_COSEY CORNER._
VACATION was over, the boys went back to school, and poor Mac was left
lamenting. He was out of the darkened room now, and promoted to blue
goggles, through which he took a gloomy view of life, as might have been
expected; for there was nothing he could do but wander about, and try to
amuse himself without using his eyes. Any one who has ever been
condemned to that sort of idleness knows how irksome it is, and can
understand the state of mind which caused Mac to say to Rose in a
desperate tone one day,--
"Look here, if you don't invent some new employment or amusement for me,
I shall knock myself on the head as sure as you live."
Rose flew to Uncle Alec for advice, and he ordered both patient and
nurse to the mountains for a month, with Aunt Jessie and Jamie as
escort. Pokey and her mother joined the party, and one bright September
morning six very happy-looking people were aboard the express train for
Portland,--two smiling mammas, laden with luncheon baskets and wraps; a
pretty young girl with a bag of books on her arm; a tall, thin lad with
his hat over his eyes; and two small children, who sat with their short
legs straight out before them, and their chubby faces beaming with the
first speechless delight of "truly travelling."
An especially splendid sunset seemed to have been prepared to welcome
them when, after a long day's journey, they drove into a wide, green
door-yard, where a white colt, a red cow, two cats, four kittens, many
hens, and a dozen people, old and young, were gayly disporting
themselves. Every one nodded and smiled in the friendliest manner, and a
lively old lady kissed the new-comers all round, as she said heartily,--
"Well, now, I'm proper glad to see you! Come right in and rest, and
we'll have tea in less than no time, for you must be tired. Lizzie, you
show the folks upstairs; Kitty, you fly round and help father in with
the trunks; and Jenny and I will have the table all ready by the time
you come down. Bless the dears, they want to go see the pussies, and so
they shall!"
The three pretty daughters did "fly round," and every one felt at home
at once, all were so hospitable and kind. Aunt Jessie had raptures over
the home-made carpets, quilts, and quaint furniture; Rose could not keep
away from the windows, for each framed a lovely picture; and the little
folks made friends at once with the other children, who filled their
arms with chickens and kittens, and did the honors handsomely.
The toot of a horn called all to supper, and a goodly party, including
six children besides the Campbells, assembled in the long dining-room,
armed with mountain appetites and the gayest spirits. It was impossible
for any one to be shy or sober, for such gales of merriment arose they
blew the starch out of the stiffest, and made the saddest jolly. Mother
Atkinson, as all called their hostess, was the merriest there, and the
busiest; for she kept flying up to wait on the children, to bring out
some new dish, or to banish the live stock, who were of such a social
turn that the colt came into the entry and demanded sugar; the cats sat
about in people's laps, winking suggestively at the food; and speckled
hens cleared the kitchen floor of crumbs, as they joined in the chat
with a cheerful clucking.
Everybody turned out after tea to watch the sunset till all the lovely
red was gone, and mosquitoes wound their shrill horns to sound the
retreat. The music of an organ surprised the new-comers, and in the
parlor they found Father Atkinson playing sweetly on the little
instrument made by himself. All the children gathered about him, and,
led by the tuneful sisters, sang prettily till Pokey fell asleep behind
the door, and Jamie gaped audibly right in the middle of his favorite,--
"Coo," said the little doves: "Coo," said she,
"All in the top of the old pine-tree."
The older travellers, being tired, went to "bye low" at the same time,
and slept like tops in home-spun sheets, on husk mattresses made by
Mother Atkinson, who seemed to have put some soothing powder among them,
so deep and sweet was the slumber that came.
Next day began the wholesome out-of-door life, which works such wonders
with tired minds and feeble bodies. The weather was perfect, and the
mountain air made the children as frisky as young lambs; while the
elders went about smiling at one another, and saying, "Isn't it
splendid?" Even Mac, the "slow coach," was seen to leap over a fence as
if he really could not help it; and when Rose ran after him with his
broad-brimmed hat, he made the spirited proposal to go into the woods
and hunt for a catamount.
Jamie and Pokey were at once enrolled in the Cosey Corner Light
Infantry,--a truly superb company, composed entirely of officers, all
wearing cocked hats, carrying flags, waving swords, or beating drums. It
was a spectacle to stir the dullest soul when this gallant band marched
out of the yard in full regimentals, with Captain Dove--a solemn,
big-headed boy of eleven--issuing his orders with the gravity of a
general, and his Falstaffian regiment obeying them with more docility
than skill. The little Snow children did very well, and Lieutenant Jack
Dove was fine to see; so was Drummer Frank, the errand-boy of the house,
as he rub-a-dub-dubbed with all his heart and drumsticks. Jamie had
"trained" before, and was made a colonel at once; but Pokey was the best
of all, and called forth a spontaneous burst of applause from the
spectators as she brought up the rear, her cocked hat all over one eye,
her flag trailing over her shoulder, and her wooden sword straight up in
the air; her face beaming and every curl bobbing with delight as her fat
legs tottered in the vain attempt to keep step manfully.
Mac and Rose were picking blackberries in the bushes beside the road
when the soldiers passed without seeing them, and they witnessed a sight
that was both pretty and comical. A little farther on was one of the
family burial spots so common in those parts, and just this side of it
Captain Fred Dove ordered his company to halt, explaining his reason for
so doing in the following words:--
"That's a graveyard, and it's proper to muffle the drums and lower the
flags as we go by, and we'd better take off our hats, too; it's more
respectable, I think."
"Isn't that cunning of the dears?" whispered Rose, as the little troop
marched slowly by to the muffled roll of the drums, every flag and sword
held low, all the little heads uncovered, and the childish faces very
sober as the leafy shadows flickered over them.
"Let's follow and see what they are after," proposed Mac, who found
sitting on a wall and being fed with blackberries luxurious but
tiresome.
So they followed and heard the music grow lively, saw the banners wave
in the breeze again when the graveyard was passed, and watched the
company file into the dilapidated old church that stood at the corner of
three woodland roads. Presently the sound of singing made the outsiders
quicken their steps, and, stealing up, they peeped in at one of the
broken windows.
Captain Dove was up in the old wooden pulpit, gazing solemnly down upon
his company, who, having stacked their arms in the porch, now sat in the
bare pews singing a Sunday-school hymn with great vigor and relish.
"Let us pray," said Captain Dove, with as much reverence as an army
chaplain; and, folding his hands, he repeated a prayer which he thought
all would know,--an excellent little prayer, but not exactly appropriate
to the morning, for it was,--
"Now I lay me down to sleep."
Every one joined in saying it, and it was a pretty sight to see the
little creatures bowing their curly heads and lisping out the words they
knew so well. Tears came into Rose's eyes as she looked; Mac took his
hat off involuntarily, and then clapped it on again as if ashamed of
showing any feeling.
"Now I shall preach you a short sermon, and my text is, 'Little
children, love one another.' I asked mamma to give me one, and she
thought that would be good; so you all sit still and I'll preach it. You
mustn't whisper, Marion, but hear _me_. It means that we should be good
to each other, and play fair, and not quarrel as we did this very day
about the wagon. Jack can't always drive, and needn't be mad because I
like to go with Frank. Annette ought to be horse sometimes and not
always driver; and Willie may as well make up his mind to let Marion
build her house by his, for she _will_ do it, and he needn't fuss about
it. Jamie seems to be a good boy, but I shall preach to him if he isn't.
No, Pokey, people don't kiss in church or put their hats on. Now you
must all remember what I tell you, because I'm the captain, and you
should mind me."
Here Lieutenant Jack spoke right out in meeting with the rebellious
remark,--
"Don't care if you are; you'd better mind yourself, and tell how you
took away my strap, and kept the biggest doughnut, and didn't draw fair
when we had the truck."
"Yes, and you slapped Frank; I saw you," bawled Willie Snow, bobbing up
in his pew.
"And you took my book away and hid it 'cause I wouldn't go and swing
when you wanted me to," added Annette, the oldest of the Snow trio.
"I _shan't_ build my house by Willie's if he don't want me to, so now!"
put in little Marion, joining the mutiny.
"I _will_ tiss Dimmy! and I tored up my hat 'tause a pin picked me,"
shouted Pokey, regardless of Jamie's efforts to restrain her.
Captain Dove looked rather taken aback at this outbreak in the ranks;
but, being a dignified and calm personage, he quelled the rising
rebellion with great tact and skill by saying, briefly,--
"We will sing the last hymn; 'Sweet, sweet good-by,'--you all know that,
so do it nicely, and then we will go and have luncheon."
Peace was instantly restored, and a burst of melody drowned the
suppressed giggles of Rose and Mac, who found it impossible to keep
sober during the latter part of this somewhat remarkable service.
Fifteen minutes of repose rendered it a physical impossibility for the
company to march out as quietly as they had marched in. I grieve to
state that the entire troop raced home as hard as they could pelt, and
were soon skirmishing briskly over their lunch, utterly oblivious of
what Jamie (who had been much impressed by the sermon) called "the
captain's beautiful teck."
It was astonishing how much they all found to do at Cosey Corner; and
Mac, instead of lying in a hammock and being read to, as he had
expected, was busiest of all. He was invited to survey and lay out
Skeeterville, a town which the children were getting up in a huckleberry
pasture; and he found much amusement in planning little roads, staking
off house-lots, attending to the water-works, and consulting with the
"selectmen" about the best sites for public buildings; for Mac was a boy
still, in spite of his fifteen years and his love of books.
Then he went fishing with a certain jovial gentleman from the West; and
though they seldom caught any thing but colds, they had great fun and
exercise chasing the phantom trout they were bound to have. Mac also
developed a geological mania, and went tapping about at rocks and
stones, discoursing wisely of "strata, periods, and fossil remains;"
while Rose picked up leaves and lichens, and gave him lessons in botany,
in return for his lectures on geology.
They led a very merry life; for the Atkinson girls kept up a sort of
perpetual picnic; and did it so capitally, that one was never tired of
it. So their visitors throve finely, and long before the month was out
it was evident that Dr. Alec had prescribed the right medicine for his
patients.