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« Ketchum ! Ketchum !” echoed a shrill voice from within the pinned-up sheets in one corner, and I might have thought the woman was setting the dog at us, if I had not recognized the dulcet-treble of the fair Irene from the other bed Pa, pa, get up, can 't you?"
Thus conjured, the master of the mansion tried to overcome the still potent effects of his evening pota. tions, enough to understand what was the matter, but in vain. He could only exclaim, “What the devil's got into the women?” and down went the head again.
Mrs. Ketchum had, by this time, exchanged the night for the day car, and made herself, otherwise, tolerably presentable. She said she had supposed we were not coming, it was so late; (it was just half-past eight,) and then, like many other poor souls I have known, tried hard to hide her husband's real difficulty.
6. He was so tired!” she said.
How long the next hour seemed! A summer day in some company I wot of, would not seem half as tedi.
It took all papa's ingenuity, and more than all mamma's patience to amuse the poor children, till mat. ters were arranged; but at length the important matter of supper being in some sort concluded, preparations were made for "retiracy."
Up the stick-ladder we all paced " slowly and sadly." Miss Irene preceding us with the remnant of the long twelve, leaving all below in darkness. The aspect of our lodging-place was rather portentous. Two bed. steads, which looked as if they might, by no very vio. lent freak of nature, have grown into their present form, a good deal of bark being yet upon them,
occupied the end opposite the stairs; and between them was a window, without either glass or shutterthat is to say, politeness aside,, a square hole in the house. Three beds spread upon the floor, two chests, and a spinning-wheel, with reel and swifts, completed the plenishing of the room. Two of the beds were already tenanted, as the vibrations of the floor might have told us without the aid of ears, (people snore in. credibly after ploughing all day,) and the remainder were at our service. The night air pouring in at the aperture seemed to me likely to bring death on its dewy wings, and when I looked up and saw the stars shining through the crevices in the roof, I thought I might ven. ture to have the wider rent closed, although I had been sensible of some ill resulting from the close quarters at Danforth's So a quilt, that invaluable resource in the woods, was stuck up before the window, and the unhinged cover of one of the chests was used as a lid for the stair-way, for fear the children might fall down. Sheets served to partition off a “ tyring room” round my bed-an expedient frequently resorted to—and so dangerous that it is wonderful that so few houses are burnt down in this country. And thus passed my first night in Montacute.
I do not remember experiencing, at any time in my life, a sense of more complete uncomfortableness than was my lot, on awaking the next morning. It seemed to arise entirely from my anticipations of the awk. ward and tedious inconveniences of our temporary so. journ at this place, where every thing was so different from our ideas of comfort, or even decency. But I have since been convinced, that sleeping in
hausted atmosphere, of which those who slept on the bedsteads felt the effect more sensibly than those who lay on the floor, had no small agency in producing this depression of spirits, so unusual with me.
Be this as it may, my troubles, when the children were to be washed and dressed, became real and tangi. ble enough; for, however philosophical grown people may sometimes be under disagreeables consequent upon a change of habits, children are very epicures, and will put up with nothing that is unpleasant to them, without at least making a noise, which I do detest and dread; though I know mothers ought to “get used to such things.” I have heard that cels get accustomed to being skinned, but I doubt the fact.
That morning was the first and the last time I ever attempted to carry through the ordinary nursery routine, in a log-hut, without a servant; and with a skillet for a wash-basin.
The little things did get dressed after a while, how. ever, and were safely escorted down the stick-ladder, and it was really a pleasure to see them careering round the house, rioting in their freedom, and to hear now and then a merry laugh, awakening the echoes. Children are the true bijouterie of the woods and wilds. How weary would my last three years have been, with. out the cares and troubles they have brought me !
Our breakfast, of undistinguishable green tea, milk. rising bread, and salt ham, did not consume much time, and most fortunately we here found milk for the chil. dren, who of course made out sumptuously. It was the first time since we left Detroit, that we had been able to procure more than a small allowance for the tea.
My first care was to inquire where I might be able to procure a domestic, for I saw plainly I must not expect any aid from Miss Irene or her younger sister, who were just such captive-princess" looking damsels as Miss Martineau mentions having seen at a country inn somewhere on her tour.
“ Well, I don't know,” said Mrs. Ketchum in reply to my questions ; “ there was a young lady here yes. terday that was saying she did n't know but she'd live out a spell till she'd bought her a new dress.”
“Oh! but I wish to get a girl who will remain with me; I should not like to change often.”
Mrs. Ketchum smiled rather scornfully at this, and said there were not many girls about here that cared to live out long at a time.
My spirits fell at this view of the matter. Some of my dear theorizing friends in the civilized world had dissuaded me most earnestly from bringing a maid with me.
6. She would always be discontented and anxious to return; and you'll find plenty of good farmer's daughters ready to live with you for the sake of earning a little money.”
Good souls! how little did they know of Michigan ! I have since that day seen the interior of many a wretched dwelling, with almost literally nothing in it but a bed, a chest, and a table ; children ragged to the last degree, and potatoes the only fare; but never yet saw I one where the daughter was willing to own herself obliged to live out at service. She would “hire out" long enough to buy some article of dress perhaps, or “because our folks have been sick, and want a little
money to pay the doctor,” or for some such special reason; but never as a regular calling, or with an acknowledgment of inferior station.
This state of things appalled me at first; but I have learned a better philosophy since. I find no difficulty now in getting such aid as I require, and but little in retaining it as long as I wish, though there is always a desire of making an occasional display of independence. Since living with one for wages is considered by common consent a favour, I take it as a favour ; and, this point once conceded, all goes well. Perhaps I have been peculiarly fortunate; but certainly with one or two exceptions, I have little or nothing to complain of on this essential point of domestic comfort.
To be sure, I had one damsel who crammed herself almost to suffocation with sweatmeats and other things which she esteemed very nice; and ate up her own pies and cake, to the exclusion of those for whom they were intended; who would put her head in at a door, with—" Miss Clavers, did you holler? I thought I heered a yell.”
And another who was highly offended, because room was not made for her at table with guests from the city, and that her company was not requested for tea-visits. And this latter high-born damsel sent in from the kitchen a circumstantial account in writing, of the instances wherein she considered herself aggrieved ; well written it was too, and expressed with much naïveté, and abundant respect. I answered it in the way
which “ turneth away wrath." Yet it was not long before this fiery spirit was aroused again, and I was forced to part with my country belle. But these instances are not