CHAPTER XII.

In uncle Nathan's household a "bee" for the paring of apples had been

the annual custom from time immemorial; and in rural districts, the

merry-makings of any kind are a very different affair from the social

gatherings in a large city; in the country a social gathering has about

it a genuine heartiness of enjoyment, unknown in the city drawing-rooms

of wealth and fashion. In the country you come nearer to nature, as it

were, untrammelled by the customs and usages of fashionable society.

Uncle Nathan was just the one to get up a social gathering of this kind,

and enjoy it too; if his hair was growing white, the flowers of social

feeling still bloomed in his heart; and the yearly apple-paring bee was

never omitted in the household. He used to say "the apple pies would not

taste half so good in winter if the apples were not pared by the hands

of the merry company who assembled upon the occasion."

The sun rose bright and clear on the sixth of October; this was an

important day at the old homestead, for on the next evening was to be

held this annual social gathering. They did not often invite company,

and, upon the rare occasions when they did so, Aunt Lucinda made

extensive preparations for their entertainment. Some of her neighbours

took the liberty of saying she did this partly to show off her

unequalled cookery and housekeeping, but most likely these sayings were

only maliciously called forth by her superior attainments in this way.

Be this as it might, she was certainly very busy on this particular day.

The capacious brick oven was heated no less than four times during the

day, and the savory odor from the numerous dishes taken therefrom

bespoke a plentiful repast for the apple-parers. I was kept from school

that day to take part in the grand preparations going forward. Aunt made

me quite happy that morning by saying "I was a right smart handy boy,

and could help along amazingly" if I would stay from school. I would

have done much more than this for the few words of commendation bestowed

upon me by my aunt, who was usually so hard to please. Neat as was her

daily household arrangements, on this day every corner of the old house

passed under a most searching review; and dust before unnoticed was

brought to light in a most alarming manner, and as my aunt passed

through the house on her tour of investigation, the very walls, with

their closets and three-cornered cupboards, seemed to shrink back with

apprehension, not knowing where she might make the next discovery of

hidden dust or litter. I was so much elated by her encouraging words in

the morning that I set to work with a right good will; but before the

preparations were all completed I found that an apple-paring bee at

Uncle Nathan's was no trivial matter, and involved a large amount of

labour. The brass knobs on all the doors, as well as the large brass

andirons in the parlor, had to be polished till they shone like

burnished gold and this with other countless tasks all fell on me; but

the longest and most laborious day comes to a close, and so did this

sixth of October, and tired enough were we all long before night came.

Poor old grandma really entertained the idea that she was of much

assistance, and remained up for an hour or so beyond her usual time of

retiring, "to help things along," as she said. With all my aunts sharp,

crusty ways, one could not but respect her, when they noticed with what

forbearance she treated every whim and fancy of her aged mother, and

upon this occasion when she advised the old lady to retire to rest, and

she replied, "that she must sit up to hurry things along," she did not

press the matter but allowed her to take her own way. The important

evening arrived, and with it a merry company of both old and young who

filled the large kitchen and dining-room to overflowing. All were in the

best of spirits, and working and talking progressed about equally. Each

one was furnished with a knife sharpened for the purpose, and a basket

of apples allotted to every two or three. Without in the least

interrupting the flow of laughter and lively conversation the baskets

grew empty surprisingly fast, but were immediately replenished from the

well-stored cellar, till some of the younger portion of the company with

an eye to the supper, and fun in the prospective, began to wonder if the

work would never be done. Aunt Lucinda, assisted by some of the company,

was laying out the supper in the wide hall ready to be brought into the

dining-room, directly work was over. Grandma had her arm-chair removed

into the circle of the workers, and actually pared a dozen apples in the

course of the evening.

It pleased her to be there and enjoy the scene of innocent mirth,

and that was enough. As for Uncle Nathan he was here and there and

everywhere else, it seemed almost at one time, replenishing the baskets,

sharpening the edge of a knife, and diffusing mirth and good humour

through the whole company. Mr. Oswald, the teacher, was invited,

bringing with him his wife and Rose. When I first mentioned giving the

Oswalds an invitation Uncle Nathan advised me to give the Assistant one

also; I was not too well pleased at this, for Mr. Lawrence was far from

being a favorite with me, and, like most boys, I did not always pause to

consider what was right; but Aunt Lucinda, who was anxious that every

thing should be conducted after the most approved style, declared if

the Oswalds were invited Mr. Lawrence should be favoured also with an

invitation, saying, if any of the youths should make fun of his red

hair, or cut up any capers with him she'd make them sorry for their fun.

"I know," said Uncle Nathan, with a sly look, "what makes Lucinda kinda'

stand up for Mr. Lawrence, and be so watchful over his red head; every

one who knew Joshua Blake will remember that he had red hair. I thought

Lucinda had forgotten the fellow by this time, but it seems I was

mistaken after all." "Who was Joshua Blake?" I ventured to enquire. "If

you don't be off to your work this minnit," said Aunt Lucinda, "I'll let

you know who Joshua Blake was, in a way that you won't ask again, I'll

be bound." I thought it unwise to push my inquiries further, in fact I

was glad to beat a hasty retreat from the kitchen; years after I heard

the story of Joshua Blake from Aunt Lucinda's own lips.

While we have been indulging in this digression, work has progressed

steadily at Uncle Nathan's, till the last basket of apples was pared,

and deposited in the back-kitchen. Then the rooms were hastily cleared

up and the long supper-table set out. I will not attempt a description

of that supper, and will only say that it met all my ideas of nicety,

added to profusion and plenty. The girls lent a willing hand in

assisting to clear away the tables after the supper was over; and then

the fun begun in right good earnest. Soon there was a call among the

younger part of the company for "Blind Mans' Buff." Grandma, who from

her quiet corner watched the scene of mirth with as much enjoyment

as the youngest present, was disposed to dispute the name, saying that

in her young days the game was known by the name of "Blind Harry," and

when the point was finally settled the game began, and was for some time

continued with unabated enjoyment. Aunt Lucinda even allowed herself to

be blinded and a very efficient blind woman did she prove, as many of

the youngsters could testify who endeavoured to escape from her vigorous

grasp. When the company became tired of this lively, but somewhat

laborious amusement it was quickly succeeded by others of an equally

lively character, which was continued for some two or three hours, and

it was not till the tall clock in the corner of the kitchen tolled the

hour of one that a move was made for the company to break up; and after

a somewhat lengthy search in the hall for countless shawls, veils,

gloves, and wrappers, each one was at last fortunate enough to find up

their own, and the merry company took their respective ways home beneath

the silver light of the full moon; and, half an hour later, sleep had

settled over the inmates of the old farm-house. Afterwards in giving a

description of the apple-paring bee to my mother, I allowed that it

surpassed in enjoyment any thing in which I had ever before participated.

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