The old woman had not yet returned from church, or from the weekly gossip or neighbourly tea which succeeded. The husband sat in the kitchen, spelling the psalms for the day in his Prayer-book, and reading the words out aloud--a habit he had acquired from the double solitude of his life, for he was deaf. He did not hear the quiet entrance of the pair, and they were struck with the sort of ghostly echo which seems to haunt half-furnished and uninhabited houses. The verses he was reading were the following:--
"Why art thou so vexed, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
"O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God."
And when he had finished he shut the book, and sighed with the satisfaction of having done his duty. The words of holy trust, though, perhaps, they were not fully understood, carried a faithful peace down into the depths of his soul. As he looked up, he saw the young couple standing in the middle of the floor. He pushed his iron-rimmed spectacles. on to his forehead, and rose to greet the daughter of his old master and ever-honoured mistress.
"God bless thee, lass! God bless thee! My old eyes are glad to see thee again."
Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."
Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.
They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.
- He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
- wished to make war. He had never been to see the Governor,
- fled and Tecumseh turned upon some English officers who
- behind logs and in the earth, like a ground-hog. Give me
- she had come to believe, since otherwise he would have
- the nightmare of all who slept in a hostile Indian country,
- The latter returned the compliment by pointing out Tecumseh
- we, therefore wish to remain here and fight our enemy,
- the sailors bought with a stick of tobacco, of the value
- in purchasing the lands from the Indians, as a mighty flood,
- should they make their appearance. If they defeat us, we
- hostile. The great war-belt was sent around to the neighboring
- wooden steps. He drew himself closely to these, and directed
- the bark a plan of the country, showing its hills, rivers,
- For us, our lives are in the hands of the Great Spirit.
- Extending his right arm and turning his face toward the
- moving westward. Then, one day, he announced that half
- Father, you have got the arms and ammunition which our
- him, and said that certain white men were the instigators
- some mistake in the compounding of his medicine. The
- could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich
- rushed upon the American lines. The Indians were commanded
- had no business to interfere, since, on the arrival of
- rolled his eye (he had but one) piously toward heaven and
- They were approaching the river, and there was a fog to-night!
- The Cherokees, the Osages, the Seminoles, were all ready
- In this the great chief showed his shrewdness, knowing
- of the Wabash, inviting them to remove and join their brethren
- rising, was gradually flooding the cave of the dragon.
- One day a number of young Shawnee Warriors wagered him
- the Indians not of his immediate party to cross the river
- Elskwatawa shared to some extent the great talents of his
- the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
- to which Tecumseh now devoted all his genius and energies
- news of the old prophet's death reached Laulewasikaw he
- with the attack upon Fort Meigs. It seems that Colonel
- golden dragon. Max pulled the keys from his pocket, and
- on board a ship, to be sent to Montreal. Tecumseh had an
- the blood thirsty savages to attempt to injure another
- sure that the commander was meditating a retreat. He demanded,
- a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
- much believed in by the Indians, and said that those who
- you would in a few moons see our flag wave over all the
- Well, said Tecumseh, as the Great Chief is to settle
- the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
- in the struggle. In an attack on a certain fort Cheeseekau
- led her by the hand out of the house. He returned to the
- the blood thirsty savages to attempt to injure another
- skin, how he had passed the night. He seemed perfectly
- to awaken the Indians to a realization of what they were