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be so cross and ugly." It was a very dark night, and the farmer
was unable to distinguish one from the other, and horse-whip in hand
he made a rush among the whole crowd, who dispersed in all directions.
He was not agile enough to overtake a fast retreating army in the dark,
and was forced to abandon the pursuit. As he turned to pursue his
journey homeward, a voice from out of the darkness, again addressed
him, saying, "don't you only wish you could catch us, old vinegar
man?" Knowing that further pursuit would be useless, he proceeded on
his way, uttering threats of future vengeance. He did spend a portion of
the following day in trying to find out the boys who had insulted him;
but all his efforts to that end were without success. A gentleman to
whom he complained ventured to remark: "I fear, Mr. Judson, that in a
great measure you have yourself to blame for all this, for you ever treat
the boys with unkindness; and, without reason and experience to guide
them, can you wonder that they render evil for evil. If you exercised
more of the spirit of kindness in your casual intercourse with the boys, I
think it would be better for both you and them." This advice was very
good, but it is to be feared that the farmer profited but little by it.
Through fear of her stern husband Mrs. Judson finally ceased to
mention attending church; but often on a Sunday afternoon, when he
was either asleep or walking over his farm, she would seat herself in a
quiet corner of the large kitchen and read her Bible, and perhaps sing a
hymn to some of the old-fashioned plaintive airs, which formed a large
portion of the Church Music in her youthful days. I remember when I
lived at the Farmer's, I used often to think it no wonder that Mrs.
Judson almost always sung her Sunday hymn to the air of "Complaint,"
and read more frequently in the book of Job and the Lamentations of
Jeremiah than any other portion of the Bible. The poor lonely woman
seemed to feel a mother's tenderness for me, which manifested itself in
many little acts of kindness, when unobserved by her husband, who
took good care that no undue indulgence should be shown to any one
under his roof. I soon learned to regard the old lady with all the
affection of which I was capable; and it was her kindness alone which

rendered my position endurable. I sought in many ways to lighten her
labors, for, even in the busiest seasons, no help was allowed her to
perform all the household work; and I soon found many ways of
making myself useful.
CHAPTER IV.
One rainy afternoon, while busied about the house, Mrs. Judson
surprised me by saying suddenly: "I suppose you don't know what
makes me take so to you, Walter; but I'll tell you, you remind me of my
youngest boy, Reuben." I looked at the old lady with wonder, saying, "I
did not know you had any children, Mrs. Judson." "True" said she, "I
forgot you did not know; but no further than your mother lives from
here she must remember that I once had two boys who were very dear
to me, but perhaps she never told you about it. It ill becomes me to
speak of his faults, but I must say my poor boys had a hard life of it
with their father. He had no patience with them when mere children,
and matters grew worse as they became older. Do what they would,
they could never please him, and he often beat them cruelly. But one
way and another they got along till Charley was sixteen and Reuben
fourteen years of age. Their father one day left them ploughing in the
field while he went to the village; the ground was rough and stoney,
and by some accident the ploughshare was broken. When their father
came home and found what had happened, he seized the horse-whip
and gave both the boys a terrible flogging. Neither of the boys had ever
before given their father a word; but, when he stopped beating them,
Charley stood up and said: 'You have beaten us, father, a great many
times and for very little cause; but this is the last time.' That was all he
said. His father told him to shut up his mouth and go about his work.
After dinner he went back to the village, and some business detained
him till late in the evening. I remember as if it were but yesterday how
my two boys looked that night when they came home to supper. After
supper they rose from the table, and