Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... MORGAN LEWIS. It is time that my readers should be introduced to my mother. The only child of Gen. Lewis, she was as much like him as a woman can be like one of the other sex. The sympathy between them was perfect. She was his friend, his counsellor, as well as his darling-. When the General made the country his principal home, she escaped, fortunately in her case, the confinement of the school and the restraint of the regular hours imposed by masters. She did not require the mental discipline. The freedom of the woods, the fields, the streams, confirmed the strong constitution that nature had given her. Health brought with it cheerfulness, courage, enterprise. Accompanied by her maid, a New England girl, she would go into the Beuke Bosch, * build a wigwam, furnish it with tables and seats of stone carpeted with moss; between them they would cut down a sapling, tear the slender trunk into strips, weave them, as they had been taught to do by a squaw, into coarse baskets, and for a few hours lead the life of Robinson Crusoe. It was a knowing hen who could conceal her nest from the little lady. Dame Partlett could not fly higher than she could climb. In one of her walks with her mother, they stopped at a farmer's house, with whose family Mrs. Lewis maintained a friendly intercourse--these were the days of domestic manufacture; whilst Mrs. Lewis and the hausfrau talked of knitting, spinning, weaving, the child amused herself inspecting the premises; presently she returned in great glee. "See what I have Dutch for Beech-wood, pronounced in the country, Buk-a-bush. found." She opened her apron and displayed a dozen eggs. "Where did you get them?" "The hens were cackling in the barn; one of them flew down from the loft. I knew that their..."
