Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 45: what you’re looking at

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THE REVELATION. 45 But perhaps nothing more augmented her influence than the reputation she had acquired of being a “ prophet.” Whenever Mrs. Gleason had dreams, or felt “ oneasy,” some- thing was sure to come of it. ; One morning, Constance, having taken the before-mentioned ride, found Frank and Olive absent, and their mother rather depressed in spirits—a fact which induced her to accept an invitation to stay until the last log for that day went to the “You see, I’ve been kind of oneasy this mornin’. I didn’t sleep all night; an’ I had sich a roarin’ in my ears, an’ I heerd people a hollerin’ and sereechin’! I hate to have sich a night; an’ I disremember if I ave had one sence the mill Was washed away the last time.” “ Perhaps,” said Constance, “you have taken a severe cold in your head.” ’ “Oh, ’t never affects me in sich ways. I ain’t like you city folks, with the nuralogy an’ the like. You see, I never Wear a bunnit only jist for ’pearances, when I go somewhere. I jist run out o’ doors, in wind, and sun, and rain; so ’'m toughened to ’t. But it spiles the hair mightily. That shiny black hair o’ yourn would soon git red at the eends, an’ dry an’ rough, ef you was to run out the way Ide. But I don’t care any bit about it—’specially since Gleason died—not but that I like it. Minnie, now ; what purty hair she’s got. But I reckon it’s nateral in your family, an’ her mother allus made her wear a hat. Minnie isn’t the same kind o’ stuff as most girls, noways. She’s dreadfully taken with you, it ’pears.” “And I am taken with Aer. But I thought I-heard you remark that the mill was once washed away. Was that since uncle lived there ?” “Yes; both since and afore. I reckon your uncle never Spoke about it to you. He is powerful close-mouthed about his troubles, an’ it’s likely tha?’s in the blood, too, You see, when he first moved here from Nauvoo, he was jist as poor- like—’eause there wan't nothin’ in the country—as al the poor folks that had jist begun to live there then—” “Excuse me,” said Constance. “Did my uncle ever live in Nauvoo ?” “Oh, yes; to be sure. But mebbe, now, I haven't any = conniclbooks. conn