When you meet their calm, direct look you see fur into ’em, and through ’em into another realm than ourn, a more beautiful and peaceful one, and one more riz up like, and inspired.
I often used to wonder what the child wuz a lookin’ for, her eyes seemed to be a lookin’ so fur, fur away, and always as if in search of sunthin’. I didn’t know what it wuz, but I knew it wuzn’t nuthin’ light and triflin’, from her looks.
Some picture of holiness and beauty, and yet sort o’ grand like, seemed before her rapt vision. But I couldn’t see what it wuz, nor Josiah, nor her Pa, nor her Ma.
Her hair is a light golden color, not yeller, nor yet orbun, but the color of the pure pale shiny gold you sometimes see in the western heavens when the sky is bright and glowin’.
It looked luminous, as if a light from some other land wuz a shinin’ on it onbeknown to us, and a lightin’ it up. You know how the sun sometimes, when it gets where we can’t see it, will shine out onto some pink and white cloud, and look as if the color wuz almost alive—so her hair looked round the rose pink and white of her pretty face.
Her little soft mouth seemed always jest on the pint of speakin’ some wonderful words of heavenly wisdom, the look on it wuz such, made in jest that way.
Not that she ever give utterance to any remark of national importance or anything of that kind.
But the expression wuz such you seemed to sort o’ look for it; and I always knew she had it in her to talk like a minister if she only sot out to.
And she did, in my opinion, make some very wise remarks, very. Josiah spoke to me about ’em several times, and said she went ahead of any minister or politician he ever see in the deepness of her mind.