So we rolled onwards through still more beautiful, and quiet pictures. Pictures of quiet woods and bendin’ trees, and a country road windin’ tranquilly beneath, up and down gentle hills, and anon a longer one, and then at our feet stood the white walls of a convent, with 2 or 3 brothers, a strollin’ along in their long black gowns, and crosses, a readin’ some books.
I don’t know what it wuz, what they wuz a readin’ out of their books, or a readin’ out of their hearts. Mebby sunthin’ kinder sad and serene. Mebby it wuz sunthin’ about the gay world of human happiness, and human sorrows, they had turned backs to forever. Mebby it wuz about the other world that they had sot out for through a lonesome way. Mebby it wuz “Never” they wuz a readin’ about, and mebby it wuz “Forever.” I don’t know what it wuz. But we went by ’em, and anon, yes it wuz jest anon, for it wuz the very minute that I lifted my eyes from the Father’s calm and rather sad-lookin’ face, that I ketched sight on’t, that I see a comin’ down from the high hills to the left on us, an immense sort of a trough, or so it looked, a comin’ right down through the trees, from the top of the mountain to the, bottom. And then all acrost the fields as fur, as fur as from our house way over to Miss Pixley’s wuz a sort of a road, with a row of electric lights along the side on’t.
We drove up to a buildin’ that stood at the foot of that immense slide, or so they called it, and a female woman who wuz there told us all about it. And we went out her back door, and see way up the slide, or trough. There wuz a railin’ on each side on’t, and a place in the middle where she said the Toboggen came down.
And sez Josiah, “Who is the Toboggen, anyway? Is he a native of the place or a Injun? Anyway,” sez he, “I’d give a dollar bill to see him a comin’ down that place.”
And the woman said, “A Toboggen wuz a sort of a long sled, that two or three folks could ride on, and they come down that slide with such force that they went way out acrost the fields as far as the row of lights, before it stopped.”
Sez I, “Josiah Allen, did you ever see the beat on’t?” Sez I, “Haint that as far as from our house to Miss Pixley’s?”
“Yes,” says he, “and further too. It is as far as Uncle Jim Hozzleton’s.”
“Wall,” says I, “I believe you are in the right on’t.”
And sez Josiah, “How do they get back agin? Do they come in the cars, or in their own conveniences?”
“There is a sleigh to bring ’em back, but sometime they walk back,” sez the woman.