Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-06-23
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She brough. it over to our house, Mr5.
Bascomb did. II was their Grst-l wcc
little red hea led. pug.nosed. bowling
infant. 1t was one Of the hottest days IN
July, but she had it wrapped up in three
shawls and bedguilt, and.was in agony
every moment for fear it would sneeze.
"Do sec hi, darling, darling face . she
said to me- rs she unwcund him about
forty times, and looked to see which end
his feet were on.
looked. have been the father OF
eleven just such bowling, little wopsies.
and didn't see anything remarkable
about Bascomb'5 baby.
"Sce those eyes that lirmnoss ofmouth
that temper in his look :" she went on.
saw them.
The little "son OF gun" began to get
rcd in the face and beat the air, and his
mother shouted:
Hes being murdered by pin ~
She turned him wrong end up. laid
him on his face, then on his back. loosen-
cd his bands, rubbed The soles of his feet,
and the tears stood in her eyes As she
solcmnly remarked;
"Iknow be won't lye-hc's TOO smart"
The child recovered, and rs he lay on
his back across her knees and surveyed
the ceiling. she went on;
"Such a head Why, every one who
secs him says that he is going To bo a
Beecher, Il Grccly or a Bismarck; do you
notice that high lolehead?'
did. thought he was all forehead.
as his hair didn't commence to grow until
the back of his neck was reached. but
she assured me that was mistaken.
"WouIdn't st heit once p
heled him.
told her never saw child OF his
weight weigh so much, and she smiled
like m angel; she said that was afraid |
didn't appreciate children, but now she
knew 1 did.
Wouldn't just look at his darling
little feet this little red feet and cunning
toes ?n
"Yes, would"
She rolled him over Oh his face and
unwound his feet, and lriumphantly held
them up to my gaze. contemplated the
hundreds of little wrinkles running
length. and cross.wise, the big toes
and the little toes, and l agreed with her
that SO far as could Judge from the feet
and the toes and the wrinkles. future OF
uacxampled brilIiancy lay before that
png nosed imp.
lie began to kick and howl, and she
stood him on end, set him up, laid him
down and trottcd him until she bounced
the wind collie into the middle OF Sepicm-
bcr.
"Who did he look like 9'
bent over the scarlet faced rascal,
pushed his nose one side, chuckcd him
under the chin, and didn'. answer without
due delbera,ion. | told her there was n
faint resemblance 20 George Washington
around the mouth, but the eyes reminded
me of Daniel Webster, while the general
features had made me think Of the poet
Milton ever since she entered the house.
That was just her view exactly, only
she hadn't said anything about it before.
did think he was too smart TO live?"
| felt of his cars, rubbed his head, put
my finger down the back OF his neck, and
told her that, in my humble opinion, ho
wasn't, though he had had narrow
escape. II his nose had been set little
more 10 one side, or his ears had appeared
in the place of his eyes, Bascomb could
have purchased weed for his hat with
out delay. No; the child would live;
there wasn't the least doubt about it, and
any man or woman who said he wouldn't
grow up to make the world thunder his
fame would steal the wool of 4 lost lamb
10 January.
She felt so happy tha: she rolled the
imp up in his forty nine bandages, shook
him to straghten his legs and take the
kinks out of his neck, and then carried
him home under her arm. while my wife
made me go along with an umbrella, Tor
fear The sun would peel his little nose.