She set down, one night, and penned
A short note, like—’at she sewed
On the childern’s blanket—blowed
Out the candle—pulled the door
To close after her—and, shore-
Footed as a cat is, clumb
In a rigg there and left home,
With a man a-drivin’ who
“Loved her ever fond and true,”
As her note went on to say,