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Excerpt: ...Folks lived very simple in those days, you know, she continued, as Mrs. Fosdick''s knitting was taking much thought at the moment. I expect there was always plenty o… Mehr…

Excerpt: ...Folks lived very simple in those days, you know, she continued, as Mrs. Fosdick''s knitting was taking much thought at the moment. I expect there was always plenty of driftwood thrown up, and a poor failin'' patch of spruces covered all the north side of the island, so she always had something to burn. She was very fond of workin'' in the garden ashore, and that first summer she began to till the little field out there, and raised a nice parcel o'' potatoes. She could fish, o'' course, and there was all her clams an'' lobsters. You can always live well in any wild place by the sea when you''d starve to death up country, except ''twas berry time. Joanna had berries out there, blackberries at least, and there was a few herbs in case she needed them. Mullein in great quantities and a plant o'' wormwood I remember seeing once when I stayed there, long before she fled out to Shell-heap. Yes, I recall the wormwood, which is always a planted herb, so there must have been folks there before the Todds'' day. A growin'' bush makes the best gravestone; I expect that wormwood always stood for somebody''s solemn monument. Catnip, too, is a very endurin'' herb about an old place. But what I want to know is what she did for other things, interrupted Mrs. Fosdick. Almiry, what did she do for clothin'' when she needed to replenish, or risin'' for her bread, or the piece-bag that no woman can live long without? Or company, suggested Mrs. Todd. Joanna was one that loved her friends. There must have been a terrible sight o'' long winter evenin''s that first year. There was her hens, suggested Mrs. Fosdick, after reviewing the melancholy situation. She never wanted the sheep after that first season. There wa''n''t no proper pasture for sheep after the June grass was past, and she ascertained the fact and couldn''t bear to see them suffer; but the chickens done well. I remember sailin'' by one spring afternoon, an'' seein'' the coops out front o'' the house in the sun. How long... Sarah Orne Jewett, Books, Fiction and Literature, The Country Of The Pointed Firs Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 1153699036

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