Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-05-12

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of the man, Just at that particular iu~ucture,
ss an intrusion; and she pointed to an old
chair that stood near the fire place, in front
of which was a large Dutch oven containing
some of her best cream short cakes, prepared
especially for Mr.. ", the new Presid-
| ing Elder, now momentarily expected.
THANK you, ma'am,' returned the stran-
rer. as he took the chair, aud drew UP close
to the blazing hearth, and removing his thick
woollen gloves, spread his hands to receive
the genial warmth.
Nothing more was said by either the stran-
Ger or Mr.. Wade. for the space of three or
four minutes. During this time, the good
housewife passed IN aud out, once or twice,
busy as she could be in looking after supper
| anairs. The lid Of the ample Dutch oven
had heen raised once or twice, and both the
ewes aud nose Of the traveller greeted with a
| pleasant token Of the good fare soon 10 be
ser?cd m in the family. He was no longer
cold; but the sight and smell Of the cakes
and other good things in preparation by the
lady, awakened a sense of hunger, and made
it keenly felt. But, as the comfort Of a little
warmth had been so reluctantly bestowed. he
could not think Of trespassing upon the far
mer and his wife for a bite of supper, and SO
commenced drawing on his heavy woollen
gloves, and buttoning up his old gray coat.
While occupied in doing this, Mr.. Wade
came into the kitchen. and said
Pm afraid, Jane, that the minister won't
be along this evening. It's after shutdown,
and begins to grow duskisb.'
He ought to have been here an hour ago.
returned Mrs. Wade, in a tone Of disappoint-
ment.
Its getting late, my friend, and DIS
a good distance ahead remarked the farmer,
after standing with his back to the fire, and
regarding for some moments the stranger,
vino had taken of his gloves, and was slowly
unbutioning his coat again.
It's three miles, you say"
Yes. good three miles, if not more; and
it will be dark in half an hour
What direction must | take = inquired the
stranger.
You keep along the road until you come
10 the meeting house on the top of the hill,
half a mile beyond this, and then you strike
of to the right, and keep straight on
what meeting house is itP
THE D Methodist Meeting House
You are expecting the minister, | think
you just now said =
Yes. Mr.. ", our new Presiding
Elder, is to preach tomorrow, and he was to
have been here this afternoon
He is to stay with youF
Certainly he is. The preachers all stay
at my house.
The man got up, and went to the door and
looked out.
Couldn't you give me a little something
to eat before | CO. he said, returning. Il
havn't tasted food since this morning, and
feel a little faint
Jane, can't you give him some cold meat
and bread 2 Mr.. Wade turned to his wife,
and she answered, just a little f%retfully, oh
yes, | suppose so;' and going to the cupboard,
brought out a dish containing a piece of cold
fat bacon that had been boiled with cabbage
for dinner, and half a loaf of bread, which
she placed upon The old kitchen table, and
told the man to help himself. The stranger
did not wait for another invitation, but set to
work in good earnest upon the bread and ba-
con, while the farmer stood with his hands
behind him, and his back to the fire, whist
ling the air of Aud Lang Syne,' while he
mentally repeated the words of the hymn
When | can read my Title clear and
wished that his visitor would make haste and
get through with his supper. The latter, at.
ter eating for a short time with the air of a
man whose appetite was keen, began to dis.
cuss the meat and bread with more delibera.
ton, and occasionally to ask a question Of
make a remark, the replies TO which were moi
very gracious, although Mr.. Wade forced
himself TO be as polite as he could be.
The hoTRely meal at length concluded, the
man buttoned up his coat and drew on his
coarse woollen gloves again, and thanking
/, Mr.. and Mrs. Wade for their hospitality
opened the door and looked out. 1t was quite
dark, for there was no moon, and the sky was
! yelled in clouds. The wind rushed into his
face, cold and piercing. For a moment Of
two he stood with his hand upon the door
Z and then closing it, he turned back into the
2 house, and said to the farmer
You say it is still three miles to D--7
Il do replied Mr.. Wade, coldIy. Il sale