Roughing It In The Bush, By Susanna Moodie











































































































































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On reaching the ridge of the hill, the lovely valley in which our
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On Reaching The Ridge Of The Hill, The Lovely Valley In Which Our Future Home Lay Smiled Peacefully Upoon Us From Amidst Its Fruitful Orchards, Still Loaded With Their Rich, Ripe Fruit.

"What a pretty place it is!" thought I, for the first time feeling something like a local interest in the spot, springing up in my heart.

"How I wish those odious people would give us possession of the home which for some time has been our own."

The log hut that we were approaching, and in which the old woman, R - -, resided by herself - having quarrelled years ago with her son's wife - was of the smallest dimensions, only containing one room, which served the old dame for kitchen, and bed-room, and all. The open door, and a few glazed panes, supplied it with light and air; while a huge hearth, on which crackled two enormous logs - which are technically termed a front and a back stick - took up nearly half the domicile; and the old woman's bed, which was covered with an unexceptionally clean patched quilt, nearly the other half, leaving just room for a small home-made deal table, of the rudest workmanship, two basswood-bottomed chairs, stained red, one of which was a rocking-chair, appropiated solely to the old woman's use, and a spinning wheel. Amidst this muddle of things - for small as was the quantum of furniture, it was all crowded into such a tiny space that you had to squeeze your way through it in the best manner you could - we found the old woman, with a red cotton handkerchief tied over her grey locks, hood-fashion, shelling white bush-beans into a wooden bowl. Without rising from her seat, she pointed to the only remaining chair. "I guess, miss, you can sit there; and if the others can't stand, they can make a seat of my bed."

The gentlemen assured her that they were not tired, and could dispense with seats. Mr. - - then went up to the old woman, and proffering his hand, asked after her health in his blandest manner.

"I'm none the better for seeing you, or the like of you," was the ungracious reply. "You have cheated my poor boy out of his good farm; and I hope it may prove a bad bargain to you and yours."

"Mrs. R - -," returned the land speculator, nothing ruffled by her unceremonious greeting, "I could not help your son giving way to drink, and getting into my debt. If people will be so imprudent, they cannot be so stupid as to imagine that others can suffer for their folly."

"Suffer!" repeated the old woman, flashing her small, keen black eyes upon him with a glance of withering scorn. "You suffer! I wonder what the widows and orphans you have cheated would say to that? My son was a poor, weak, silly fool, to be sucked in by the like of you. For a debt of eight hundred dollars - the goods never cost you four hundred - you take from us our good farm; and these, I s'pose," pointing to my husband and me, "are the folk you sold it to.

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