We had many opportunities of escape towards our native shores,
for the larger part of our large family still remained there, and
there was a constant coming and going among us. The stagedriver
looked upon us as his especial charge, and we had a sense of
personal property in the Salem and Lowell stagecoach, which had
once, like a fairy-godmother's coach, rumbled down into our own
little lane, taken possession of us, and carried us off to a new
home.
My married sisters had families growing up about them, and they
liked to have us younger ones come and help take care of their
babies. One of them sent for me just when the close air and long
days' work were beginning to tell upon my health, and it was
decided that I had better go. The salt wind soon restored my
strength, and those months of quiet family life were very good
for me.
Like most young girls, I had a motherly fondness for little
children, and my two baby-nephews were my pride and delight. The
older one had a delicate constitution, and there was a
thoughtful, questioning look in his eyes, that seemed to gaze
forward almost sadly, and foresee that be should never attain to
manhood.
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