Immediately after breakfast, he set out for the barn, ostensibly to "see to the ch.o.r.es;" really, I believe, to obtain a few moments" respite, before worse evil should come upon him.
Pretty soon Grandma was at the back door calling in firm though persuasive tones:
"Husband! husband! come in, now, and get ready."
No answer. Then it was in another key, weighty, yet expressive of no weak irritation, that Grandma called "Come, pa! pa-a! pa-a-a!" Still no answer.
Then that voice of Grandma"s sung out like a trumpet, terrible with meaning--"Bijonah Keeler!"
But Grandpa appeared not. Next, I saw Grandma slowly but surely gravitating in the direction of the barn, and soon she returned, bringing with her that ancient delinquent, who looked like a lost sheep indeed and a truly unreconciled one.
"Now the first thing," said Grandma, looking her forlorn captive over; "is boots. Go and get on yer meetin" gaiters, pa."
The old gentleman, having dutifully invested himself, with those sacred relics, came pathetically limping into the room.
"I declare, ma," said he; "somehow these things--phew! Somehow they pinch my feet dreadfully. I don"t know what it is,--phew! They"re dreadful oncomf"table things somehow."
"Since I"ve known ye, pa," solemnly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Grandma Keeler, "you"ve never had a pair o" meetin" boots that set easy on yer feet. You"d ought to get boots big enough for ye, pa," she continued, looking down disapprovingly on the old gentleman"s pedal extremities, which resembled two small scows at anchor in black cloth encas.e.m.e.nts: "and not be so proud as to go to pinchin" yer feet into gaiters a number o" sizes too small for ye."
"They"re number tens, I tell ye!" roared Grandpa nettled outrageously by this cutting taunt.
"Wall, thar", now, pa," said Grandma, soothingly; "if I had sech feet as that, I wouldn"t go to spreadin" it all over town, if I was you--but it"s time we stopped bickerin" now, husband, and got ready for meetin"; so set down and let me wash yer head."
"I"ve washed once this mornin". It"s clean enough," Grandpa protested, but in vain. He was planted in a chair, and Grandma Keeler, with rag and soap and a basin of water, attacked the old gentleman vigorously, much as I have seen cruel mothers wash the faces of their earth-begrimed infants. He only gave expression to such groans as:
"Thar", ma! don"t tear my ears to pieces! Come, ma! you"ve got my eyes so full o" soap now, ma, that I can"t see nothin". Phew, Lordy! ain"t ye most through with this, ma?"
Then came the dyeing process, which Grandma Keeler a.s.sured me, aside, made Grandpa "look like a man o" thirty;" but to me, after it he looked neither old nor young, human nor inhuman, nor like anything that I had ever seen before under the sun.
"There"s the lotion, the potion, the dye-er, and the setter," said Grandma, pointing to four bottles on the table. "Now whar"s the directions, Madeline?"
These having been produced from between the leaves of the family Bible, Madeline read, while Grandma made a vigorous practical application of the various mixtures.
"This admirable lotion"--in soft ecstatic tones Madeline rehea.r.s.ed the flowery language of the recipe--"though not so instantaneously startling in its effect as our inestimable dyer and setter, yet forms a most essential part of the whole process, opening, as it does, the dry and lifeless pores of the scalp, imparting to them new life and beauty, and rendering them more easily susceptible to the applications which follow.
But we must go deeper than this; a tone must be given to the whole system by means of the cleansing and rejuvenating of the very centre of our beings, and, for this purpose, we have prepared our wonderful potion." Here Grandpa, with a wry face, was made to swallow a spoonful of the mixture. "Our unparalleled dyer," Madeline continued, "restores black hair to a more than original gloss and brilliancy, and gives to the faded golden tress the sunny flashes of youth." Grandpa was dyed.
"Our world-renowned setter completes and perfects the whole process by adding tone and permanency to the efficacious qualities of the lotion, potion, and dyer, etc.;" while on Grandpa"s head the unutterable dye was set.
"Now, read teacher some of the testimonials, daughter," said Grandma Keeler, whose face was one broad, generous ill.u.s.tration of that rare and peculiar virtue called faith.
So Madeline continued: "Mrs. Hiram Briggs, of North Dedham, writes: "I was terribly afflicted with baldness, so that, for months, I was little more than an outcast from society, and an object of pity to my most familiar friends. I tried every remedy in vain. At length I heard of your wonderful restorative. After a week"s application, my hair had already begun to grow in what seemed the most miraculous manner. At the end of ten months it had a.s.sumed such length and proportions as to be a most luxurious burden, and where I had before been regarded with pity and aversion, I became the envied and admired of all beholders.""
"Just think!" said Grandma Keeler, with rapturous sympathy and grat.i.tude, "how that poor creetur must a" felt!"
""Orion Spaulding, of Weedsville, Vermont,"" Madeline went on--but, here, I had to beg to be excused, and went to my room to get ready for the Sunday-school.
When I came down again, Grandpa Keeler was seated, completely arrayed in his best clothes, opposite Grandma, who held the big family Bible in her lap, and a Sunday-school question book in one hand.
"Now, pa," said she; "what tribe was it in sacred writ that wore bunnits?"
I was compelled to infer from the tone of Grandpa Keeler"s answer that his temper had not undergone a mollifying process during my absence.
"Come, ma," said he; "how much longer ye goin" to pester me in this way?"
"Why, pa," Grandma rejoined calmly; "until you git a proper understandin" of it. What tribe was it in sacred writ that wore bunnits?"
"Lordy!" exclaimed the old man. "How d"ye suppose I know! They must "a"
been a tarnal old womanish lookin" set anyway."
"The tribe o" Judah, pa," said Grandma, gravely. "Now, how good it is, husband, to have your understandin" all freshened up on the scripters!"
"Come, come, ma!" said Grandpa, rising nervously. "It"s time we was startin". When I make up my mind to go anywhere I always want to git there in time. If I was goin" to the Old Harry, I should want to git there in time."
"It"s my consarn that we shall git thar" before time, some on us," said Grandma, with sad meaning, "unless we larn to use more respec"ful language."
I shall never forget how we set off for church that Sabbath morning, way out at one of the sunny back doors of the Ark: for there was Madeline"s little cottage that fronted the highway, or lane, and then there was a long backward extension of the Ark, only one story in height. This belonged peculiarly to Grandma and Grandpa Keeler. It contained the "parlor" and three "keepin"" rooms opening one into the other, all of the same size and general bare and gloomy appearance, all possessing the same sacredly preserved atmosphere, through which we pa.s.sed with becoming silence and solemnity into the "end" room, the sunny kitchen where Grandma and Grandpa kept house by themselves in the summer time, and there at the door, her very yellow coat reflecting the rays of the sun, stood f.a.n.n.y, presenting about as much appearance of life and animation as a pensive summer squash.
The carriage, I thought, was a fac-simile of the one in which I had been brought from West Wallen on the night of my arrival. One of the most striking peculiarities of this sort of vehicle was the width at which the wheels were set apart. The body seemed comparatively narrow. It was very long, and covered with white canvas. It had neither windows nor doors, but just the one guarded opening in front. There were no steps leading to this, and, indeed, a variety of obstacles before it. And the way Grandma effected an entrance was to put a chair on a mound of earth, and a cricket on top of the chair, and thus, having climbed up to f.a.n.n.y"s reposeful back, she slipped pa.s.sively down, feet foremost, to the whiffle-tree; from thence she easily gained the plane of the carriage floor.
Grandpa and I took a less circuitous, though, perhaps, not less difficult route.
I sat with Grandpa on the "front" seat--it may be remarked that the "front" seat was very much front, and the "back" seat very much back--there was a kind of wooden shelf built outside as a resting-place for the feet, so that while our heads were under cover, our feet were out, utterly exposed to the weather, and we must either lay them on the shelf or let them hang off into s.p.a.ce.
Madeline and the children stood at the door to see us off.
"All aboard! ship ballasted! wind fa"r! go ahead thar", f.a.n.n.y!" shouted Grandpa, who seemed quite restored in spirits, and held the reins and wielded the whip with a masterful air.
He spun sea-yarns, too, all the way--marvelous ones, and Grandma"s reproving voice was mellowed by the distance, and so confusedly mingled with the rumbling of the wheels, that it seemed hardly to reach him at all. Not that Grandma looked discomfited on this account, or in bad humor. On the contrary, as she sat back there in the ghostly shadows, with her hands folded, and her hair combed out in resplendent waves on either side of her head, she appeared conscious that every word she uttered was taking root in some obdurate heart. She was, in every respect, the picture of good-will and contentment.
But the face under Grandpa"s antiquated beaver began to give me a fresh shock every time I looked up at him, for the light and the air were rapidly turning his rejuvenated locks and his poor, thin fringe of whiskers to an unnatural greenish tint, while his bushy eyebrows, untouched by the hand of art, shone as white as ever.
In spite of the old sea-captain"s entertaining stories, it seemed, indeed, "a long jaunt" to West Wallen.
To say that f.a.n.n.y was a slow horse would be but a feeble expression of the truth.
A persevering "click! click! click!" began to arise from Grandma"s quarter. This annoyed Grandpa exceedingly.
"Shet up, ma!" he was moved to exclaim at last. "I"m steerin" this craft."
"Click! click! click!" came perseveringly from behind.
"Dum it, ma! thar", ma!" cried Grandpa, exasperated beyond measure. "How is this hoss goin" to hear anything that I say ef you keep up such a tarnal cacklin"?"
Just as we were coming out of the thickest part of the woods, about a mile beyond Wallencamp, we discovered a man walking in the distance. It was the only human being we had seen since we started.
"Hullo, there"s Lovell!" exclaimed Grandpa. "I was wonderin" why we hadn"t overtook him before. We gin"ally take him in on the road. Yis, yis; that"s Lovell, ain"t it, teacher?"
I put up my gla.s.ses, helplessly.
"I"m sure," I said, "I can"t tell, positively. I have seen Mr. Barlow but once, and at that distance I shouldn"t know my own father."