“Good evenin’,” says I, but she seemed to be a little deaf, and didn’t answer, and I see, as we stepped in, through a door partly open, a room full of women.
“Good many have got here,” says I a little louder.
“Yes, a very good doctor,” says she.
“What in the world!”—I begun to say in wild amaze.
“No, it is a boy.”
I turned right round, and laid holt of Josiah; says I, “Start this minute, Josiah Allen, for the door.” I laid holt of him, and got him to the door, and we never spoke another word till we was in the sleigh, and turned round towards home; then says I,
“Mebby you’ll hear to me, another time, Josiah.
“I wish you wouldn’t be so agravatin’,” says he.
Jest then we met the first load, where Tirzah Ann and Thomas Jefferson was, and we told ’em to “turn round, for they couldn’t have us, they had other company.” So they turned round. We had got most back to Jonesville, when we met the other load; they had tipped over in the snow, and as we drove out most to the fence to get by ’em, Josiah told ’em the same we had the other load.
Says Betsey Bobbet, risin’ up out of the snow with a buffalo skin on her back, which made her look wild,