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off, then the great question comes in, How will he get there? And he feels lots of times that he must stand up soā€™s to bring his head up above the mullien and burdock stalks, amongst which he is a settinā€™, and get a wider view-a broader horizeon. And he feels lots of time, that he must get there.

This is a sort of a curius world, and it makes me feel curius a good deal of the time as we go through it. But we have to make allowances for it, for the old world is on a tramp, too. It canā€™t seem to stop a minute to oil up its old axeltrysā€”it moves on, and takes us with it. It seems to be in a hurry.

Everything seems to be in a hurry here below. And some say Heaven is a place of continual sailinā€™ round and goinā€™ up and up all the time. But while risinā€™ up and soarinā€™ is a sweet thought to me, still sometimes I love to think that Heaven is a place where I can set down, and set for some time.

I told Josiah so (waked him up, for he wuz asleep), and he said he sot more store on the golden streets, and the wavinā€™ palms, and the procession of angels. (And then he went to sleep agin.)

But I donā€™t feel so. Iā€™d love, as I say, to jest set down for quite a spell, and set there, to be kinder settled down and to home with them whose presence makes a home anywhere. I wouldnā€™t give a cent to sail round unless I wuz made to know it wuz my duty to sail. Josiah wants to.

But, as I say, everybody is in a hurry. Husbands canā€™t hardly find time to keep up a acquaintance with their wives. Fathers donā€™t have no time to get up a intimate acquaintance with their children. Mothers are in such a hurryā€”babys are in such a hurryā€”that they canā€™t scarcely find time to be born. And I declare forā€™t, it seems sometimes as if folks donā€™t want to take time to die.

The old folks at home wait with faithful, tired old eyes for the letter that donā€™t come, for the busy son or daughter hasnā€™t time to write itā€”no, they are too busy a tearinā€™ up the running vine of affection and home love, and a runninā€™ with it.

Yes, the hull nation is in a hurry to get somewhere else, to go on, it canā€™t wait. It is a trampinā€™ on over the Western slopes, a trampinā€™ over red men, and black men, and some white men a hurryinā€™ on to the Westā€”hurryinā€™ on to the sea. And what then?

Is there a tide of restfulness a layinā€™ before it? Some cool waters of repose where it will bathe its tired forward, and its stun-bruised feet, and set there for some time?

I donā€™t sā€™pose so. I donā€™t sā€™pose it is in its nater to. I sā€™pose it will look off longingly onto the far off somewhere that lays over the watersā€”beyend the sunset.

JOSIAH ALLENā€™S WIFE.

NEW YORK, June, 1887.

Chapter I.
SAMANTHA AT SARATOGA.

The idee onā€™t come to me one day about sundown, or a little before sundown. I wuz a settinā€™ in calm peace, and a big rockinā€™ chair covered with a handsome copperplate, a readinā€™ what the Sammist sez about ā€œVanity, vanity, all is vanity.ā€ The words struck deep, and as I said, it was jest that very minute that the idee struck me about goinā€™ to Saratoga. Why I should have had the idee at jest that minute, I canā€™t tell, nor Josiah canā€™t. We have talked about it sense.

But good land! such creeters as thoughts be never wuz, nor never will be. They will creep in, and round, and over anything, and get inside of your mind (entirely unbeknown to you) at any time. Curious, haint it?ā€”How you may try to hedge ā€™em out, and shet the doors and everything. But they will creep up into your mind, climb up and draw up their ladders, and there they will be, and stalk round independent as if they owned your hull head; curious!

Well, there the idee wuzā€”I never knew nothinā€™ about it, nor how it got there. But there it wuz, lookinā€™ me right in the face of my soul, kinder pert and saucy, sayinā€™, ā€œYouā€™d better go to Saratoga next summer; you and Josiah.ā€

But I argued with it. Sez I, ā€œWhat should we go to Saratoga for? None of the relations live there on my side, or on hison; why should we go?ā€

But still that idee kepā€™ a hantin me; ā€œYouā€™d better go to Saratoga next summer, you and Josiah.ā€ And it whispered, ā€œMebby it will help Josiahā€™s corns.ā€ (He is dretful troubled with corns.) And so the idee kepā€™ a nagginā€™ me, it nagged me for three days and three nights before I mentioned it to my Josiah. And when I did, he scorfed at the idee. He said, ā€œThe idee of water curing them dumb cornsā€”ā€œ

Sez I, ā€œJosiah Allen, stranger things have been done;ā€ sez I, ā€œthat water is very strong. It does wonders.ā€

And he scorfed agin and sez, ā€œDonā€™t you believe faith could cure em?ā€

Sez I, ā€œIf it wuz strong enough it could.ā€

But the thought kep a nagginā€™ me stiddy, and thenā€”here is the curious part of itā€”the thought nagged me, and I nagged Josiah, or not exactly nagged; not a clear nag; I despise them, and always did. But I kinder kepā€™ it before his mind from day to day, and from hour to hour. And the idee would keep a tellinā€™ me things and I would keep a tellinā€™ ā€™em to my companion. The idee would keep a sayinā€™ to me, ā€œIt is one of the most beautiful places in our native land. The waters will help you, the inspirinā€™ music, and elegance and gay enjoyment you will find there, will sort a uplift you. You had better go there on a tower;ā€ and agin it sez, ā€œMebby it will help Josiahā€™s corns.ā€

And old Dr. Gale a happeninā€™ in at about that time, I asked him about it (he doctored me when I wuz a baby, and I have helped ā€™em for years. Good old creetur, he donā€™t get along as well as he ort to. Loontown is a healthy place.) I told him about my strong desire to go to Saratoga, and I asked him plain if he thought the water would help my pardnerā€™s corns. And he looked dreadful wise and he riz up and walked across the floor 2 and fro several times, probably 3 times to, and the same number of times fro, with his arms crossed back under the skirt of his coat and his eyebrows knit in deep thought, before he answered me. Finely he said, that modern science had not fully demonstrated yet the direct bearing of water on corn. In some cases it might and probably did stimulate ā€™em to greater luxuriance, and then again a great flow of water might retard their growth.

Sez I, anxiously, ā€œThen youā€™d advise me to go there with him?ā€

ā€œYes,ā€ sez he, ā€œon the hull, I advise you to go.ā€

Them words I reported to Josiah, and sez I in anxious axents, ā€œDr. Gale advises us to go.ā€

And Josiah sez, ā€œI guess I shanā€™t mind what that old fool sez.ā€

Them wuz my pardnerā€™s words, much as I hate to tell on ā€™em. But from day to day I kepā€™ it stiddy before him, how dangā€™rā€™us it wuz to go agā€™inst a doctorā€™s advice. And from day to day he would scorf at the plan. And I, evā€™ry now and then, and mebby oftener, would get him a extra good meal, and attack him on the subject immegatly afterwards. But all in vain. And I see that when he had that immovible sotness onto him, one extra meal wouldnā€™t soften or molify him. No, I see plain I must make a more voyalent effort. And I made it. For three stiddy days I put before that man the best vittles that these hands could make, or this brain could plan.

And at the end of the 3d day I gently tackled him agin on the subject, and his state wuz such, bland, serene, happified, that he consented without a parlay. And so it wuz settled that the next summer we wuz to go to Saratoga. And he began to count on it and make preparation in a way that I hated to see.

Yes, from the very minute that our two minds wuz made up to go to Saratoga Josiah Allen wuz set on havinā€™ sunthin new and uneek in the way of dress and whiskers. I looked coldly on the idee of puttinā€™ a gay stripe down the legs of the new pantaloons I made for him, and broke it up, also a figured vest. I went through them two crisises and came out triumphent.

Then he went and bought a new bright pink necktie with broad long ends which he intended to have float out, down the front of his vest. And I immegatly took it for the light-colored blocks in my silk log-cabin bedquilt. Yes, I settled the matter of that pink neck-gear with a high hand and a pair of shears. And Josiah sez now that he bought it for that purpose, for the bedquilt, because he loves to see a dressy quilt,ā€”sez he always enjoys seeinā€™ a cabin look sort oā€™ gay. But good land! he didnā€™t. He intended and calculated to wear that neck-tie into Saratoga,ā€”a sight for men and angels, if I hadnā€™t broke it up.

But in the matter of whiskers, there I was powerless. He trimmed ā€™em (unbeknow to me) all off the side of his face, them good honerable side whiskers of hisen, that had stood by him for years in solemnity and decency, and begun to cultivate a little patch on the end of his chin. I argued with him, and talked well on the subject, eloquent, but it wuz of no use, I might as well have argued with the wind in March.

He said, he wuz bound on goinā€™ into Saratoga with a fashionable whisker, come what would.

And then I sithed, and he sez,ā€”ā€œ You have broke up my pantaloons, my vest, and my neck-tie, you have ground me down onto plain broadcloth, but in the matter of whiskers I am firm! Yes!ā€ sez he ā€œon these whiskers I take my stand!ā€

And agin I sithed heavy, and I sez in a dretful impressive way, as I looked on ā€™em, ā€œJosiah Allen, remember you are a father and a grandfather!ā€

And he sez firmly, ā€œIf I wuz a great-grandfather I would trim my whiskers in jest this way, that is if I wuz a goinā€™ to set up to be fashionable and a goinā€™ to Saratoga for my health.ā€

And I groaned kinder low to myself, and kepā€™ hopinā€™ that mebby they wouldnā€™t grow very fast, or that some axident would happen to ā€™em, that they would get afire or sunthinā€™. But they didnā€™t. And they grew from day to day luxurient in length, but thin. And his watchful care kepā€™ ā€™em from axident, and I wuz too high princepled to set fire to ā€™em when he wuz asleep, though sometimes, on a moonlight night, I was tempted to, sorely tempted.

But I didnā€™t, and they grew from day to day, till they wuz the curiusest lookinā€™ patch oā€™ whiskers that I ever see. And when we sot out for Saratoga, they wuz jest about as long as a shavinā€™ brush, and looked some like one. There wuz no look of a class-leader, and a perfesser about ā€™em, and I told him so. But he worshiped ā€™em, and gloried in the idee of goinā€™ afar to show ā€™em off.

But the neighbors received the news that we wuz goinā€™ to a waterinā€™ place coldly, or with ill-concealed envy.

Uncle Jonas Bently told us he shouldnā€™t think we would want to go round to waterinā€™ troughs at our age.

And I told him it wuznā€™t a waterinā€™ trough, and if it wuz, I thought our age wuz jest as good a one as any, to go to it.

He had the impression that Saratoga wuz a immense waterinā€™ trough where the country all drove themselves summers to be watered. He is deef as a Hemlock post, and I yelled up at him jest as loud as I dast for fear of breakinā€™ open my own chest, that the water got into us, instid of our gettinā€™ into the water, but I didnā€™t make him understand, for I hearn afterwards of his sayinā€™ that, as

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