Poor creeter, I wuz good to him as I could be all through it, and so wuz Josiah.
His hair got white as a old man"s in less than two months.
But with the same energy he brought to bear in makin" money he brought to bear on makin" The Little Maid"s dream come true.
He said it wuz a vision.
And, poor creeter, a-doin" it all under a mournin" weed; and if ever a weed wuz deep, and if ever a man mourned deep, it is that man.
Yes, Elnathan has done well; I have writ to him to that effect.
He tore down them crazy, slantin", rotten old housen, and made a park of that filthy hole, a lovely little park, with fresh green gra.s.s, a fountain of pure water, where the birds come to slake their little thirsts.
He sot out big trees (money will move a four-foot ellum). There is green, rustlin" boughs for the birds to build their nests in. Cool green leaves to wave over the heads of the children.
They lay their pale faces on the gra.s.s, they throw their happy little hearts onto the kind, patient heart of their first mother, Nature, and she soothes the fever in their little b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and gives "em new and saner idees.
They hold their little hands under the crystal water droppin" forever from the outspread wings of a dove. They find insensibly the grime washed away by these pure drops, their hands are less inclined to clasp round murderous weepons and turn them towards the lofty abodes of the rich.
They do not hate the rich so badly, for it is a rich man who has done all this for them.
The high walls of the prison that used to loom up so hugely and threatingly in front of the bare old tenement housen--the harsh glare of them walls seem further away, hidden from them by the gracious green of the blossoming trees.
The sunshine lays between them and its rough walls--they follow the glint of the sunbeams up into the Heavens.
CHAPTER III.
My beloved pardner is very easy lifted up or cast down by his emotions, and his excitement wuz intense durin" the hull of the long time that the warfare lasted as to where the World"s Fair wuz to be held, where Columbus wuz goin" to be celebrated.
I thought at the time, Josiah wuz so fearful riz up in his mind, that it wuz doubtful if he ever would be settled down agin, and act in a way becomin" to a grandfather and a Deacon in the M.E. meetin"-house.
And it wuz a excitin" time, very, and the fightin" and quarrelin"
between the rival cities wuz perilous in the extreme.
It would have skairt Christopher, I"ll bet, if he could have seen it, and he would have said that he would most ruther not be celebrated than to seen it go on.
Why, New York and Chicago most come to hands and blows about it, and St.
Louis wuz jest a-follerin" them other cities up tight, a-worryin" "em, and a-naggin", and a sort o" barkin" at their heels, as it wuz, bound she would have it.
They couldn"t all on "em have it. Christopher couldn"t be in three places at one time and simultanous, no matter how much calculation he had about him. No, that wuz impossible. He had to be in one place. And they fit, and they fit, and they fit, till I got tired of the very name of the World"s Fair, and Josiah got almost ravin" destracted.
It seemed to me, and so I told Josiah, that New York wuz a more proper place for it, bein" as it wuz clost to the ocean, so many foreigners would float over here, them and their things that they wanted to show to the Fair.
It would almost seem as if they would be tired enough when they got here, to not want to disemmark themselves and their truck, and then imegiatly embark agin on a periongor or wagon, or car, or sunthin, and go a-trailin" off thousands of milds further. And then go through it all agin disembarkin" and unloadin" their truck, and themselves.
Howsumever, I spozed if they sot out for the Fair from Africa, or Hindoostan, or Asia, I spozed they would keep on till they got there, if they had to go the hull length of the Misisippi River, and travelled in more"n forty different conveniences, etc., etc. But it didn"t seem so handy nor nigh.
But Chicago is dretful worrysome and active, jest like all children who have growed fast, and kinder outgrowed their clothes and family goverment.
She is dretful forward for one of her years, and she knows it. She knows she is smart, and she is bound to have her own way if there is any possible way of gittin" it.
And she had jest put her foot right down, that have that Fair she would.
And like as not if she hadn"t got it she would have throwed herself and kicked. I shouldn"t wonder a mite if she had.
But she jest clawed right in, and tore round and acted, and jawed, and coaxed, and kinder cried, and carried the day, jest as spilte children will, more"n half the time.
Not but what New York wuz a-cuttin" up and a-actin" jest as bad, accordin" to its age.
But Chicago wuz younger and spryer, and could kick stronger and cut up higher.
New York wuz older and lamer, as you may say, its jints wuz stiffer, and it had lost some of its faculties, which made it dretful bad for her.
It wuz forgetful; it had spells of kinder losin" its memory, and had had for years.
Now, when the Great General died, why New York cut up fearful a-fightin"
for the honor of havin" him laid to rest in its borders.
Why, New York fairly riz up and kicked higher than you could have spozed it wuz possible for her to kick at her age, and hollered louder than you could have spozed it wuz possible with her lungs.
When Washington, the Capital of this Great Republic, expressed a desire to have the Saviour of his Country sleep by the side of the Founder of it--why, New York acted fairly crazy, and I believe she wuz for a spell.
Anyway, I believe she had a spazzum.
Her wild demeanor wuz such, her snorts, her oritorys, resounded on every side, and wuz heard all over the land. She acted crazy as a loon till she got her way.
She promised if she could have the Hero sleep there, she would build a monument that would tower up to the skies.
[Ill.u.s.tration: If she could have the Hero sleep there, she would build a monument that would tower up to the skies.]
The most stupendious, the most impressive work of art that wuz ever wrought by man.
Wall, she got her way. Why, she cut up so, that she had to have it, seemin"ly.
Wall, did she do as she agreed? No, indeed.
She had one of her forgetful spells come right on her, a sort of a stupor, I guess, a-follerin" on after a bein" too wild and crazy about gittin" her way.
And anyway, year after year pa.s.sed, and no monument wuz raised, not a sign of one. She lied, and she didn"t seem to care if she had lied.
There the grave of the Great One wuz onmarked by even a decent memorial, let alone the great one they said they would raise.
And when the Great Ones of the Old World--the renowned in Song and Story and History--when they ariv in New York, most their first thoughts wuz to visit the Grand Tomb of our Hero--
The one who their rulers had delighted to honor--the one who had been welcomed in the dazzlin" halls of their Kings. And them halls had felt honored to have his shadow rest on "em as he pa.s.sed through "em to audiences with royalty.
They journeyed to that tomb. Some on "em had been used to stand by the tombs of their own great dead under the magestic aisles of Westminster Abbey, whose lofty glories dwarfs the human form almost to a pigmy.