Probably the walls of your room are about ten feet high. Now imagine walls of rock one hundred and twenty times as high as that; and only far enough apart for a small river to go through at the bottom; and then imagine beautiful great pine-trees, and many sorts of shrubs and flowers growing all the way down these sides, and along the upper edges of them, and don"t you see what a wonderful place a canyon must be? You mustn"t think either that they are just straight up and down walls, such as a mason might build out of bricks, or that they run straight in one direction for their whole length. They are made up often of great rocks as big as houses piled one on top of another, and all rough and full of points, and with big caves in them; and they turn and twist, just as the river has turned and twisted, to the north or south or east or west. Sometimes they take such sharp turns that, when you look ahead, all you can see is the big high wall right before you, and it looks as if you couldn"t go any farther; but, when you go a few steps nearer, you will see that both the high walls bend off to the right or the left, and the river is still running between them, and you can go right on. One of the prettiest pictures which Mr. March"s friend had sent him was of a canyon called Boulder Canyon. It is named after the town of Boulder, which is very near it. This is one of the most beautiful canyons in all Colorado. It is very narrow, for the creek which made it is a small creek; but the bed of the creek is full of great rocks, and the creek just goes tumbling head over heels, if a creek can be said to have head and heels. Ten miles long this canyon is, and the creek is in a white foam all the way. There is just room for the road by side of the creek; first one side and then the other. I think it crosses the creek as many as twenty-five times in the ten miles; and it is shaded all the way by beautiful trees, and flowers grow in every crevice of the rocks, and along the edge of the water. As Rob and Nelly looked at picture after picture of these beautiful places, they grew more and more excited. Rob could not keep still: he jumped down from his perch behind his mother"s shoulder, and ran round to his father"s knee. "Papa, papa! say you"ll go? say you"ll go?" and Nelly said in her quieter voice:--
"Oh papa! I didn"t know there were such beautiful places in the world. Don"t you think we"ll go?"
Pretty soon it grew too dark to look at the pictures any longer, and Mrs. March sent the children downstairs to play in the dining-room by the fire-light.
After they had gone, she said to her husband: "Doesn"t it make you more willing to go, Robert, to see how eager the children are for it?"
Mr. March sighed.
"I do not know, Sarah," he said. "Their feelings are very soon changed one way or the other. A little discomfort would soon make them unhappy. I have great fears about the rough life out there, both for them and for you."
"I wish you would not think so much about that," replied Mrs. March.
"I am convinced that you exaggerate it. I am not in the least afraid; and as for the children they are so young they would soon grow accustomed to any thing. Of course there would be no danger of our not being able to have good plain food; and that is the only real necessity."
"But you seem to forget, Sarah, about schools. How are we to educate the children there?"
"Teach them ourselves, Robert," replied Mrs. March earnestly. "It will be better for them in every way. Such an out-door life as they will lead there is ten times better than all the schools in the world. Oh, Robert! if you can only be well and strong, we shall be perfectly happy. I am as eager to go as the children are."
Mrs. March had been from the beginning in favor of the move. In fact, except for her, Mr. March would never have thought of it. He was a patient and quiet man, and would have gone on bearing the suffering of his asthma till he died, without thinking of the possibility of escaping it by so great a change as the going to a new country to live. It was well for him that he had a wife of a different nature. Mrs. March had no patience with people who, as she said, would "put up with any thing, rather than take trouble." Mrs.
March"s way was never to "put up" with any thing which was wrong, unless she had tried every possible way of righting it. Then, when she was convinced that it couldn"t be righted, she would make the best of it, and not grumble or be discontented. Which way do you think was the best?--Mr. March"s or Mrs. March"s? I think Mrs.
March"s was; and I think Rob and Nelly were very fortunate children to have a mother who taught them such a good doctrine of life. This is the way she would have put it, if she had been going to write it out in rules.
First. If you don"t like a thing, try with all your might to make it as you do like it.
Second. If you can"t possibly make it as you like it, stop thinking about it: let it go.
There was a very wise man, who lived hundreds and hundreds of years ago, who said very much the same thing, only in different words. I don"t know whether Mrs. March ever heard of him or not. His name was Epictetus, and he was only a poor slave. But he said so many wise things that men kept them and printed them in a book; and one of the things he said was this:--
"There are things which are within our power, and there are things which are beyond our power. Seek at once to be able to say to every unpleasing semblance: "You are but a semblance, and by no means the real thing." And then examine it by those rules which you have; and first and chiefly by this: whether it concerns the things which are within our own power, or those which are not; and if it concerns any thing beyond our power, be prepared to say that it is nothing to you."
I think this would be a good rule for all of us to copy and pin up on the door of our rooms, to read every morning before we go downstairs. Some of the words sound a little hard to understand at first: but after they are explained to you they wouldn"t seem so; and if we all lived up to this rule, we should always be contented.
Late in the evening, after the children had gone to bed, as Mr. and Mrs. March sat talking over their plans, there came a loud ring at the door-bell.
"I think that is Deacon Plummer," said Mr. March. "He said he would come in to-night and talk over Colorado. He has been thinking for some time of going out there; and, if we go, I think he will go too."
"Will he, really?" exclaimed Mrs. March. "And Mrs. Plummer? What a help that would be!"
"Yes, it would be a great advantage," said Mr. March. "He is the best farmer in all this region, and as honest as the day is long; and, queer as he is, I like him, I believe, better than any deacon I"ve ever had."
"And he likes you too," said Mrs. March. "I believe if he goes now, it will be only to go with you; or, at least, partly for that. Mrs.
Plummer"s health, I suppose, is one reason."
"Yes, that is it," said Mr. March. "The doctors say she must go to Florida next winter: she can"t stand another of our winters here; and Mr. Plummer says he"d rather break up altogether and move to a new place, than be always journeying back and forth."
Just as Mr. March p.r.o.nounced these words, the door opened and Deacon and Mrs. Plummer appeared. They were a very droll little couple: they were very short and very thin and very wrinkled. Deacon Plummer had little round black eyes, and Mrs. Plummer had little round blue eyes. Deacon Plummer had thin black hair, which was very stiff, and never would lie down flat, and Mrs. Plummer had very thin white hair, which was as soft as a baby"s, and always clung as close to her head as if it had been glued on. It was so thin that the skin of her head showed through, pink, in many places; and, except for the little round knot of hair at the back, you might have taken it for a baby"s head. Deacon Plummer always spoke very fast and very loud, so loud that at first you jumped, and wondered if he thought everybody was deaf. Mrs. Plummer always spoke in a little fine squeaky voice, and had to stop to cough every few minutes, so it took her a great while to say any thing. Deacon Plummer very seldom smiled, and looked quite fierce. Mrs. Plummer had a habit of smiling most of the time, and looked so good-natured she looked almost silly. She was not silly, however: she was sensible, and was one of the best housekeepers and cooks in all Mayfield. She was famous for making good crullers; and, whenever she came to Mr. March"s house, she always brought four crullers in her pocket,--two for Rob and two for Nelly. As soon as she came into the room this night, she began fumbling in her pocket, saying:--
"Good evening, Mrs. March. How do you do, Mr. March?" (cough, cough). "I"ve brought a cruller" (cough, cough) "for the" (cough, cough) "children. Dear me" (cough, cough), "they"re crumbled up"
(cough, cough). "I got a leetle too much lard in "em, jest a leetle, and the leastest speck too much lard"ll make "em crumble like any thing" (cough, cough); "but I reckon the crumbs"ll taste good"
(cough, cough) "if they be crumbled" (cough, cough); and, going to the table, she turned her pocket wrong side out, and emptied upon a newspaper a large pile of small bits of cruller. "Do you think they"ll mind their being" (cough, cough) "crumbled up?" (cough, cough) ""twas only my spectacle case" (cough, cough) "did it," she said, looking anxiously at the crumbs.
"Call "em crumblers! call "em crumblers," said Deacon Plummer, laughing hard at his own joke, and rubbing his hands together before the fire; "tell the children they"re a new kind, called crumblers."
"Oh! the children won"t mind," said Mrs. March, politely, and she brought a gla.s.s dish from the closet, and, filling it with the crumbs, covered it with a red napkin, and set it on the sideboard.
"There," said she, "as soon as Rob comes downstairs in the morning, he will peep into this dish, and the first thing he will say will be, "I know who"s been here: Mrs. Plummer"s been here. I know her crullers." That"s what he always says when he finds your crullers on the sideboard."
Mrs. Plummer"s little blue eyes twinkled with pleasure, so that the wrinkles around their corners all folded together like the sticks of an umbrella shutting up.
"Does he now, really?" she said. "The dear little fellow! Children always does like crullers."
"Crumblers; call "em crumblers," shouted the Deacon. "That"s the best name for "em anyhow."
"Well, Parson," he said, "how"s Colorado? Heard any thing more? Me an" my wife"s gettin" more"n more inter the notion of goin", that is, ef you go. We shan"t pick up an" go off by ourselves; we"re too old, an" we ain"t used enough to travellin": but ef you go, we go; that"s about fixed, ain"t it, "Lizy?" and he looked at his wife and then at Mr. March and then at Mrs. March, with his queer little quick, fierce glance, as if he had said something very warlike, and everybody were going to contradict him at once.
"Yes" (cough, cough), "I expect we"d better" (cough, cough) "go "long; "t seems kinder" (cough, cough) "providential like our all goin"" (cough, cough) "together so. Don"t you think" (cough, cough) "so, Mrs. March? Be ye sure" (cough, cough) "ye"d like to have us go?" replied Mrs. Plummer.
"Oh, yes, indeed!" said Mrs. March. "Mr. March was just speaking of it when you came in how much he would like to have Deacon Plummer go. Mr. March knows very little about farming, though he was brought up on a farm, and he will be very glad of Deacon Plummer"s help; and I shall be very glad to see two Mayfield faces there. I expect to be lonely sometimes."
"Lonely, ma"am, lonely!" spoke up the Deacon: "can"t be lonely, ma"am. Don"t think of such a thing, ma"am, with the youngsters, ma"am, and me an" my wife, ma"am, an" the Parson. I"d like to see you have a lonesome minnit, ma"am;" and the Deacon looked round on them all again with his quick, fierce look.
Mr. March laughed. "It seems to be shutting in all round us, Sarah, to take us to Colorado: doesn"t it?"
"It isn"t two hours," he continued, turning to Deacon Plummer, "since the children left us to go to bed, with their heads so full of Colorado and their desire to set out for the country immediately, that I am afraid they haven"t shut their eyes yet. And as for Nelly, she"s gone to bed with a picture of Pike"s Peak in her hand."
"Picture! Have ye got pictures of the country round about there?"
interrupted the Deacon. "I"d like to see "em, Parson; so"d Elizy.
She was a wonderin" how "twould look in them parts. She hain"t travelled none, Elizy hain"t, since she was a gal. I hain"t never been much of a hand to stir away from home, an" I donno now what"s taken me so sudden to go so far away; but I expect it"s providential."
Mr. March took the Colorado pictures out of the big envelope again, and showed them to Deacon and Mrs. Plummer. They were as interested in them as Rob and Nelly had been, and it made Mrs. March laugh to think how much the old man and his wife, bending over the pictures, looked like Rob and Nelly suddenly changed from ten years old to sixty. Mrs. Plummer did not say much. Her spectacles were not quite strong enough for her eyes. She had been for a whole year thinking of getting a new pair, and she wished to-night she had done so, for she could not see any thing in the stereoscope distinctly. But she saw enough to fill her with wonder and delight, and make her impatient to go to the country where there were such beautiful sights to be seen. As for the Deacon, he could hardly contain himself: in his excitement, he slapped Mr. March"s knee, and exclaimed:--
"By golly,--beg your pardon, sir,--but this must be the greatest country goin". It"d pay to go jest to see it, ef we didn"t any more "n look round "n come right home again. Don"t you think so, Elizy?"
The enthusiasm of these good old people, and the eager wishes of the children produced a great impression on both Mr. and Mrs. March. It did really seem as if every thing showed that they ought to go; and, before Deacon and Mrs. Plummer went home, it was about decided that the plan should be carried out.
Deacon Plummer was for starting immediately.
"I"ll jest turn the key in my house," he said, ""n start right along; "n you"d better do the same thing; we don"t want to be left without a roof to come back to ef things turns out different from what we expect; ef we settle, we kin come back "n sell out afterwards; "n the sooner we git there the better, afore the heavy snows set in."
"But they don"t have heavy snows in Colorado, not in the part where we are going," said Mr. March: "the cattle run out in the open fields all winter."
"You don"t mean to tell me so!" exclaimed the Deacon. "What a country to live in! I should think everybody"d go into raisin"
cattle afore anything else."
"I think that is one of the best things to do there," replied Mr.
March. "I have already made up my mind to that. And there is nothing I should enjoy more. And between your farming and my herds of cattle, we ought to make a good living. Deacon, come round in the morning and we"ll talk it over more, and see what time it"s best to start."
At breakfast the next morning, Mr. March told Rob and Nelly that it was decided that they would move out to Colorado. The two children received the news very differently. Nelly dropped her knife and fork, and looked steadily in her father"s face for a full minute: her cheeks grew red, and she drew in a long breath, and said, "Oh!
oh!" That was all she said; but her face was radiant with happiness.
Rob bounded out of his chair, flew to his mother and gave her a kiss, then to his father and gave him a great hug, and then he gave a regular Indian war-whoop, as he ran back to his seat.