. St. Nicholas [serial]. nt, again wild-headedand noisy, with sudden impulses that sent himcapering and swinging his arms into the winduntil he would fall with shrieks and spasms oflaughter and madly roll over and over in thegrass. It is not remembered that any one prophe-sied very well for his future at such times. The negro quarters on Uncle Johns farmwere especially fascinating. In one cabin lived a bed-ridden old woman whom the children lookedupon with awe. She was said to be a thousandyears old and to have talked with Moses. Shehad lost her health in the desert, coming out ofEgypt. She ha
. St. Nicholas [serial]. nt, again wild-headedand noisy, with sudden impulses that sent himcapering and swinging his arms into the winduntil he would fall with shrieks and spasms oflaughter and madly roll over and over in thegrass. It is not remembered that any one prophe-sied very well for his future at such times. The negro quarters on Uncle Johns farmwere especially fascinating. In one cabin lived a bed-ridden old woman whom the children lookedupon with awe. She was said to be a thousandyears old and to have talked with Moses. Shehad lost her health in the desert, coming out ofEgypt. She had seen Pharaoh drown, and thefright had caused the bald spot on her head. Shecould ward off witches and dissolve spells. Uncle Danl was another favorite, a kind-hearted, gentle soul, who long after, as NiggerJim in the Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finntales, would win world-wide love and sympathy. Through that first warm golden summer-timeLittle Sam romped and dreamed and grew. Hewould return each summer to the farm during. JANE CLEMENS, MARK TWAINS MOTHER. those early years. It would become a beautifulmemory. His mother generally kept him thereuntil the late fall, when the chilly evenings madethem gather around the wide blazing years later he wrote: I can see the room yet with perfect clearness. I cansee all its belongings, all its details; the family-room ofthe house, with the trundle-bed in one corner and thespinning-wheel in another—a wheel whose rising andfalling wail, heard from a distance, was the mournfulestof all sounds to me and made me homesick and low-spirited and filled my atmosphere with the wanderngspirits of the dead ; the vast fireplace, piled withflaming logs from whose ends a sugary sap bubbled outbut did not go to waste, for we scraped it off and ate it. . the lazy cat spread out on the rough hearthstones,the drowsy dogs braced against the jambs, blinking ; myaunt in one chimney-corner, and my uncle in the other,smoking his corn-cob pip
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