Identifier: quabbinstoryofsm00underich (find matches)
Title: Quabbin; the story of a small town with outlooks upon Puritan life
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Underwood, Francis Henry, 1825-1894
Subjects: Enfield (Mass.)
Publisher: Boston, Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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y ; an then month arter month therewas nothin but waitin an dreadin, no news. In twoyears the owners gin up all hope, an I wanted ter puton mournin, but the folks wouldnt hear ont. WhatI suffered in them two years, nobody but God knows !I wonder Im alive. * Wal, there was a storekeeper daown thar, a decentenough man, whod lost his wife, an he come an axedme. to be a mother to his little childern. But when Ithought o my Charles, my heart riz right up agin thisman. Who knows, thought I, ef Charles aint naowon one o them cannible islands, livin on bananas an*cokernuts, or waitin in some strange corner v th airthfor a chance to git hum ! I thanked the storekeeperan sent im bout his business ; I couldnt be motherto any mans childern but Charleys. I hed another offer, but thet didnt take no time toahnswer. So father sez to me, sez he, * Keziah, yeoudbetter not go mournin all yeour days. Arter Im goneyeouU need somebody to take keer o ye. Dont throwway all yeour chances. Good men air skurce.
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HO IV THE POOR WERE CARED FOR 8/ * I ahnswered kinder lightly ; — I was so baound upin Charles that I couldnt think of another man. I might a had a hum o my own to-day, instid obein tossed about from pillar to -post, like a pieceo worn-out furnitur. I might a ben some darlinsmother instid of bein everybodys aunt. Seems efGod oughtnt let folks come inter the world thet hedont mean to take better keer on. He oughtnt to vegin me feelins, jest ter torment me a while, an thenhev em dry up, like a last years hollyhock. ^Howsever, Id made my bed, an I hed to lay in t.I wouldnt merry the men that wanted me, an bimebyI come ter be so peaked with my sorrers, thet no manwuth lookin at would ve had me. Fust mother died, then father. He hadnt muchmoney, an my brothers said, Lets go up in the westpart o the State an buy a farm ; an you kin live withus. I let em do what they wanted, an went with cm.I didnt much keer fer anythin in life. They bought land, an part ont ought ter be mine,but taint. Th

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