. And there my companion wuz. He couldn’t
show his feelin’s in his face; he had got to keep his face all right
towards Miss Flamm. And his feelin’s was rousted up about her, and he
wuz a wantin’, and knew he wuz expected, to have his words and manner
soothin’ and comfortin’, and that dog a standin’ on his heels and
tearin’ off his coat-tails.
What to do he didn’t know. He couldn’t stop his prayer on such a time
as this and kill a dog, though he owned up to me that he felt like it,
and he couldn’t keep still and feel his coat-tails tore off of him, and
be growled at, and shook, and pawed at all day. So he said after the
dog had gin a most powerful tug, almost a partin’ the skirts asunder
from his coat, he drew up one foot carefully (still a keepin’ his face
straight and the prayer agoin’) and brung it back sudden and voyalent,
and he heard the dog strike aginst the opposite side of the room with
one short, sharp yelp, and then silence rained down and he finished the
prayer.
But he said, and owned it up to me, that it didn’t seem to him so much
like a religious exercise, as he could wish. It didn’t seem to help his
spiritual growth much, if any.
And I sez, “I should think as much,” and I sez, “You wuz in a hard
place, Josiah Allen.”
And he sez, “It wuz the dumbest hard place any one wuz ever in on
earth.”
And I sez, “I don’t know but it wuz.” That man wuz to be pitied, and I
told him so, and he acted real cheerful and contented at hearin’ my
mind. He owned up that he had dreaded tellin’ me about it, for fear I
would upbraid him. But, good land! I would have been a hard hearted
creeter if I could upbraid a man for goin’ through such a time as that.
He said he thought mebby I would think it wuz irreverent or sunthin’,
the dog’s actions, at such a time.
“Wall,” sez I, “you didn’t choose the actions, did you? It wuzn’t
nothin’ you wanted.”
“No,” sez he feelin’ly. “Heaven knows I didn’t. And I done the best I
could,” sez he sort a pitiful.
Sez I, “I believe you, Josiah Allen,” and sez I warmly, “I don’t
believe that Alexander, or Cezar, or Grover Cleveland, could have done
any better.”
He brightened all up at this, he felt dretful well to think I felt with
him, and my feelin’s wuz all rousted up to think of the sufferin’s he
had went through, so we felt real well towards each other. Such is some
of the comforts and consolations of pardners. Howsumever, the dog died,
and I wuz kinder sorry for the dog. I think enough of dogs (as dogs)
and always did. Always use ’em dretful well, only it mads me to have
’em put ahead of children, and sot up in front of ’em. I always did and
always shall like a dog as a _dog_.
Wall, they say that when that dog died, Miss Flamm hardly inquired
about it, she wuz so took up in gettin’ acquainted with her own
children. And I s’pose they improved on acquaintance, for they say she
is jest devoted to ’em. And she got acquainted with G. Washington too,
so they say. He wuz a stiddy, quiet man, and she had got to lookin’ on
him as her banker and business man. But they say she liked him real
well, come to get acquainted with him. He always jest worshipped her,
so they are real happy. There wuz always sunthin’ kinder good about
Miss Flamm.
Thos. J. is a carryin’ on another lawsuit for her (more money that
descended onto her from her father, or that ort to descend). And he is
carryin’ it stiddy and safe. It will bring Thomas Jefferson over 900
dollars in money besides fame, a hull lot of fame.
Wall, we sot sail for home in good spirits, and the noon train. And we
reached Jonesville with no particular eppisodin’ till we got to the
Jonesville Depot.
I rather think Ardelia Tutt wrote a poem on the cars goin’ home, though
I can’t say for certain.
She and Abram sot a few seats in front of us, and I thought I see a
certain look to the backside of her head that meant poetry. It wuz a
kind of a sot look, and riz up like. But I can’t say for certain for
she didn’t have no chance to tell me about it. Abram looked down at her
all the time as if he jest worshipped her. And she is a good little
creeter, and will make him a happy wife; I don’t make no doubt. As I
said, the old lady is goin’ to live with Susan. They went right on in
the train, for Ardelia’s home lays beyond Jonesville, and Abram wuz
goin’ home with her by Deacon Tutt’s request. They are willin’.
Wall, we disembarked from the cars, and we found the old mair and the
_Democrat_ a waitin’ for us. Thomas J. wuz a comin’ for us, but had
spraint his wrist and couldn’t drive. Wall, Josia lifted our saddul
bags in, and my umbrell, and the band box. But when he went to lift my
trunk he faltered. It _wuz_ heavy. I had got relicts from Mount
McGregor, from the Battlefield, from the various springs, minerals,
stuns, and things, and Josiah couldn’t lift it.
What added to the hardness of the job, the handles had broken offen it,
and he had to grip hold on it, by the might of his finger nails. It wuz
a hard job, and Josiah’s face got red and I felt, as well as see, that
his temper wuz a risin’. And I sez, instinctively, “Josiah, be calm!”
For I knew not what unguarded word he might drop as he vainly tried to
grip hold on’t, and it eluded his efferts and came down on the ground
every time, a carryin’ with it, I s’pose, portions of his fingernails,
broke off in the fray.
Wall, he wuz a strugglin’ with it and with his feelin’s, for I kep’ on
a sayin’, “Josiah, do be calm! Do be careful about usin’ a profane word
so nigh home and at this time of day, and you jest home from a tower.”
trying to lift trunk
And he kep’ his feelin’s nobly under control, and never said a word,
only to wonder “what under the High Heavens a woman wanted to lug round
a ton of stuns in her trunk for.” And anon sayin’ that he would be
dumbed if he didn’t leave it right there on the platform.
Too heavy!
Savin’ these few slight remarks that man nobly restrained himself, and
lugged and lifted till the blood almost gushed through his bald head.
And right in the midst of the fray, a porter came up and went to
liftin’ the trunk in the usual highheaded, haughty way Railroad
officials have. But anon a change came over his linement. And as it
fell back from his fingers to the platform for the 3d time, he broke
out in a torrent of swearin’ words dretful to hear.
I felt as if I should sink through the _Democrat_. But Josiah listened
to the awful words with a warm glow of pleasure and satisfaction a
beamin’ from his face. I never saw him look more complacent. And as the
man moistened his hands and with another frightful burst of profanity
histed it into the end of the buggy.
Wall, I gin the man a few warnin’ words aginst profanity, and Josiah
gin him a quarter for liftin’ in the trunk, he said, and we drove off
in the meller glow of the summer sunset.
But it wuz duskish before we got to the turn of the road, and
considerable dark before we got to the Corners. But we went on tbgough
the shadows, a feelin’ we could bear ’em, for we wuz together, and we
wuz a goin’ home.
And pretty soon we got there! The door wuz open, the warm light wuz a
streamin’ out from doors and windows, and there stood the children!
There they all wuz, all we loved best, a waitin’ to welcome us. Love,
which is the light of Heaven, wuz a shinin’ on their faces, and we had
got home.
The End