Roughing It In The Bush, By Susanna Moodie











































































































































 -  Those innocent questions went like arrows to my heart.

Lieutenant  - -, the husband of my dear Emilia, at length heard of - Page 203
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Those Innocent Questions Went Like Arrows To My Heart.

Lieutenant - -, the husband of my dear Emilia, at length heard of my situation.

His inestimable wife was from home, nursing her sick mother; but he sent his maid-servant up every day for a couple of hours, and the kind girl despatched a messenger nine miles through the woods to Dummer, to fetch her younger sister, a child of twelve years old.

Oh, how grateful I felt for these signal mercies; for my situation for nearly a week was one of the most pitiable that could be imagined. The sickness was so prevalent that help was not to be obtained for money; and without the assistance of that little girl, young as she was, it is more than probable that neither myself nor my children would ever have risen from that bed of sickness.

The conduct of our man Jacob, during this trying period, was marked with the greatest kindness and consideration. On the days that his master was confined to his bed with the fever, he used to place a vessel of cold water and a cup by his bedside, and put his honest English face in at my door to know if he could make a cup of tea, or toast a bit of bread for the mistress, before he went into the field.

Katie was indebted to him for all meals. He baked, and cooked, and churned, milked the cows, and made up the butter, as well and as carefully as the best female servant could have done. As to poor John Monanghan, he was down with fever in the shanty, where four other men were all ill with the same terrible complaint.

I was obliged to leave my bed and endeavour to attend to the wants of my young family long before I was really able. When I made my first attempt to reach the parlour I was so weak, that, at every step, I felt as if I should pitch forward to the ground, which seemed to undulate beneath my feet like the floor of a cabin in a storm at sea. My husband continued to suffer for many weeks with the ague; and when he was convalescent, all the children, even the poor babe, were seized with it, nor did it leave us until late in the spring of 1835.

THE EMIGRANT'S FAREWELL

Rise, Mary! meet me on the shore, And tell our tale of sorrow o'er; There must we meet to part no more - Rise, Mary, rise!

Come, dearest, come! tho' all in vain; Once more beside you summer main We'll plight our hopeless vows again - Unclose thine eyes.

My bark amidst the surge is toss'd, I go, by evil fortunes cross'd, My earthly hopes for ever lost - Love's dearest prize.

But when thy hand is clasp'd in mine, I'll laugh at fortune, nor repine; In life, in death, for ever thine - Then check these sighs.

They move a bosom steel'd to bear Its own unwonted load of care, That will not bend beneath despair - Rise, dearest, rise.

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