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THE SEAFORTH NEWS
THURSDAY, SEPT. 15, 1938
The Little
Orphan
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boats of Uncle 51 ripping the 'briars.
Then wecane into the. blackness of
the thick timber and I could hear
him feeling his way over the dead
leaves with his carie. I got down,
shortly, and walked 'beside him, hold-
ing on to the rifle with one hand. We
stdnrbled, often, and were long in the
trail 'before we could see the moon-
light thnoagh the ee tree cal
umns. In
the clearing I climbed to my seat
again and by and by we carne to the
'road where my companion sat down
resting his load on a ,boulder,
"Pretty hot, 'Miele 'Eb, pretty hot,"
he said to himself" fanning his brow
with that old felt hat he wore every-
where, "'Weve come three mile er
more without a stop an' I guess .we'd
better rest a jiffy."
My legs ached too, and 'I was get-
ting very sleepy. I remember the jolt
of the basket as he rose, and 'bearing
him say, "Well, Uncle Eb, I guess
we'd 'better 'be •goin';'
The elbow that held 'my head, ly-
ing on the rim of the basket, was al-
ready numb; but the prickling could
no •longer rouse me, and hall -dead
with weariness, I fell asleep. Uncle
E'b has told me since, that I tumbled
Ont of the 'basket once, and that he
had a ',time of ,it getting me in again,
but I remember nothing more of
that day's history.
When I woke in the morning, I
could hear the crackling of fire, and
felt very warm and cosy wrapped in
the 'big shawl. I got a cheery greet-
ing from Uncle Eb, who was feeding
the fire with a big heap of sticks that
he had piled together, Old Fred was
licking my Bands with his rough ton-
gue, and I suppose that is what wak-
ed tnc. Tea was steeping in the little
pot that !rung oser the fire, and our
breakfast of boiled egigs and bread
and butter 'lay an a paper ,beside it. I
remember well the scene of our lit-
tle camp that morning. We had 'come
to a strange country, and there was
uo road itt sight, A wooded hill lay
back of us, and, just before, ran a
noisy little brook, win -cling 'between.
smooth banks, through a long pasture
into a dense wood. Behind a wall on
the opposite shore a great field of
rustling corn filled a broad valley and
stood higher than a man's head.
While .I went to wash my face in
the clear water 'Uncle lib was husk-
ing .sonic ears of corn that he took
out of his pocket and had them roast-
ing over the fire in a moment. We ate
heartily giving Fred ttv,, big slices of
hreacl and butter, packing up with
enough remaining for another clay.
Breakfast over we doused the fire
and Uncle lb put on his basket. He
made after a egairrel, presently, with
all Fred, and brought him down out
of a tree by hnrliug stones at hint and
then the faithful follower of our camp
got a bit 'of meat for his breakfast.
'We climbed the wall, as he ate, and
buried ourselves in the deep corn.
The fragrant. silky tassels ,brushed my
face and the corn hissed at our intru-
sion, crossing its green sabres in ear
path, Far in the field my companion
heaped a little of the soft earth for a
pillow, spread the oil cloth 'between
rows and, as we lay down, drew the
big draw] over us. 'Uncle Eb was
tired after the toil of that night and
went asleep almost as loan as he was
down. Before I dropped off Fred
cadre and licked my face and stepped
over me, his tail wagging for leave,
and curled upon the shawl at my feet.
I could see no sky in that gloomy'
green aisle of corn. This going to bed
in the morning seemed a foolish busi-
ness to cmc that day and I lay a long
time looking up at the rustling cano-
py overhead. I remember listening to
the waves that came whispering out
of the further field, nearer and nearer,
until they stcept over us with a roar,
ing awash of leaves, like that of wa-
ter 'flooding among rocks, as I have
heard it often. A twinge of homesick-
ness cadre to me and the snoring of
Uncle Eb gave me no comfort. I re-
member covering my head and crying
softly as '1 thought of those who had
gone away and whom I was to meet
in a far countrry, called Heaven, whi-
ther we were going. I forgot my sot -
row, finally, in sleep. When I awoke
it had grown dusk -under the corn. I
felt for 'Uncle Eb and he was gone.
Then I called to him.
"Hush, boyl lie 'bow," he whispered,
bending over inc, a sharp look in his
eye. "lFraid they're after .us."
He sat -kneeling beside me, holding
Fred by the collar and listening, I
could hear voices, the rustle of the
corn and the tramp of feet near 'by. It
was thundering in the distance—that
heavy, shaking thtandert that seems to
take hold of the earth, and there were
sounds in the cam like the drawing
of sabres and the rush of many .feet,
The noisy thunder clouds came near-
er and the voices that had made us
tremble were no longer heard. Uncle
Eb 'began to fasten the oil blanket to
the stalks of corn for a shelter, The
rain came roaring over us. The sound
of it was like that mf a host of cavalry
conning at a gallop. We lay bracing
the stalks, the blanket tied above us
and were quite dry for a -time, The
rain rattled in the sounding sheaves
.01 all the people that ever went,gan playing we children had to get
well out of the way, and keep our die-
tame, I remember now the look of
hint, then—his thin face, his soft
black eyes, his long nose, the. suit of
broadcloth, the stock and standing
collar and, above all, the solemnity in
his manner when that big devil of a
thing was leaning on his breast.
As to his playing d have never
heard a more fearful sound in any
time of peace or one less ,creditable to
a Christian. Week -days he was ad-
dicted to the milder sin of the flute
and, after chores, ii there were no
one to tack with him, he -would sit
long and pour his soul into that
magic bar of 'boxwood.
Uncle lee had another great accom-
plishment. He was what they call in
the north country "a natural cooper•"
After nightfall, when the corn wars
west that expedition was the most
remarkable. A small bay in a big
basket on the back .of a jolly old
man, who carried a cane in one hand,
a rifle in the other; a :black dog serv-
ing as scout, skirmisher and -rear
guard—that was the size of it. They
were the survivors of a ruined 'home
in the north of Vermont, and were
traveling far into the valley of the
St. Lawrence, 'bet with no particular
destination.
Midsenttiter had passed them in
their journey; their c]cthee were cov-
ered with dust: their faces browning in
the hot sun. it was a very small boy
that sat 'inside the beeket and clung
to the rim, hie tow head :raking as
the old man walked. He sate wonder-
ful things, day after day, looking.
dawn at the .green ileitis or peering
into the gloomy reaches of the :wood; ripening, he spoke in a whisper and
and he talked ahem them, '.tad his oar cocked for coons. Bttt he
loved all kinds of good fun.
So this man had a boy in his heart
and a 'boy in his 'basket that evening
we left the old !rouse. My father and
mother and older 'brother lied been
drowned in the lake, where they had
gone for a day of pleasure. I bad
then a small understanding of my
lease, but I have learned since that the
farm was not .eart!i the mortgage and
that everything had to be sold. I'ncle
51 and I ---a little lad, a very little lad
of six --were all that was cert of what
had been in that house. Sonte were
for sending me to the county house;
!tut they decided, finally, to tarn me
over to a dissolute uncle, with some
:allowance for my keep. Therein
Uncle Eb was to he reckoned with.
He had set his heart on keepiug me,
bat he was a farm hand without any
Ilona,. or visible property and not,
therefore, in the mind of the authori-
tiee. a proper at -median, Ile had me
with him in the old ,house, and the
very night he heard they were canting
after the in the morning. We started
on our journey. I -remember he was a
long time tying packages of bread
and 'butter and tea and boiled eggs
to the rim of the 'basket, so that they
hung on the outside. Then he put a
woolen shawl and an oilcloth 'blanket
on the bottom, pulled the straps over
his shoulders and 'buckled then,,
standing before the looking - glass,
and. haring put on my cap and coat,
stood the on the table, and stooped so
that I could climb into the basket—a
pack basket, that he had used in
hunting, the tctp a little smaller than
the bottom. Once in, I coeld stand
comfortably or sit facing eideways,
hack and knees wedged from port to
starboard, With nee in my place be
blew out the lantern and groped his
way to the road, his, cane in one
hand, his rifle in the other. Fred, our
did clog—a black shepherd, with
tawny points—came after us. 'Uncle
Eb scolded him and tried to send hint
back, but I plead for the poor crea-
ture and that settled it; he was one
of our party.
'Minna how we'll feed hitn," said
Uncle ‘Eb. "Our ' own mouths are big
enough t' take all we can carry, but
1 hain no heart t' leave 'im all 'lone
there,"
I was old for my age, they tell rte,
and had a serious look and a wise
way of talking, for a boy so young;
but I had no notion of what lay 'be-
fore or behind as.
"Now, boy, take a good look at the
old house," 'I remember he whispered
to me at the gate that night. "Taint
likely yell ever see it ag'in. .Keep
quiet now," he added, letting down
the bars at the foot of the lane.
"We're goin' west an' we mustn't let
the grass grow under us. Got t' be
purty spry I can tell ye."
It was quite dark and he felt his
way carefully down the row paths
into the broad pasture. With every
step I kept a sharp lookout Inc swifts,
and the moon shone after awhile,
making nty work easier.
I had to hold nay head down, pre -
and•, -then came .flooding down the or twice, !lett not for long. The fire
,Steep gutters., Above •us !beam and raf- wasgone down to a few embers 'when
er -creaked, swayi» g, and showing Uncle E'b wake the and the igr�otto
glimpses of the ,dant sky. The rain was lit only iby a sprtnlsle of moom-
passed—'we could hear the :last 'bat- light front above,
talion leaving the. ,field -and then the "Mos' ,twelve o'clock," he whisper
tumult ended as suddenly as it, began. ed, "B'e'tter be off,"
The corn trembled a few moment and
hushed, to a faint whisper. (Then we
could hear ,only the ;drip of rain drops
leaking 'through the green roof. It
was dark under the •coria, •
' CH'APT'ER II
We heard no more of the voices.
Uncle E'b had 'brought an armful of
met,
wood, and some water in the tea P ,
while 'I was sleeping. As soon as the
rain had passed be stood listening
awhile and shortly opened his' knife
and made a little clearing in the corn
by cutting a few ,hills.
"We've got to do it," he said, "'er
we can't take any comfort,• an' the
man tot' die I could have all the corn
I wanted."
"Did you see him, Uncle ,Eb?" I re-
member asking,
"Yes," be answered, whittling in the
dark, "I saw him when I went out
for the water an' it was he tor nee
they were after ,us."
He took a look at the sky after a
while, and, remarking that he guess-
ed they couldn't see his smoke now,
began to kindle the fire• As it burned
up he stuck two crotches and hung-
his
ungiris tea pot on a stick, that lay in
then, so it took the heat of the flame,
as I -had seen hien do in the morning.
Our grotto,,in'the corn, was shortly
as cheerful as any room in J. palace,
and aur fire sent its li ght into the
long aisles that opened opposite, and
nobody could see the warm glow of
it but ourselves.
"\\te',ll hev our supper," said Uncle
Eb, as he opened a, paper and spread
out the eggs and bread and 'butter and
crackers. "W'e'll 'jest hey our supper
an' by 'n by when everyone's abed
we'll snake tracks in the dirt, I can
tell ye,"
Our supper over, ,Uncle Eb let me
look at his tobacco-box—a shiny thing
of German silver that always seemed
to snap out a quick farewell to me Be-
it dove into his pocket. He was very
cheerful and communicative, and jok-
ed a good deal as we lay there wait4
ing in the fire light, I got some fur-
ther acquaintance with the swift,
learning aftong other things that it
had no appetite for the pure in heart.
"Why not?" I inquired.
'Well,"said Uncle Eb, "it's like
this; the meaner the boy, tate sweeter
the meat."
He sang an old song as he sat by
the fire, with a whistled interlude 'be -
tureen lines, and the swing of it, even
now, carries me hack to that far .clay
in the fields. I lay with my head in his
lap while he was 'singing.
Year after, when I could have
carried hint on my 'back, he wrote
down Inc ane the words of the old
song. Here they are. about as he sang
them, although there are evidences of
repair, in certain lines, to supply the
loss of phrases that had dropped
from his mentor),:
"Uncle Eb—is that where the
swifts -are " he wru;d. ask often: and
the old man would newer. 'tXo: they
ain't 'real ease: te'e time . year.
They lay 'rrntnd ...e neer, dirgelee
every day."
Then the smell eei.e -'.timid sing
idly or prattle r,;t'i en:rat:.ging y 'te-
Inc that had a habit -.: reite= ever
the edge of the basket or .. rota
a greeting to some ...,c ,fly
and ask finally: •
"Tired. Uncle El;?"
Sometimes the c 1 eereeterer •voleel
say "tot very." and keep ee. '.00'sin,
thoughtfully a groune. Then,
again, he ti;,_op his,
- hall head with a rat.* ree .:andker-
chief and say, a ...t.e tremor of irrita-
tion in his elce: "Tired! who
wouldn't .be that; eete a big elephant
like you on bis beck ;.): ley I'd be
'shamed o' myself t' there an' let
an nld man carry me from 'Iran to
Beersheba. Git out now to ehake yer
legs,"
I was the small boy end I remem-
ber it was always a. areal relief to
get out of the basket, and having run
ahead, to lie in the grass among the
wild flowers, and jump up at him as
he came along.
Uncle Eb had been working for my
father five years hefcre 1 was born,
He was not a strong man and had
never been able to carry the wide
swath of the other help in the fields,
but we all loved him fir his kindness-
and
indnessand his knack of scary -telling. He
was a 'bachelor who ,came over the
mountain front Plea., -ant Valley, a lit-
tle 'bundle of clothes on itis shoulder,
and bringing a name that enriched
the nomenclature cf c,t. neighbor-
hood, It was Eben Holden.
He had a cheerful temrer and an
imagination that wan a very wilder-
ness of oddities. Bears and panthers
growled and were very terrible in
that strange country. He -had invent-
ed an animal more treacherous than
any in the woods, and he called it a
swift. "Sumthin ' like a panther," he
described the look of it—a fearsome
'creature that lay in the edge ai the
woods at sundown and made a noise
like a woman ,crying, to lure the un-
wary, It would light one's eye with
fear to hear Uncle Eb lift his voice in
the cry of the swift. Many a time in
the twilight when the bay of a hound
or some far cry came faintly through
the wooded ,hills, I have •seen him lift
his hand and bid us hark. And when
we had listened a moment, our eyes
wide with wonder, he would turn and
say in a low, half whispered tone:
"'S a swift." I suppose we needed
more the fear of God, but the young
children of the pioneer needed also
the fear of. the woods or they would
have strayed to their death itt them.
A big bass vial, taller than' himself,
had long been the solace of his Sun-
daye. After he had shaved—a eere-
mofly so solemn that it seemed a
rite of his religion—that sacred viol
was uncovered, He ,carried it some-
times - to the 'back piazza and some-
times 'to the barn, where the horsee
shank and 'trembled at the . roaringsorrily, when ]lie tall `brush began to
thunder of the strings. When he `,be whip the :basket and •I heard the big
The baalet'was on his 'back, and 'he.
Was all ready. I foll'oived'him through
the long aisle of corn, clinging to the
tai•] of his coat, The golden lantern of
the moon hong 'near the • zenith and
'Oen :we came oat 'in the open' we
bouid see into -the far fields, 'I climb
ed into myelettecet at the. wall and as
carried tbrook,
'Uncle Eb ca e'd rreover the
stopping on a flat 'rack midway to
take a drink, I could see, the sky in
the water, and it seemed as if a mis-
step wontl'd have tumbled me into the
moaar•
"Hear the crickets holler," said
Uncle 'Eb, es he followed the ,bank ap
into the open pasture.
'What stakes 'eel holler?" I asked..
"O, they're jes filiu' their saws an'
thinkiu', Meb'be tepid' o' what's hap
pelted 'em. Been a haed tela), fer them
little folks, Terrible 'flood itt their
country. Every one on em ltcd t' git
tap .a steeple 'quick's 'he cau'ld er
elrawnded. They bey their trou'b'les
an' they talc 'bout 'em, took"
"What do they file their saws for?"
I inquired.
"Well, ye know," said he, "where
they live the timber's thick an' they
hey- hard work clearin' t' niek a
home."
I was ,getting too sleepy, for further
talk. He made his way front field to
field, stopping sometimes to look off
at the distant mountains and then It
the sky or to whack the dry stalks of
mulled with his cane. I remember he
let down some bars after a long walk
and stepped into a smooth roadway.
He stood resting a little while, his
basket on the tap bar, and then the
moon that I had been watching went
down behind the broad rim of his
hat and I fell into titter -forgetfulness,
My eyes opened on a lovely scene at
daylight, Uncle Eb had laid me on a
mossy knoll in a bit of timber and
through an opening right in front of
us I could see a 'broad level of shin-
ing water, and the ,great green moun-
tain on the further shore seemed to
be up to its belly in the sea.
"Hello there!" said 'Uncle E'b;
"here we are at 'Lake Champlain."
I could hear the fire crackling and
smell the odor of steeping tea.
"Ye flapped 'round like a fish in
tltet basket," said 'Uncle Eb. "'Guess
ye mast a been dreamin' o' bears.
Jttnt¢ed so ye scairt me. Didn't know
but I had a veil' cat on my shoulders."
Uncle Eb' had taken a fish wine out
of his pocket and was tying it so a
rude pole that he had cut and trim-
med with his jack knife.
"I've found some craw fish 'here,"
he said, "an' I'm gain' t' try fer a bite
on the pint a' rocks there."
`'Goin' t' git some fish, Uncle Eb?"
I inquired,
"Wouldn't say't 1 was, er wouldnt
say't I wasn't," he answered, "gee
gain' t' try,"
Uncle Eh wasalways careful not to
commit himself on a doubtful point,
He 'had •fixer! his hook and sinker in'I
a moment and then we went out on
a rocky point near by and threw off
into the deep water. Suddenly 'Uncle
Eb gave a jerk thet brought a groan'.
out of him and then Set his hook go
down again, his hands trembling, his
face severe.
"By might! (Uncle Eb," he .mutter-
ed to himself, "I thought we heel hint
Chet time."
Ile jerked again presently, and then
3 could see a tug on the line that
made me jump. A 'big 'fish came,
thrashing into the air in a minute,
He tried to swing it ashore, but the
pole 'bent and the fish got a 'fres'h 'hold
of the water and took the end of the.
pole under. Uncle Bb gave it a lift
then that brought it ashore and a
good 'bit of water with it. I' remember
how the fish slapped me with its wet
tail and sprinkled my face shaking
itself between my boots. It was a big
bass and in a little ,while we had
three of then,. 'Uncle Eb dressed them
and laid them over the fire on a grid-
iron of green 'birch, salting them as
they ,cooked..I remember they went
with a'Inc relish and the last -of eggs
and 'bread and butter went with them.
•Our breakfast over, Uncle Eb made
me promise to stay with Fred and' the
basket while he went sway to find a
man who could ,row us across. In
about an hour 'I heard a ,boat .coming
and the dog and I ,went out on the.
point of mocks wherewe saw 'Uncle
Eb and another man, heading 'for as,
half over the cove. The 'bow tbnantped
the rocks beneath, us in a minute.
Then the stranger dropped his oars
and stood staring at me and the clog.
'Say, mister,' said be ,presently,
"can't go no further. There's :a re,
ward offered fer you .ant' thet boy."
`Uncle 'Fib called -him -aside and was
talking to him a long time.
3 never knew what was said, but
they carie at last and took as into
the 'boat and the stranger was very
friendly.
When we ,had come neer land
I was goin' to Salem one 'bright
summer day,
When I met a fair maiden a goin' my
way;
0, my fallow, faddeling fallow, faddel
away,
An' many a time I had seen her
'before,
But 3 never dare tel] 'er the love thet
I bore.
0, my fallow, etc.
"Oh, where are you goin' my purty
fair maid?"
O, sirs I ant goin' t' Selena," she said
0, my fallow, etc.
"O, why are ye gain' so far in a day
Fer warm is the weather and long is
the way."
0, my fallow;,etc.
PROFESSI'ONAL CARDS
Medical
SEAFO,RTH CLINIC
Dr, E. A. McMaseer,'M•B., Gradu-
ate of (University of Toronto.
7. D. Colquhoun, M.D.; C.M,, 'Grad-
,uate of 'Dalhousie University, 'Halifax.
The Clinic is fully equipped wilih
complete and modern r d other
o n x -ay and
up -to -'date diagnostic .and thcreuptic
equipment.
Dr. Margaret K, Campbell, M.D.,,
L,A.B.P., Specialist do Diseases in
Imfants and Children, will be at
the
Clinic c last Tharsday in every month
from 31 to 6 p.m,
Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in
Diseases .af the Ear, Eye, Nose' and
Throat, will be at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month' •from 4 to
6 p.m.
Free well baby clinic will be dell
bra the second and last Thursday in
every month 'from 1 to 5 pan.
"0, sir I've forgotten, I her, I de-
clare,
But it's nothin to eat an' its nothin' to
wear."
O any fallow, etc.
"Young woman, young woman , 0
how will it dew
If 'I go see yer lover 'n bring 'em to'
you?"
0, my. fallow, etc.
"'S a 'very long journey," says she, "I
am told,
An' 'before ye got back, they would
be cold."
0, my 'fallow, etc.
"I hey 'eni right with me, 'I vtun an'
I vow, '
A•n' if you don't object all deliver
'cm now."
0, my fallow, etc.
She laid her fair head all, onto any
breast,
An' ye wouldn't know marc if I tot'
ye the rest.
0, my fallow, etc.
I went asleep after a while in spite
of all, ,right in the .middle •of a story.
The droning voice of ,Uncle E'b and
the feel of .his hand upon nty fore-
head called me 'bade, -blinking, once
the
W. C. SPROAT, 'M.D, F.A:C.B.
Surgery
Phone 90-W. ,Offioe'john St., Seaforth
DR. H. HUGH ROSS, Physician
and Surgeon Late 'of London Hos-
pital, London, England. Special at-
tention to diseases of the eye, ear,
nose ace throat. Office a'nd residence
behind Dominion Barae . Office Phone
No. 5; Residence Phone 104,
DR, F. J. BURROWS, tOfflce Mgitt
St., Seaforth, over Dominion Bank.
Hours 2-15 and P to 8 oen, and by ap-
pointment, Residence, Goderich Si,,
two doors west of United 'Church.
Phone 4'6.
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER— Eye
Ear, Nose and Throat, Graduate in
Medicine, University of Toronto 1097,
Late A'ssistant New York Ophthal-
mic and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye, and 'Golden Square throat 'hospi-
tals, London. At Commercial Hotel,
Seafotth, third Wednesday in each
month from 1.30 pan. to 5 p.m.
Auctioneer.
GEORGE ELLIOTT, Licensed
Auctioneer for the County of 'Huron.
Arrangements can be made for Sale
Date at The Seaforth News, Charges
moderate and satisfaction guaranteed
F. W. AHRENS, Licensed Auctiot-
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Sales Solicited. Terms an Application.
Farm Stock, chattels and real estate
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Phone 634 r 6, Apply at this office,
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Wan. Yeo, Halntesville,
DIRECTORS
Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth No: 3;
James S'holdice, Walton; Wm, Knox,
Londesboro; George Leonhgrdt,
Bornhdlm No, 1; Frank 'McGregor,
Clinton No. 5; James Connolly, God_
erich; Alex 'MIEwing, Blyth No. 1;
Thomas Moylan, Seaforth No, 5;
Wm. R. ,Archilearld, Sealforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
or transact other 'business, will be
promptly attended to 'by applications
to any of the above named officers
addressed to 'their respective post-
ofdices.
ing on the "York State" 'side, I 'me-
menvber the gave as ••our bearings.
']Keep 't' the woods," he said' "'ti1I
you're out a' baron's way. Don't go
near' the . gage 'toad fer a while. Yell
find a store a 1'ittle Way ap the moun-
tain. 'Git yer ,provisions 'there an'
about eighty rod further yell strike
the :trail. 1131 take ye over the moun-
tain north an' t" Paradise road, Then
take the white churc'it on yer rigbt
shoulder an' go straight west"
(To be continued,)
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