I have said, and said it calmly, that this is the curiousest world I ever see in my life. And I shan't take it back. I hain't one to whiffle round and dispute myself. I made the statement cool and firm, and shall stand by it. And truly if I never had said or thought anything of the kind, what I see with my own eyes last Friday night, and heard with my own ear before mornin' dawned, would have convinced me that I was in the right on't. It's happenin' on a Friday, too, was strange as anything could be strange. It was on Friday that Mr. Columbus discovered the New World, and it was on a Friday (though some time after) that I discovered new regions in my pardner's mind. Realms of mystery, full of strange inhabitents. That Christopher and me should both make such startlen and momentious discoveries on the same day of the week is a coincidence curious enough to scare anybody most to death. Yes, this world is a curious place, very, and holler, holler as a drum. Lots of times the ground seems to lay smooth and serene under your rockin' chair, when all the time a earthquake may be on the very p'int of busten' it open and swollerin' you upchair and all. And your Josiah may be a-settin' right on top of a volcano, unbeknown to you. But I am wanderin' off into fields of poesy, and to resoom and proceed. It was along the latter part of winter, pretty nigh spring, when my companion Josiah seemed to kinder get into the habit of going to Jonesville evenin's. When I would beset him to go and get necessaries, groceries, and etcetery, he would say: "Wall, I guess I'll wait till evenin', and then I'll hitch up and go." He'd done it a number of times before I noticed it in particular, bein' took up alterin' over my brown alpacka, and bein' short on't for pieces and strained in my mind whether I would get out new backs without piecin' 'em acrost the shoulder-blades. I don't get much time to sew, bein' held back by housework and rheumatiz, and the job had hung on, and wore on me powerfully, body and mind. Wall, every day or two he would make that curious remark, without my noticin' of it (as it were): "Wait till evenin', and I'll hitch up and go." And I wouldn't say nothin'', and he'd go, and wouldn't get back till nine o'clock or after. Wall, as time went on, and my mind grew easier about my dress (I concluded to take the overskirt and make new backs and sleeves, and I got it cut foamin', could have cut it profuse and lavish, if it had been my way), and my mind bein' onstrained, and noticin' things more, I thought it looked sort o' peculier that Josiah should be so uncommon willin' to go to the store evenin's for necessaries and things, when he had always been such a case to stay to home nights; couldn't get him out for the Doctor hardly. Collery morbeus couldn't hardly start him, nor billerous colic.
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