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 Rh or reverently. His faith was that of a little child, without a doubt, or shadow of one. He did not seem even to know what was meant by religious doubts. I do not believe that in the course of his life he ever questioned the truth of revealed religion for five consecutive minutes. The subject did not interest him, and he never took part in any conversation bearing on it.

And yet he was not a communicant, and he was passing through life with that error fixed in his mind, that one must feel worthy before one can without hypocrisy become a communicant. It was a happiness to him to see his children go up to be confirmed as they grew up. In his humility, he thought them better than himself.

One Sunday only himself and a daughter were left in the house; everybody else was away. She had not thought of going through with the services under the circumstances. But her father asked,—

"Will you not have the services, my child?"

"I had not meant to do it. I thought that we could read to ourselves."

"I want you to read the services, my dear," he said, in his humble, gentle way that always came when he spoke of these things. So they two went through the full service together.

When they were not far from the end, there came a knock at the door; a neighbor had come to spend the day. His daughter thought that Thomas would not ask her to go on, as the visitor was one who was not a religious man. But he said at once,—

"My daughter and I are having prayers."

And the visitor joined in with a very earnest face. He had not before seen this side of my father's character.

In the spring of 1863 Thomas Dabney began to feel that his children were in one of the worst places in the world for non-combatants, the neighborhood of a beleaguered city. He lamented that all his children were not sons. He longed more and more to go into the army as the fighting drew closer to us. He ordered an army uniform to be made for himself, and we feared


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 200 that we should not be able to keep him with us. His intenwe sufferings from loneliness urged him, no less than his love for the military life, to plunge into the excitement now so near at hand. In his grief he said not infrequently in those days that it would have been better for him if he had had no children left him to take care of. All the men in the land who were men indeed were off in the army; the whole country seemed forsaken, except by the old men and the boys and the women and children. He envied every soldier in the ranks, and felt like a chained lion. Not to go into the army cost him, without a doubt, the greatest struggle of his life.

The rumor came that the whole country around Vicksburg was to be abandoned to the enemy. Already General Grant's troops were moving on Vicksburg, and that place would soon be in a state of siege. The citizens were fleeing in every direction. Thomas Dabney, feeling that he had a home and food to offer to these homeless ones, caused to be inserted into one of the Vicksburg papers an invitation to any and all citizens desirous of leaving the city to take refuge at Burleigh.

One family of Louisiana refugees had come to us before this. This invitation brought out an English-woman, Mrs. Allen, and her two children, and later on her husband. At this juncture our hopes were raised by the arrival of an officer, sent out by General Pemberton, with orders to seize every pleasure horse in the country. A large body of men were to be mounted, we were told, and this body of cavalry was to patrol the country lying around Vicksburg; and even to relieve that place when the time came. The officer was astonished when he was hailed as the bringer of joyful tidings. Many ladies, he said, had shed tears when their carriage and other favorite horses had been carried off by him. He had gotten nervous, and hated to come among the women of the country with that dreadful order in his hand. Every horse in the Burleigh stables was brought out freely. One riding horse was exempted from the draft as a necessary part of the plantation equipment.

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 Rh My father preferred to retain his buggy horse, Gold Dust, and he was allowed to do so. Alas! in a few weeks Gold Dust was to be in the service of the enemy and pitted against his own master's son, and against the Burleigh carriage horses and other equine acquaintances of the stables and pastures. When last seen our carriage horses, powerful young roans, were on the battle-field of Big Black in the artillery service.

We now set to work to bury the money and silver. Some of our friends had buried their watches, and so destroyed them. We sewed up our watches and such valuables as would be spoiled by dampness in the form of a bustle, and gave it to our trusted Aunt Abby to wear. Mammy Maria was too nervous and cried too much to have any responsibility put on her. Large hoops were in fashion at this time, and we tied our silver in bags and put these under our hoops, and went out one May day a mile from the house to a rock-quarry. Here we dug a hole with the dinner-knives that we had secreted about our persons for the purpose, and in this hole we placed our valuables. Then we put over them the largest stone that six or seven girls could move. As we were not in the habit of walking out in the hot sun, some one proposed that we should dig up a young holly, or something of the kind, and set it out on our return to the house. This would account, it was thouirht, to the servants for our walk. So we pulled up a shrub or two and set them out as soon as we got home.

Mammy Maria watched these proceedings in silence, and then said in her brusque way, and in her capacity of a privileged servant, "You needn't think you is foolin' me. I know you don't go out in de hot sun in May to set out trees an' 'spect 'em to live."

The children buried their treasures too; Tom, a powder-can, as the most prized of his possessions. It was of a brilliant red, and a late acquisition, and might be coveted by the enemy. Little Lelia buried her dolls and their wardrobes securely in a hole dug in the green-house. Lelia's nurse, who helped at the frequent


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 202 and re-intermeiits, as rumors of the war were cheering or alarming,—for we had a fresh rumor nearly every day,—was true to her, but Tom was less fortunate in his confidant, and that red powder-can was near costing the thirteen-year-old boy his life. Ida buried her chief treasure, a pair of cheap china vases, a quarter of a mile from the house, down the spring hill.

In the midst of all this Mrs. Allen's baby died. One of the plantation carpenters made a coffin, and the Burleigh family buried the little child. No clergyman was to be had. Many of them were gone as chaplains in the army. Our pastor led his company into the first battle of Manassas. The baby was buried in the park under a small oaktree. The deer, seeing the procession of the family and the coffin borne by the negro men come in, with the curiosity of their species drew near. The gentler ones mingled with the group around the open grave, one special pet licking the hands of her human friends and stretching out her beautiful neck to reach the flowers that the young children bad brought to strew on the little coffin.

The rude coffin and the absence of the minister, and of any white man save one silvery-haired one, spoke of war. But it was a beautiful and peaceful scene. The setting sun threw its slanting rays on the, deer as they stood in the background near the forest-trees, and on the little group gathered close to the grave.

A woman's voice was repeating the solemn ritual of the Episcopal Church for the burial of the dead.

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 Rh take the best care that he could of his family, both white and black. But his daughters became nervous and alarmed about his personal safety under such circumstances. He had been conspicuous in helpinig the Southern cause in every way in his power, by money and hospitality, and through the public journals of the State. We had heard of rough treatment of aged men found in their homes by the Northern soldiery. We heard later of the murder of two unarmed old gentlemen, Mr. Sam Smith, of Mathews County, Virginia, and Mr. Hyde, of Louisiana. Mr. Sam Smith was hanged near his place, and Mr. Hyde was burned up in his own house.

We made up our minds that our father should not risk his life if we could prevent it. The Federal troops might now be looked for at any hour. We wept and entreated him to leave us, and finally told him that if he did not we should go out of the house ourselves and seek a place of safety, knowing well that he would not allow us to go unattended by himself. We represented to him that we should be far safer without him, and cited to him many instances where the Northern troops had been kind to the women who had no men to protect them, and very rough with those who had one of their own sex in the house. We entreated him by day and by night until he could no longer resist our tears and prayers. With a heavy heart he bade us good-by.

The neighbors were carrying their servants to the east side of Pearl River, within the Confederate lines. We urged him to take a part of his there. He was opposed to this, and justly so. It would show a lack of trust in them, he said. Besides, it would be too great a strain of their obedience to him if he ordered his able-bodied men and women to leave their families behind and follow him. But he yielded his own judgment in this case also.

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 204 there against their inclination and against his, under uncomfortable conditions, for a week.

Meanwhile, at Burleigh we breathed freely when we saw our dear father ride off. The overseer was an easy-going man, who had not, like him, helped to carry on the war, and he expected to pass unnoticed as an obscure person and a non-combatant. He was to have control of things in the master's absence.

It was not long before the news came that a company of eighty Federals, from General Grant's army, had reached the plantation, and had encamped in a field on the Tallahala Creek, only a half-mile from the house. They were near enough for us to hear the reveille in the morning and the tattoo at night.

Very soon some of them rode up, by twos and threes, and came into the house. At first they were civil, but each day they grew more and more rough, and finally they became violent. They went into every room from the garret to the cellar, and through every closet, wardrobe, bureau, and trunk, and carried off everything that struck their fancy. They found several hundred dollars in the iron safe, and thought it a fortune. They looked like the dregs of some city. We have thought they must have been the camp-followers of General Grant's army, and not his regular enlisted men. They were scarcely in uniform; perhaps a blue jacket on one and trousers on another, the rest of the garb being of any hue or cut other than a military one.

When keys were not produced at once, they forced the locks. Lelia's doll-trunk, only a few inches long, caught the eye of one of them.

"Do not break the child's doll-trunk. It has nothing in it but doll-clothes," one of her sisters said, when the key could not be found.

"It is big enough to hold a pistol," he said, as he burst the top of the toy off. A broken open desk revealed the love-letters of one of the girls, and the perusal of these seemed amusing work.

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326 flowers stood in shining transparent vases; and in one of these, which looked as if it had been cut out of fresh-fallen snow, the Apple Branch was placed among some fresh light twigs of beech. It was charming to behold. But the Branch became proud; and this was quite like human nature.

People of various kinds came through the room, and according to their rank they might express their admiration. A few said nothing at all, and others again said too much, and the Apple Tree Branch soon got to understand that there was a difference in human beings just as among plants.

'Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether,' thought the Apple Branch.

And as he stood just in front of the open window, from whence he could see into the garden and across the fields, he had flowers and plants enough to contemplate and to think about, for there were rich plants and humble plants— some very humble indeed.

'Poor despised herbs!' said the Apple Branch. 'There is certainly a difference! And how unhappy they must feel, if indeed that kind can feel like myself and my equals. Certainly there is a difference, and distinctions must be made, or we should all be equal.'

And the Apple Branch looked down with a species of pity, especially upon a certain kind of flower of which great numbers are found in the fields and in ditches. No one bound them into a nosegay, they were too common; for they might be found even among the paving-stones, shooting up everywhere like the rankest weeds, and they had the ugly name of 'dandelion', or 'the devil's milk-pail'.

'Poor despised plants!' said the Apple Branch. 'It is not your fault that you are what you are, that you are so common, and that you received the ugly name you bear. But it is with plants as with men—there must be a difference!'

'A difference?' said the Sunbeam; and he kissed the blooming Apple Branch, but also kissed the yellow dandelions out in the field—all the brothers of the Sunbeam kissed them, the poor flowers as well as the rich.


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 Rh were intoxicated. Then they called to the negroes to come up into the porch to join them, as they struck the necks off the bottles of wine. The negroes stood around the porch, but only one accepted the invitation. The others looked on silently while a loud-voiced drunken fellow, who seemed to be the leader, announced that he had come to hang the old gray-haired scoundrel to whom all this belonged.

"I will hang your father on the nearest tree, under your eyes," he said to the daughters. "He is well known. I have long known him as an aider and abettor in this rebellion. I mean to get him yet. I hear that he is coming home in a few days." And then he cursed and swore dreadful oaths.

One of them shook a whip over Emmy's head because she said, "Sister, do not be frightened. Only cowards try to scare women and children."

"You had better not exasperate me," he cried, shaking a whip passionately over her. He was drunk enough to go any lengths. In the midst of all they called up Tom and ordered him to produce the large quantity of powder that he had buried. He denied all knowledge of any buried powder, not recollecting at the moment that he had buried a powder-can. Being inflamed with drink, they became very angry at his supposed obstinacy and falsehood. Holding a pistol to his head, they commanded him to bring the powder or his brains should be shot out. They marched the boy across the yard and down the declivity of the hill in this way. We expected every minute to see the pistol go off, whether the man willed it or not. It came to Tom, or to somebody, that the men must refer to the powder-can, and he took them to the spot. They dug it up, and were disgusted to find it empty. Our little black boy, Peter, had told the soldiers of this powder-can. He was with Tom when he buried it.

We did not see Peter for many years after this occurrence. A few years ago an emaciated and prematurely aged negro man came to the kitchen door to beg. He was ill, he said, and starving for something good to eat,—would we give him some pickle?


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Rh Now the Apple Branch had never thought of the boundless beneficence of Providence in creation towards everything that lives and moves and has its being; he had never thought how much that is beautiful and good may be hidden, but not forgotten; but that, too, was quite like human nature.

The Sunbeam, the ray of light, knew better, and said,

'You don't see far and you don't see clearly. What is the despised plant that you especially pity?'

'The dandelion,' replied the Apple Branch. 'It is never received into a nosegay; it is trodden under foot. There are too many of them; and when they run to seed, they fly away like little pieces of wool over the roads, and hang and cling to people's dress. They are nothing but weeds—but it is right there should be weeds too. Oh, I'm really very thankful that I was not created one of those flowers.'

But there came across the fields a whole troop of children, the youngest of whom was so small that it was carried by the rest, and when it was set down in the grass among the yellow flowers it laughed aloud with glee, kicked out with its little legs, rolled about and plucked the yellow flowers, and kissed them in its pretty innocence. The elder children broke off the flowers with their hollow stalks, and bent the stalks round into one another, link by link, so that a whole chain was made; first a necklace, and then a scarf to hang over their shoulders and tie round their waists, and then a chaplet to wear on the head: it was quite a gala of green links and chains. The eldest children carefully gathered the stalks on which hung the white feathery ball, formed by the flower that had run to seed; and this loose, airy wool-flower, which is a beautiful object, looking like the finest snowy down, they held to their mouths, and tried to blow away the whole head at one breath; for their grandmother had said that whoever could do this would be sure to get new clothes before the year was out. So on this occasion the despised fiower was a perfect prophet.

'Do you see?' said the Sunbeam. 'Do you see the beauty of those flowers? do you see their power?'

'Yes—over children,' replied the Apple Branch.

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 206 It was our Peter. We could not see a trace of his former self in him. He spent the day by the kitchen fire, and said that he should come often to see us, but it was evident that his days were numbered, and we saw him no more. He died a few weeks after.

One of the soldiers said that Lelia was just the age of his girl, and asked for a kiss, much to her alarm, for the children looked on the Federal soldiers as little less than fiends. She escaped without the kiss, but Letty did not. Letty was Augustine's youngest child, just Lelia's age, and they were the dearest of friends and play fellows. One of the men on seeing the three little girls, Ida, Lelia, and Letty, said something about "putty little gals," and asked if "sissy" would not give him a kiss, puckering up his mouth with a smacking sound as he made the proposal. The three fled precipitately behind the bed. He pursued, and Letty being the hindermost of the little women, and with the face of a cherub, suffered the penalty of her position, and got the detested kiss. He must have been discouraged by her reception of it, for he did not attempt to kiss the other two. It so chanced that the father's valued sword had been thrown behind that bed, with the idea of getting it out of sight. The children in their haste rushed over it, and it fell with a clatter. But the men did not find it, though they looked under every bed in their search through the house.

"There's a heap o' pretty tricks in this house," one of them remarked, "not to be any silver."

They asked the servants about the silver, but none of them gave a satisfactory answer. Aunt Abby's girl, Hannah, had helped to pour peas over the plated-ware in a barrel in the cellar. She was alarmed at their questions, and told us that they said they were determined to get the family silver. "I tole 'em I thought you had sent it to Georgia or somewhyar a long time ago," she said. The silver and plate had been in Hannah's charge for years, and she did not wish to see it go out of the family. We had kept out a few forks and spoons for use, and had quite forgotten them, when all this searching was going on. But Hannah had them


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328 dandelion plant, and pulled it up out of the ground. With some of the roots she intended to make coffee for herself; others she was going to sell for money to the druggist.

'But beauty is a higher thing!' said the Apple Tree Branch. 'Only the chosen few can be admitted into the realm of beauty. There is a difference among plants, just as there is a difference among men.'

And then the Sunbeam spoke of the boundless love of the Creator, as manifested in the creation, and of the just distribution of things in time and in eternity.

'Yes, yes, that is your opinion,' the Apple Branch persisted.

But now some people came into the room, and the beautiful young countess appeared, the lady who had placed the Apple Branch in the transparent vase in the sunlight. She carried in her hand a flower, or something of the kind. The object, whatever it might be, was hidden by three or four great leaves, wrapped around it like a shield, that no draught or gust of wind should injure it; and it was carried more carefully than the Apple Bough had been. Very gently the large leaves were now removed, and lo, there appeared the fine feathery seed crown of the despised dandelion! This it was that the lady had plucked with the greatest care, and had carried home with every precaution, so that not one of the delicate feathery darts that form its downy ball should be blown away. She now produced it, quite uninjured, and admired its beautiful form, its peculiar construction, and its airy beauty, which was to be scattered by the wind.

'Look, with what singular beauty Providence has invested it,' she said. 'I will paint it, together with the Apple Branch, whose beauty all have admired; but this humble flower has received just as much from Heaven in a different way; and, various as they are, both are children of the kingdom of beauty.'

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One day they announced their intention of staying to dinner. When we went into the dining-room not a vestige of a silver spoon or fork was to be seen. Hannah had found a set of steel forks that had been stowed away somewhere, and she had got together an array of iron spoons,—one was at each plate, and a number were in the middle of the table.

The sight of these iron spoons, of all sizes and ages, created a revulsion, and we did not dare to look up at Hannah or at each other lest we should laugh out-right.

Hannah walked around with such an air, as much as to say that she had not heard us talk and read the papers for nothing!

The cook, Maria Reeves, whom my father had bought at her own request, was always devoted to him. "Please, marster, buy me. You is so good to your people," she had said. She and Hannah must have got that dinner up between them. In our experience of Maria we never knew her to serve so wretched a dinner as she sent up on that day. A small dish of fried meat was at one end of the long table, and a plate of corn bread at the other, if I remember correctly, and a very insufficient quantity of either. Our guests ate very little, and did not again stay to a meal.

The cook, good, simple soul, thought they would want her pots and kettles. One day she secreted herself and all her cooking utensils in a gully, and she and we had no dinner that day. When she came to tell us about it that night, she looked woe-begone enough, and we told her that it was not necessary to take such precautions in future.

Papa had taken off his two fine imported rifles. He left a number of others of less value behind, the sporting guns of his sons. There were eleven of them in the hall. The Federals took them all out and broke them against two young water-oaks that had been set out that spring. It killed the two trees.

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 208 with many oaths that they meant to shoot the overseer. They were drunk enough to do it. They gave him five minutes to prepare for death. The man was no coward. He said simply, "God will he merciful to my soul. He knows that I am taken suddenly in my sins. My poor wife and children!" He closed his eyes for a few minutes in prayer, and then said, "I am ready."

But we had called the two little girls up,—Letty and Lelia. We told them that they might save this man's life by their tears and prayers. We had argued and entreated in vain,—children might be listened to when grown people's prayers could avail nothing. The children burst out crying, wailing, as we knew they would, and threw their arms around Mr. Scarborough. Their innocent, childish grief made a scene that was more than the men had bargained for. One of the sisters threw herself between the pistol and Mr. Scarborough's body, saying that he had stayed there to protect us, and he should not be murdered.

Debased as the men were, they decided to release Mr. Scarborough and end this scene.

We then begged Mr. Scarborough to go home to his family. He had been cursed and dragged about the yard by his collar, and finally came near losing his life at the hands of a squad of irresponsible camp-followers, as we supposed they were. No one could protect us, and the sight of him seemed to exasperate the men. So Mr. Scarborough went home, and only women and children remained in the house, about twelve of us perhaps.

The men called up the negroes and asked if it were true that all the horses had been carried off the place by the Southern army, or ridden off by the owners. All knew that Gold Dust was hidden in the woods, under the charge of Uncle Harrison, and was fed and watered by him every morning and night. But not one answered.

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 Rh "Who can take me to him " one of them said.

"Uncle Harrison," she replied.

The man ordered Uncle Harrison to show the way to the horse.

He did not move, but, instead, looked at his mistress.

"Go, Uncle Harrison," she said.

"Must I, missis?" and the old man moved off reluctantly. He had hidden him away off in the deep woods, where they could never have found him, he explained afterwards.

When the horse was brought up, one of these rough fellows leaped on his back and struck him with his great whip. The fine creature, that had been trained to go by the word and the reins, and did not know the meaning of a whip, reared and danced with pain.

The man Edmund who had drunk a glass of wine in the porch had always been a bad negro. He was set as a sentinel to prevent our leaving the house. We saw him standing on the quarters' hill about a quarter of a mile off watching the house. Perhaps it was believed that we would attempt to carry off valuables. All night long the cavalry galloped around the house, sometimes under the very windows. We could not sleep for the noise of their horses' hoofs. The servants were as respectful and kind as ever, more so indeed. Aunt Abby crept in the house and handed back the package containing watches and other trinkets. "I cyarn't keep it any longer," she sobbed, while the tears poured down her venerable face. "Dey tells me dey has a wand, and dat wand will pint to anything dey tell it. I gave up all I had. I had a tumbler glass full o' money, presents, an' things dat de ladies had give to me,—half-dollars an' things. I give 'em all up. But I couldn't give up your things. But de wand will pint an' dey will git 'em, an' I bring 'em back to you now."


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 210 They had taken all the money from every negro on the plantation. Uncle Isaac had buried eighty dollars in gold,—the savings of years. This he was made to unearth. He had lately bought a new silver watch, for which he had paid forty dollars. This was taken from him. Uncle Isaac was not a special favorite with his master, but he had been his playfellow in babyhood and boyhood. Partly for this reason, and partly because he was the master's own age, sixty-three years, and had been for years afflicted with incurable lameness, Thomas Dabney made him a present of a pair of his old carriage horses. Uncle Isaac was a preacher, and the horses were intended to give him ease and comfort in going about and in ploughing his own little patch. These horses he sold to a stage-driver for fifty dollars. His master was disgusted, as he had not wished the horses to do hard work.

When Uncle Isaac was robbed he came to the house to pour out his full heart to us. He went over again his old story of being a child of the same year as master, and of his getting a share of the nourishment that nature had provided for the white baby" in your grandma's arms, an' I called her ma an' your pa brother till I knowed better myself. She never tole me to stop."

It will be remembered that my father was during this period about forty miles from home within our lines. Every morning when he woke up his body-servant, George Page, told him of the number of his servants who had slipped away, back to the plantation, in the darkness of the preceding night. They were homesick, and doubtless suspected that their master was as homesick as they were, and only half-hearted in keeping them in the swamp.

As the numbers of the servants diminished day by day, George Page, like Caleb Osbaldistone, tried to make up in himself for what he looked on as the lack of loyalty on the part of the other servants. They were field negroes; he belonged to the house, and his manner to his master, during these days in the swamp, was touching in its blending of affection with respect.


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 Rh He had left his wife and a houseful of children of all ages, to whom he was tenderly attached, on the plantation. He let his master know in every way that he was ready to stay by his side as long as he wished him.

At Burleigh we heard every day of the arrival of the different negroes. We knew that our father yearned to follow them, and that he would do so soon. Each hour we trembled lest we should see him ride up.

It was at this time that we resolved to get to him before he could reach us. We had been living within the lines for a week, and we felt that we could no longer stay in our home under the increasing anxieties.

We packed a few necessary things in two trunks to be taken off by Uncle Isaac in a cart, and we prepared to get away on foot at daylight, before the soldiers came from the camp. They had said on leaving us the evening before that they were coming back in the morning for the silver and to send pickets in every direction to search for papa, and to burn up the house and us in it, too.

Heavy firing had been going on towards the north for some days. The Federal soldiers had told us with loud boasts that they were whipping our Southern soldiers from the battle-fields. Fortunately, we did not know that Edward was in those fights. We were as completely cut off from the outer world as if we had been ourselves in a state of siege, and knew nothing except what they told us. We tried not to believe their stories of our disasters. But they were true. We heard the battle of Raymond on the 12th, on the 14th the battle of Jackson, and on the morning of the 16th the heaviest firing that we had yet heard came from the battle-field of Baker's Creek,—Champion Hill General Grant called it. Fifteen thousand Union soldiers and twenty-three thousand Southern soldiers were present at that battle; but six thousand six hundred and sixty-six Southern muskets were not fired, owing to some disagreement between the commanders it was said.

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 212 could carry us. We were belated the morning of the 16th, and did not get off till near sunrise, and then so hurriedly that one was bareheaded.

We had not a moment to lose. In point of fact, we were pursued eight miles by two soldiers. They did not overtake us, but were themselves overtaken and hanged by Southern soldiers. They had about their persons the money and jewelry that they had taken from us and our neighbors. They had gone out too far from their lines in their eager chase.

They did not reach the house till we had been gone about two hours. They were angry that we had gotten off without giving up the silver and other valuables, which they felt sure we had secreted. They threatened to burn the house and then pursue us. Mrs. Allen, who was making her home at Burleigh, claimed her right to protection as a British subject, and they went off cursing, as they hurried after us.

Two miles from the house we met our father, with George Page riding close by his side, and the other negroes following. He was coming to us, as we knew that be would do. He hired a wagon and put us in it, and in this we travelled for a week across the country to the Mobile and Ohio Railroad. A little negro girl had accompanied us, running out of the woods to join us, just as we were turning out of sight of the Burleigh house.

"I want to go wid de white ladies," she said. "I didn't tell nobody, 'cus I was 'feared dey wouldn't lemme go. I was so 'feared de white ladies would git away 'fore I wake up."

So the plantation had known of our intention of leaving, and we had not been betrayed to the soldiers!

Papa had but twenty dollars in his pocket. We had run off without money; all that we had was buried within the enemy's lines. Everything was dear in the country through which we passed. We lived on a few square inches of corn bread and a few square inches of bacon a day during that week.

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 Rh cut off one-third of the allotted pittance of bread and of meat for Amy. The children seeing this did the same with their portions, and Amy was the only soul in that wagon who was not hungry during that week. She had no clothes, either, but the things that she had on. Her dress was of white cotton, clean and spotless during the first day only. We were wearing black for our dearest mother. Very soon we had to dress Amy up in one of our black dresses from the scant contents of the two trunks. She was the best and most useful of little maids, and happy to the end of her short life. She died of pneumonia a year from this time, mourned by all the family. She could never be made to admit that she was homesick or sorry for having cast her fortunes in with the "white ladies."

We spent a week in a wretched house near Enterprise, Mississippi. At the end of this time J. R. Eggleston, who had lately married Sarah Dabney, came up from Mobile with money to relieve present embarrassments and to take the family to Mobile.

Two of us were bareheaded as we travelled on the train and through the streets of Mobile. Three houses were thrown open to us,—Dr. Frank Ross's, Major William Ross's, and General Zachariah Deas's.

We rested for one week under the roof of Dr. Frank Ross and his dear wife, and then took possession, free of rent, of the house of General Zachariah Deas. The hospitable Mobile people said that they were happy to do anything in their power for soldiers or refugees. We lived for six months in the Deas house. But two months of wretched anxiety and suspense were ahead of us when we reached Mobile on that lovely day in May. We heard then for the first time that General Pemberton's command had fallen back into Vicksburg after the engagement at Baker's Creek. Edward was in this division, and we did not hear of his safety till two weeks after the surrender of Vicksburg. He rode to Mobile on horseback after his parole, and his appearance at the door was our first tidings of him. In the torn-up condition of the country it was often impossible to get letters through.


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On the rare occasions where we want move text from one page to another, we would generally look to use and  pairs on respective pages, as per [//en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Page%3APopular_Science_Monthly_Volume_4.djvu%2F415&diff=3748771&oldid=3745973 here]. You are doing a great job of proofreading. — billinghurst  sDrewth  12:47, 14 April 2012 (UTC)

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Just to let you know—for it might save you some work (even if copy/pasting) in the future... A single size is equal to 2em, and you needn't type out. Londonjackbooks (talk) 22:43, 18 May 2012 (UTC)

Anathaniel, one rule line or two rule lines ?
Anathaniel, do you plan to place a double rule on all previous and following pages that show the page numbers? I have placed a single rule on many, if not most of the pages. Either way is fine but the book shows one and should look show them all the same way from page to page. Kindest regards, —Maury (talk) 19:45, 4 July 2013 (UTC)

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Anathaniel, one way to align the three images is shown on wikipedia Matthew Fontaine Maury. Some are on the right and at least one is on the left. So, we can use left, center, and right commands which gives 1,2,3. (Use the edit to see how they are done). Text is next added at the bottom of each of those and made small. Another way would be to put the three images back together (I think they were in a row) and re-upload as one larger image composed of the 3 which can still be any size including small, and then place text to the left, center, middle. This is all I know about it but others here are smarter with different methods. Kind regards, —Maury (talk) 20:47, 5 July 2013 (UTC)

 * I am getting too old! The url is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Fontaine_Maury

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 * I have changed the center image to show all three men as original in book but it needs text work that I do not know how to do. Can you handle it? Kind regards, —Maury (talk) 21:59, 5 July 2013 (UTC)

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 society whenever opportunity could be rendered fairly subservient to their inclinations, and as he (Mr. Haverley,) had the means with the disposition to feed both her vanity and vicious propensities, she seemed devoted to his embraces only, notwithstanding that she artfully gave herself to more sly intrigues with other gentlemen visitants, but all conducted with such consummate cunning of management, that Mrs. Wallingdon, her aunt, entertained not the slightest suspicion to the contrary of her conduct being strictly correct.

Thus she commenced, at that early age, (then but turned of sixteen, about two or three months,) her vicious career of life, polluted at the heart's core, every virtuous principle fled, both her mind and person defiled, she soon became wholly lost to every sense of modest feeling which should adorn the sex and stamp the woman truly amiable. At the end of the prolonged season her lover in chief, Mr Haverley took his departure from Bedford, previously to which, as he was young, handsome, and, above all, rich; he had do difficulty in bringing Rachel to an arrangement for becoming his mistress. Her naturally loose principles, desire of gain for the advantage of gaiety, and her propensity to proflgateprofligate [sic] indulgences, were powerful advocates in favour of his proposals: she gave her decided preference to his terms, because she knew his means were ample to supply her extravagant wishes; therefore he had but to propose for Rachel to agree to his liberal offer; accordingly, he had been gone from her aunt's house three days, when on the evening of the third day, as agreed, he returned to Bedford Pa. in disguise and remained at a small Inn, in the outskirts, till the appointed hour should arrive:—Rachel was all in preparation and expectancy; the clock struck the signal hour for moving, she was instantly in the arms of her lover, the carriage was waiting to receive them at a short distance from the window whence she escaped, thus they eloped together that night, and with the help of swift horses, they were soon safe lodged in a handsome mansion on his estate in Chester  county.—Mrs. Wallingdon's astonishment, on missing her niece Hachel the next morning, may be more easily supposed than told: every possible search was immediately


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 just come into possession of a very rich and splendid patrimony, who paid her particular and marked attention, was most assiduous in his efforts to win and merit her sincere affection by every tenderness of delicate bearing towards her, and lavished very considerable sums in bestowing valuable presents upon her, at different times, of rich jewels, diamond ornament, &c. &c. to decorate her person, moved thereto by passionate regard, as well as an ardent desire to attach her heart's constancy to him through a liberal gratification of her vanity, of which she had no small share; and if constancy had been at all amongst the number of her qualities he could not perhaps, have adopted a more sure methods of securing it; but love of change, avarice, and their concomitant deception, as they after developed themselves in her licentious pursuits and actions, appear as the predominant characteristics of her natal disposition.

This gentleman had made some honourable advances, and would have as honourably acquitted himself of the proposals offered, in a way most important to her advantage and future station in society, has he not, long before the close of  the watering-season, discovered that she allowed familiarities to many, and bestowed certain favours on other of the occupants in the house, which induced him to change his mode of siege, as he now felt conviction that, that only was requisite to obtaining the same privileges with her, she had conceded with so little ceremony to several of his more successful though less honourably inclined rivals.

On this suggestion, though not without some unpleasant feelings of reluctance, for his, attachment for her, (prior to this,) was affectionately sincere, abandoning his former  hoes [sic] and intentions, (for, as he really loved her, he hoped as well as intended,) of making her his wife, he altered his, system, of attack, and taking a new ground of approach he succeeded in carrying his point; she capitulated to his desires without a struggle of resistance and yielded her person to his will more readily than he could willingly have wished, as true love is ever anxious under the circumstances to retain as much good opinion as possible of the object it has once adored.

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 made the place and for some miles round, to ascertain the fugitive's retreat, but, of course, no Rachel Cunningham was to be found, nor could any intelligence be obtained of in what manner she had lied, or what route she and her paramour had taken: all that could be called certain was that the young lady had eloped with some one or other, by her night-clothes remaining as the servant had left them on the previous day, and the bed, on which she commonly slept, not having been impressed with any one's lying on it the night before, while the door of her chamber was found locked on the inside, which under a horrible feeling of dread was forced open, when the state of the room and window clearly indicated by what way the apartment had been vacated.

Now in full possession of her, enraptured in the charming acquisition of so much personal beauty concentrated in the object of his heart's desires, and revelling in the unmeasurable extacy and luxurious delights of her embraces, he in the burning fervor of his soulssoul's [sic] amorous happiness literally idolized her as a deity, while she was no less sensible of the complete power she held over his enslaved affections, by which ascendancy she was the leader of his will and sole ruler of his actions, which controlling influence she took especial care to make the instrument of her own private advantage. Whatever she wished, and her wishes were not few, nor to be accomplished, in most cases, without some considerable sacrifice of pecuniary property, was always procured for her; however extravagant the demand might be or difficult to be obtained, no consideration of expence [sic] was ever opposed to the gratification of her desires.

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 and her very shrewd conception of things coming within the sphere of her notice, which would have seemed beyond the reach of infantine comprehension; while she possessed those bewitching germs of beauty which won the favour and excited the admiration of all who beheld the superiority and contemplated the rising excellence of her charms. To these personal qualities and mental prefigurations of what, in their fond hopes they predicted, she might in future be, may be, not inaptly, attributed an overyielding indulgence, on the part of her parents, to all her little whims, desires, and growing caprices, without regard to the necessary restraint to curb that warmth and volatility nature had mingled with and implanted in her composition.

At a very early age she was put to a sort of preparatory boarding-school, and when she was in her ninth year, death deprived her of a kind mother's ever-watchful attention.—This, although she fell not then its weight, was a loss at once irreparable in itself and destructive in its effects; and as it effected the best interests of the blooming Rachel's future situation in society, fate could not, perhaps, have aimed a stroke more truly ruinous to her well-being.

At the seminary, before referred to, she remained but a short time subsequent to her mother's decease, when, for her better education and accomplishment for the station in life she was intended to fill, to be initiated in those branches of polite literature, deemed in the instruction of young ladies, as most imperatively necessary to the finish of the female character, she was removed to another establishment of higher order and repute, where in a little while, she preeminently distinguished herself by, for her age, the rapid progress she made in those acquirements and the facility with which she imbibed the benefits of tuition. She was now the almost worshipped idol of her father's most sanguine hopes, while he looked forward to the future day, when he should behold in his adored Rachel one of the most brilliant ornaments of female society, with anticipations that gladdened every coming hour of his existence with the heart cheering prospect before him. During the periods of school-vacation, when she would be at home, and more immediately under his eye, he, as it were, absolutely deified her.


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 was too much to gratify her wishes; no indulgence was withheld from her desires, and all she hoped and asked was granted almost before the request found breath of utterance; nor was any thing denied that could by any possibility of means within his reach, be obtained to please this daughter of his heart's fondest affections, this child of his fairest prospect and delight, while the approving admiration her youthful, but brilliant wit and blooming beauty gave birth to amongst his friends and visiting connections, most highly flattered his parental feelings.

The sun of promise shone with seemingly increasing splendour on her future fortunes, as if with each succeeding day the prospect brightened still: she was at this lime just fourteen; five years had her mother slumbered in the silent grave, when, lo! as if to complete that fatality, which like a blighting cloud, (though yet unperceived) hung over her, her father under an attack of apoplexy, also paid the debt of nature. This fatal stroke of adverse fortune happened while she was at school, and the too sad intelligence was communicated to her with the greatest care and precaution, lest an abrupt disclosure thereof might operate a shock more violent upon her sensibility than her delicate frame might be able lo sustain under a sudden excess of grief, and her health be thereby endangered; for she had the heart-respect and interest of all who knew her in her favour.

However available, on such an awful occurrence, such laudable precaution might have been with some, with Rachel Cunningham it was decidedly unnecessary, and, I may add was in every respect positively useless; for with all her seeming perfections, nature appears not to have endued her with those little, tender, flexible cords of sensitive feeling, which, trembling under the most trifling touch, vibrate in


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Rh devotedly attached to her, and admired her beyond measure. He had a woman's delicacy of feature, and was—"as you may see, though you never saw her," said Herbert to me—"exactly like his mother." It was but natural that I should take to him much more kindly than to Drummle, and that, even in the earliest evenings of our boating, he and I should pull homeward abreast of one another, conversing from boat to boat, while Bentley Drummle came up in our wake alone, under the overhanging banks and among the rushes. He would always creep in-shore like some uncomfortable amphibious creature, even when the tide would have sent him fast upon his way; and I always think of him as coming after us in the dark or by the backwater, when our own two boats were breaking the sunset or the moonlight in mid-stream.

Herbert was my intimate companion and friend. I presented him with a half-share in my boat, which was the occasion of his often coming down to Hammersmith; and my possession of a half-share in his chambers often took me up to London. We used to walk between the two places at all hours. I have an affection for the road yet (though it is not so pleasant a road as it was then), formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.

When I had been in Mr. Pocket's family a month or two, Mr. and Mrs. Camilla turned up. Camilla was Mr. Pocket's sister. Georgiana, whom I had seen at Miss Havisham's on the same occasion, also turned up. She was a cousin—an indigestive single woman, who called her rigidity religion, and her liver love. These people hated me with the hatred of cupidity and disappointment. As a matter of course, they fawned upon me in my prosperity with the basest meanness. Towards Mr. Pocket, as a grown-up infant with no notion of his own interests, they showed the complacent forbearance I had heard them express. Mrs. Pocket they held in contempt; but they allowed the poor soul to have been heavily disappointed in life, because that shed a feeble reflected light upon themselves.

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212 expensive habits, and began to spend an amount of money that within a few short months I should have thought almost fabulous; but through good and evil I stuck to my books. There was no other merit in this, than my having sense enough to feel my deficiencies. Between Mr. Pocket and Herbert I got on fast; and, with one or the other always at my elbow to give me the start I wanted, and clear obstructions out of my road, I must have been as great a dolt as Drummle if I had done less.

I had not seen Mr. Wemmick for some weeks, when I thought I would write him a note and propose to go home with him on a certain evening. He replied that it would give him much pleasure, and that he would expect me at the office at six o'clock. Thither I went, and there I found him, putting the key of his safe down his back as the clock struck.

"Did you think of walking down to Walworth?" said he.

"Certainly," said I, "if you approve."

"Very much," was Wemmick's reply, "for I have had my legs under the desk all day, and shall be glad to stretch them. Now I'll tell you what I've got for supper, Mr. Pip. I have got a stewed steak—which is of home preparation—and a cold roast fowl—which is from the cook's-shop. I think it's tender, because the master of the shop was a Juryman in some cases of ours the other day, and we let him down easy. I reminded him of it when I bought the fowl, and I said, 'Pick us out a good one, old Briton, because if we had chosen to keep you in the box another day or two, we could have done it.' He said to that, 'Let me make you a present of the best fowl in the shop' I let him of course. As far as it goes, it's property and portable. You don't object to an aged parent, I hope?"

I really thought he was still speaking of the fowl, until he added, "Because I have got an aged parent at my place." I then said what politeness required.

"So you haven't dined with Mr. Jaggers yet?" he pursued, as we walked along.

"Not yet."

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 "He told me so this afternoon when he heard you were coming. I expect you'll have an invitation to-morrow. He's going to ask your pals, too. Three of; em; ain't there?"

Although I was not in the habit of counting Drummle as one of my intimate associates, I answered, "Yes."

"Well, he's going to ask the whole gang;" I hardly felt complimented by the word; "and whatever he gives you, he'll give you good. Don't look forward to variety, but you'll have excellence. And there's another rum thing in his house," proceeded Wemmick after a moment's pause, as if the remark followed on the housekeeper understood; "he never lets a door or window be fastened at night."

"Is he never robbed?"

"That's it!" returned Wemmick. "He says, and gives it out publicly, 'I want to see the man who'll rob me.' Lord bless you, I have heard him, a hundred times if I have heard once, say to regular cracksmen in our front office, 'You know where I live; now no bolt is ever drawn there; why don't you do a stroke of business with me? Come; can't I tempt you?' Not a man of them, sir, would be bold enough to try it on, for love or money."

"They dread him so much?" said I.

"Dread him," said Wemmick. "I believe you they dread him. Not but what he's artful, even in his defiance of them. No silver, sir. Britannia metal, every spoon."

"So they wouldn't have much," I observed, "even if they"

"Ah! But he would have much," said Wemmick, cutting me short, "and they know it. He'd have their lives, and the lives of scores of 'em. He'd have all he could get. And it's impossible to say what he couldn't get, if he gave his mind to it."

I was falling into meditation on my guardian's greatness, when Wemmick remarked:

"As to the absence of plate, that's only his natural depth, you know. A river's its natural depth, and he's his natural depth. Look at his watch-chain. That's real enough."

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214 "It's very massive," said I.

"Massive?" repeated Wemmick. "I think so. And his watch is a gold repeater, and worth a hundred pound if it's worth a penny. Mr. Pip, there are about seven hundred thieves in this town who know all about that watch; there's not a man, a woman, or a child, among them, who wouldn't identify the smallest link in that chain, and drop it as if it was red-hot, if inveigled into touching it."

At first with such discourse, and afterwards with conversation of a more general nature, did Mr. Wemmick and I beguile the time and the road, until he gave me to understand that we had arrived in the district of Walworth.

It appeared to be a collection of black lanes, ditches, and little gardens, and to present the aspect of a rather dull retirement. Wemmick's house was a little wooden cottage in the midst of plots of garden, and the top of it was cut out and painted like a battery mounted with guns.

"My own doing," said Wemmick. "Looks pretty; don't it?"

I highly commended it. I think it was the smallest house I ever saw; with the queerest Gothic windows (by far the greater part of them sham), and a Gothic door, almost too small to get in at.

"That's a real flagstaff, you see," said Wemmick, "and on Sundays I run up a real flag. Then look here. After I have crossed this bridge, I hoist it up—so—and cut off the communication."

The bridge was a plank, and it crossed a chasm four feet wide and two deep. But it was very pleasant to see the pride with which he hoisted it up, and made it fast; smiling as he did so, with a relish, and not merely mechanically.

"At nine o'clock every night, Greenwich time," said Wemmick, "the gun fires. There he is, you see! And when you hear him go, I think you'll say he's a Stinger."

The piece of ordnance referred to, was mounted in a separate fortress, constructed of lattice-work. It was protected from the weather by an ingenious little tarpaulin contrivance in the nature of an umbrella.

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 "Then, at the back," said Wemmick, "out of sight, so as not to impede the idea of fortifications—for it's a principle with me, if you have an idea, carry it out and keep it up—I don't know whether that's your opinion"

I said, decidedly

"—At the back, there's a pig, and there are fowls and rabbits; then I knock together my own little frame, you see, and grow cucumbers; and you'll judge at supper what sort of a salad I can raise. So, sir," said Wemmick, smiling again, but seriously, too, as he shook his head, "if you can suppose the little place besieged, it would hold out a devil of a time in point of provisions."

Then, he conducted me to a bower about a dozen yards off, but which was approached by such ingenious twists of path that it took quite a long time to get at; and in this retreat our glasses were already set forth. Our punch was cooling in an ornamental lake, on whose margin the bower was raised. This piece of water (with an island in the middle which might have been the salad for supper) was of a circular form, and he had constructed a fountain in it, which, when you set a little mill going and took a cork out of a pipe, played to that powerful extent that it made the back of your hand quite wet.

"I am my own engineer, and my own carpenter, and my own plumber, and my own gardener, and my own Jack of all Trades," said Wemmick, in acknowledging my compliments. "Well, it's a good thing, you know. It brushes the Newgate cobwebs away, and pleases the Aged. You wouldn't mind being at once introduced to the Aged, would you? It wouldn't put you out?"

I expressed the readiness I felt, and we went into the castle. There, we found, sitting by a fire, a very old man in a flannel coat: clean, cheerful, comfortable, and well cared for, but intensely deaf.

"Well, aged parent," said Wemmick, shaking hands with him in a cordial and jocose way, "how am you?"

"All right, John; all right!" replied the old man.

"Here's Mr. Pip, aged parent," said Wemmick, "and I wish you could hear his name. Nod away at him, Mr. Pip;

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Rh that's what he likes. Nod away at him, if you please, like winking!"

"This is a fine place of my son's, sir," cried the old man, while I nodded as hard as I possibly could. "This is a pretty pleasure-ground, sir. This spot and these beautiful works upon it ought to be kept together by the Nation, after my son's time, for the people's enjoyment."

"You're as proud of it as Punch; ain't you, Aged?" said Wemmick, contemplating the old man, with his hard face really softened; "there's a nod for you;" giving him a tremendous one; "there's another for you;" giving him a still more tremendous one; "you like that, don't you? If you're not tired, Mr. Pip—though I know it's tiring to strangers—will you tip him one more? You can't think how it pleases him."

I tipped him several more, and he was in great spirits. We left him bestirring himself to feed the fowls, and we sat down to our punch in the arbour; where Wemmick told me as he smoked a pipe, that it had taken him a good many years to bring the property up to its present pitch of perfection.

"Is it your own, Mr. Wemmick?"

"O yes," said Wemmick, "I have got hold of it, a bit at a time. It's a freehold, by George!"

"Is it, indeed? I hope Mr. Jaggers admires it."

"Never seen it," said Wemmick. "Never heard of it. Never seen the Aged. Never heard of him. No; the office is one thing, and private life is another. When I go into the office, I leave the Castle behind me, and when I come into the Castle, I leave the office behind me. If it's not in any way disagreeable to you, you'll oblige me by doing the same. I don't wish it professionally spoken about."

Of course I felt my good faith involved in the observance of his request. The punch being very nice, we sat there drinking it and talking, until it was almost nine o'clock. "Getting near gun-fire," said Wemmick then, as he laid down his pipe; "it's the Aged's treat."

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Rh heating the poker, with expectant eyes, as a preliminary to the performance of this great nightly ceremony. Wemmick stood with his watch in his hand until the moment was come for him to take the red-hot poker from the Aged, and repair to the battery. He took it, and went out, and presently the Stinger went off with a bang that shook the crazy little box of a cottage as if it must fall to pieces, and made every glass and teacup in it ring. Upon this the Aged—who I believe would have been blown out of his arm-chair but for holding on by the elbows—cried out exultingly, "He's fired! I heerd him!" and I nodded at the old gentleman until it is no figure of speech to declare that I absolutely could not see him.

The interval between that time and supper, Wemmick devoted to showing me his collection of curiosities. They were mostly of a felonious character; comprising the pen with which a celebrated forgery had been committed, a distinguished razor or two, some locks of hair, and several manuscript confessions written under condemnation—upon which Mr Wemmick set particular value as being, to use his own words, "every one of 'em Lies, sir." These were agreeably dispersed among small specimens of china and glass, various neat trifles made by the proprietor of the museum, and some tobacco-stoppers carved by the Aged. They were all displayed in that chamber of the Castle into which I had been first inducted, and which served, not only as the general sitting-room, but as the kitchen too, if I might judge from a saucepan on the hob, and a brazen bijou over the fireplace designed for the suspension of a roasting-jack

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218 a very thin ceiling between me and the flagstaff, that when I lay down on my back in bed, it seemed as if I had to balance that pole on my forehead all night.

Wemmick was up early in the morning, and I am afraid I heard him cleaning my boots. After that, he fell to gardening, and I saw him from my Gothic window pretending to employ the Aged, and nodding at him in a most devoted manner. Our breakfast was as good as the supper, and at half-past eight precisely we started for Little Britain. By degrees, Wemmick got dryer and harder as we went along, and his mouth tightened into a post-office again. At last, when we got to his place of business and he pulled out his key from his coat-collar, he looked as unconscious of his Walworth property as if the Castle and the drawbridge and the arbour and the lake and the fountain and the Aged, had all been blown into space together by the last discharge of the Stinger.

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 заработок (-тка) earnings.

заражать (dur of заразить).

-ся to become infected, to catch (an illness). заражу See заразить.

зараз at once. Я не могу делать два дела зараз. I can't do two things at once.

зараза infection. Эта канава — настоящий источник заразы. This ditch is a real source of infection. — Чтобы не распространять заразы, учеников распустили. The students were sent home in order not to spread the infection.

заразить (pct of заражать) to give someone an illness. Не подходите ко мне, я боюсь вас заразить гриппом. Don't come close to me; I'm afraid of giving you my cold. □ Он заразил остальных детей скарлатиной. The other children caught scarlet fever from him. • Он всех нас заразил своей энергией. We found his unusual energy catching.

-ся to catch (an illness). Я заразился насморком от сестры. I caught a head-cold from my sister. • to become infected. Вы, я вижу, заразились его пессимизмом. I see you became infected with his pessimism.

заразный contagion. Она лежит в заразном бараке. She's in the contagion ward. • contagious. Не заходите к нему, у него заразная болезнь. Don't visit him; he has a contagious disease.

заранее (/cf ранний/) in advance. Постарайтесь всё приготовить к отъезду заранее. Try to prepare everything in advance for the trip. • beforehand. Надо купить билеты заранее. We have to get tickets beforehand. • prematurely. Нечего заранее огорчаться. There's no use eating your heart out prematurely. □ убийство с заранее обдуманным намерением premeditated murder.

зарегистрировать (pct of регистрировать, which is both dur and pct) to file. Зарегистрируйте эту бумагу, пожалуйста. File this paper, please. • to register. Я иду зарегистрировать рождение ребёнка. I'm on my way to register the birth of my child. — Вы у нас не зарегистрированы. You're not registered here.

-ся to be registered. Вам, вероятно, надо зарегистрироваться в вашем консульстве. You probably have to be registered at your consulate. □ Мой брат вчера зарегистрировался (в загсе). My brother got married yesterday.

зарекомендовать (pct) to prove oneself. Он зарекомендовал себя хорошим работником. He proved himself a good worker. • to acquire a reputation. Он очень хорошо себя зарекомендовал. He acquired a good reputation for himself.

зарою See зарыть.

зарплата salary. У вас в учреждении зарплата в этом году повысилась? Were there increases in salary this year at your office? □ месячная зарплата monthly pay. номинальная зарплата nominal wages. реальная зарплата real wages. □ Когда у вас на заводе выдают зарплату? When do you get paid at the factory?

зарывать (dur of зарыть) to be buried. Мы пришли на кладбище, когда его уже зарывали. He was already being buried when we came to the cemetery. • to bury. Жалко, он зарывает свой талант в землю. It's a pity he's burying his talent.

зарыть (-рою, -роет; ppp -рытый; pct of зарывать) to bury. Этот мусор лучше всего зарыть в землю. It's best to bury this garbage in the ground.

заря (/a зорю/, P зори, зорь or зорей, зорям) dawn. Мы с ним проболтали до зари. We stayed up with him till dawn. □ вечерняя заря sunset. А вы видели наши северные вечерние зори? Have you seen our northern sunsets? □ Что это вы встали ни свет, ни заря? Why did you get up at such an unearthly hour?

зарядка setting-up exercises. Товарищи, мы сейчас начнём утреннюю зарядку. Friends, we're just starting our morning setting-up exercises.

засаривать (dur of засорить).

засевать (-ваю, -вает; dur of засеять).

заседание conference. Директор сейчас на заседании. The director is now in conference. • meeting. Заседание коллегии назначено на два часа. The committee meeting is set for two o'clock. • session. Этот вопрос будет обсуждаться в закрытом заседании. This question will be discussed at a closed session.

засеивать (dur of засеять).

засеять (-сею, -сеет; pct of засевать and засеивать) to sow. Мы в этом году засеяли больше пшеницы, чем в прошлом. This year we've sowed more wheat than last.

заслуга service. Он был награждён медалью "за боевые заслуги". He was decorated for "outstanding service under fire." — У этого человека большие заслуги перед рабочим движением. This man has done great service for the workers' movement. • effort. Если работа будет выполнена в срок, то это будет всецело ваша заслуга. If the work is finished on time it will be entirely due to your efforts. □ Его наградили по заслугам и дали ему медаль. He got a medal which he certainly deserved. • Ему досталось по заслугам. He got what was coming to him.

заслуживать (dur of заслужить) to deserve. Этот план заслуживает внимательного обсуждения. This plan deserves careful consideration. • to be worthy. Она не заслуживает вашей любви. She's not worthy of your love.

заслужить (-служу, -служит/ppp -служенный/ pct of заслуживать) to earn. Он заслужил славу лучшего сталевара на заводе. He earned the reputation of the best steel smelter in the factory. • to deserve. Я, право, не заслужил ваших упрёков. Now really, I don't deserve your reproof.

'засмеяться (-смеюсь, -смеётся; pct) to burst out laughing. Он засмеялся, когда я ему это сказал. He burst out laughing when I told him about it.

заснуть (pct of засыпать) to fall asleep. Мне всю ночь не удалось заснуть ни на минуту. I couldn't manage to fall asleep all night.

засорить (-сорю, -сорит; pct of засорять and засаривать) to clog up. У нас в кухне засорена раковина. Our kitchen drain is clogged up. □ Мне все глаза засорило. I got my eyes full of dust.

засорять (dur of засорить) to cram. Не засоряйте себе голову ненужными мелочами. Don't cram your head with such trifles.

засохнуть (p засох, -ла, -ло, -ли; pct of засыхать) to wilt. Какая жалость, все цветы засохли. What a pity! All


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 the flowers wilted. • to be stale. Хлеб совсем засох. The bread is absolutely stale.

заставать (-стаю, -стаёт; imv -ставай; prger -ставая; dur of застать) to find. Я ещё никогда не заставил его без дела. I've never found him idle yet. — Прихожу домой и, представьте себе, кого я там застаю? I came home and can you imagine who I found there?

заставить (pct of заставлять) to make, to force, to compel. Меня никто не может заставить туда поехать. No one can make me go there.

заставлять (dur of заставить) to force. Не заставляйте его петь, он очень устал. Don't force him to sing; he's very tired.

застану See застать.

застать (-стану, -станет; pct of заставить) to find. Я застал его за работой. I found him at work. • to catch. В это время его нельзя застать дома. You can't catch him at home at that time. — Вы меня застали врасплох. You caught me unawares. • to get. Когда можно вас застать дома? When can I get you at home? • to reach. Его можно застать в конторе только утром. Не сап be reached at the office only in the morning.

застаю See заставать.

застёгивать ([-g'v-] dur of застегнуть) to button.

застегнуть (pct of застёгивать) to button up. Застегните пальто. Button up your overcoat. • to hook up. Погодите, я только застегну крючки на платье. Wait, I'll just hook up my dress.

застенчивый shy.

застонать (/-стону, -стонет/; pct) to start to groan. Он громко застонал. He started groaning loudly.

застраховать (pct of застраховывать) to insure. Я застраховал свою библиотеку. I've insured my library.

-ся to take out insurance. Вам следовало бы застраховаться. You should take out some insurance.

застраховывать (dur of застраховать) to insure.

заступаться (dur of заступиться) to take (someone's) part. Почему вы всегда за него заступаетесь? Why do you always take his part?

заступиться (-ступлюсь, -ступится; pct of заступаться) to stand up (for someone). Он заступился за свою сестрёнку. He stood up for his kid sister.

засуха drought.

засыпать (dur of заснуть) to fall asleep. Я ложусь рано, но засыпаю очень поздно. I go to bed early but fall asleep very late.

засыхать (dur of засохнуть) to dry up, to become stale, to wilt. затапливать (dur of затопить) to light. Перед уходом на работу я затапливаю печку. I light the stove before going to work.

затворить (-творю, -творит; pct of затворять) to close. Затворите окно. Close the window.

затворять (dur of затворить) to close. Почему вы не затворяете двери? Дует! Why don't you close the door? There's a draft!

затем (/cf тот/) after that. Затем вам надо будет сходить на почту. After that you'll have to go to the post office. • then. Сначала распакуйте вещи, а затем идите знакомиться с публикой. First get unpacked and then come to meet the crowd. □ Я послал его затем, чтобы предупредить вас. I sent him to warn you. • "Вам нужны деньги?" "Я затем и пришёл". "Do you need money?" "Yes, that's the reason I came."

затмение eclipse. □ лунное затмение eclipse of the moon. солнечное затмение eclipse of the sun.

зато (/cf тот/) on the other hand. Он работает медленно, но зато очень хорошо. He works slowly, but on the other hand he works very well. • but then. Сахару у нас мало, зато я вам дам варенья к чаю. We only have a little sugar, but then I can give you some jam with your tea. — Я заплатил дорого, но зато продукты самого лучшего качества. It cost me a lot of money, but then I got the best product.

затопить (-топлю, -топит; pct of затапливать and затоплять) □ затопить печку to light a stove. Затопите здесь печку, а то я совсем замёрз. Light the stove in here; I'm absolutely frozen.

затоплять (dur of затопить) to overflow. Каждую весну эта реки затопляет береги. Every spring the river overflows its banks.

затор traffic jam. Подъезжая к городу, мы попали в большой затор. We got into a big traffic jam as we were nearing town. • jam. У кассы образовался страшный затор. There was an awful jam near the box office.

затормаживать (dur of затормозить).

заторможу See затормозить.

затормозить (pct of затормаживать) to put on the brake. Водитель затормозил машину. The driver put on the brake.

затрата expense. Мы не остановимся перед большими затратами, чтобы оборудовать мастерски как следует. We'll go to any expense to equip our workshop properly. • expenditure. Обидно, что все эти затраты себя не оправдали. It's a shame that this whole expenditure didn't bring proper results. □ Это дело потребует большой затраты энергии. This job will take a great deal of energy.

затруднение difficulty. Главное затруднение в том, что он не знает русского языка. The greatest difficulty lies in the fact that he doesn't know Russian. • hitch. В чём же тут затруднение? What's the hitch, then? • trouble. Он поговорил с хозяйкой квартиры и вывёл меня из затруднения. He spoke to the landlady and got me out of trouble.

затылок (-лка) back of one's head. Я основательно стукнулся затылком об пол. I banged the back of my head when I fell. □ У вас шляпа совсем на затылок съехала. Your hat is sitting way back on your head.

затягиваться ([-g'v-] dur of затянуться) to heal. Его рана уже начинает затягиваться. His wound is already beginning to heal. □ Зима в этом году что-то затягивается. Spring is somewhat late this year.

затянуться (-тянись, -тянется; pct of затягиваться) to take a puff. Он с наслаждением затянулся папиросой. He took a puff on the cigarette with great pleasure. • to be dragging along. Решение этого вопроса затянулось. The solution of this matter has been dragging along for a long time.

заучивать (dur of заучить) to memorize. Я этой песни не заучивал, я запомнил её сразу. I memorized this song in no time at all.


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sweo[r]dum āswefecle,þæt syðþan nā ymb brontne fordbrim-līðende lāde ne letton.Lēoht ēastan cōm, beorht bēacen Godes;brimu swaþredon, þæt ic sǣ-næssasgesēon mihte, windige weallas.Wyrd oft nereð unfǣgne eorl,þonne his ellen dēah. Hwæþere mē gesǣlde,þæt ic mid sweorde ofslōh niceras nigene.Nō ic on niht gefrægn under heofones hwealfheardran feohtan, ne on ēg-strēamumearmran mannon; hwæþere ic fāra fengfēore gedīgde, sīþes wērig.Ðā mec sǣ oþbær, flod æfter faroðe,on Finna land, wadu weallendu.Nō ic wiht fram þē swylcra searo-nīðasecgan hȳrde, billa brōgan;Breca nǣfre git æt heaðo-lāce,ne gehwæþer incer, swā dēorlīcedǣd gefremede fāgum sweordum(nō ic þæs [fela] gylpe), þēah ðū þīnum brōðrumtō banan wurde, hēafod-mǣgum;þæs þū in *helle scealt werhðo drēogan.þēah þīn wit duge. Secge ic þē tō sōðe,sunu Ecglāfes, þæt nǣfre Gre[n]del swā felagryra gefremede,

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atol ǣglǣca,ealdre þīnum, hȳnðo on Heorote,gif þīn hige wǣre, sefa swā searo-grim,swā þū self talast; ac hē hafað onfunden,þæt hē þā fǣhðe ne þearf, atole ecg-þræce,ēower lēode swīðe onsittan,Sige-Scyldinga; nymeð nȳd-bāde,nǣnegum ārað lēode Deniga,ac hē [on] lust wīgeð, swefeð ond sendeþ,secce ne wēneþ tō Gar-Denum.Ac ic him Gēata sceal eafoð ond ellenungēara nū gūþe gebēodan.Gǣþ eft sē þe mōt tō medo mōdig,siþþan morgen-lēoht ofer ylda bearnoþres dōgores, sunne swegl-wered,sūþan scīneð.” Þā wæs on sālumsinces brytta, gamol-feax ond gūð-rōf;gēoce gelȳfde *brego Beorht-Dena;gehȳrde on Bēowulfe folces hyrdefæst-rǣdne geþōht. Ðǣr wæs hæleþa hleahtor,hlyn swynsode, word wǣron wynsume.Ēode Wealhþēow forð, cwēn Hrōðgāres,cynna gemyndig, grētte gold-hrodenguman on healle;

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44 Sore is my soul to say to any of the race of man what ruth for me in Heorot Grendel with hate hath wrought, what sudden harryings. Hall-folk fail me, my warriors wane; for Wyrd hath swept them into Grendel’s grasp. But God is able this deadly foe from his deeds to turn! Boasted full oft, as my beer they drank, earls o’er the ale-cup, arméd men, that they would bide in the beer-hall here, Grendel’s attack with terror of blades. Then was this mead-house at morning tide dyed with gore, when the daylight broke, all the boards of the benches blood-besprinkled, gory the hall: I had heroes the less, doughty dear-ones that death had reft. —But sit to the banquet, unbind thy words, hardy hero, as heart shall prompt thee.” Gathered together, the Geatish men in the banquet-hall on bench assigned, sturdy-spirited, sat them down, hardy-hearted. A henchman attended, carried the carven cup in hand, served the clear mead. Oft minstrels sang blithe in Heorot. Heroes revelled, no dearth of warriors, Weder and Dane.


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Unferth spake, the son of Ecglaf, who sat at the feet of the Scyldings’ lord, unbound the battle-runes. —Beowulf’s quest, sturdy seafarer’s, sorely galled him; ever he envied that other men should more achieve in middle-earth of fame under heaven than he himself.— “Art thou that Beowulf, Breca’s rival, who emulous swam on the open sea, when for pride the pair of you proved the floods, and wantonly dared in waters deep to risk your lives? No living man, or lief or loath, from your labor dire could you dissuade, from swimming the main. Ocean-tides with your arms ye covered, with strenuous hands the sea-streets measured, swam o’er the waters. Winter’s storm rolled the rough waves. In realm of sea a sennight strove ye. In swimming he topped thee, had more of main! Him at morning-tide billows bore to the Battling Reamas,


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46 whence he hied to his home so dear, beloved of his liegemen, to land of Brondings, fastness fair, where his folk he ruled, town and treasure. In triumph o’er thee Beanstan’s bairn his boast achieved. So ween I for thee a worse adventure —though in buffet of battle thou brave hast been, in struggle grim,—if Grendel’s approach thou darst await through the watch of night!” Beowulf spake, bairn of Ecgtheow:— “What a deal hast uttered, dear my Unferth, drunken with beer, of Breca now, told of his triumph! Truth I claim it, that I had more of might in the sea than any man else, more ocean-endurance. We twain had talked, in time of youth, and made our boast,—we were merely boys, striplings still,—to stake our lives far at sea: and so we performed it. Naked swords, as we swam along, we held in hand, with hope to guard us against the whales. Not a whit from me could he float afar o’er the flood of waves, haste o’er the billows; nor him I abandoned. Together we twain on the tides abode five nights full till the flood divided us, churning waves and chillest weather, darkling night, and the northern wind ruthless rushed on us: rough was the surge. Now the wrath of the sea-fish rose apace;


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Rh yet me ’gainst the monsters my mailéd coat, hard and hand-linked, help afforded,— battle-sark braided my breast to ward, garnished with gold. There grasped me firm and haled me to bottom the hated foe, with grimmest gripe. ’Twas granted me, though, to pierce the monster with point of sword, with blade of battle: huge beast of the sea was whelmed by the hurly through hand of mine.

Me thus often the evil monsters thronging threatened. With thrust of my sword, the darling, I dealt them due return! Nowise had they bliss from their booty then to devour their victim, vengeful creatures, seated to banquet at bottom of sea; but at break of day, by my brand sore hurt, on the edge of ocean up they lay, put to sleep by the sword. And since, by them on.the fathomless sea-ways sailor-folk are never molested.—Light from east, came bright God’s beacon; the billows sank, so that I saw the sea-cliffs high, windy walls. For Wyrd oft saveth earl undoomed if he doughty be!


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