Samantha at Saratoga, Marietta Holley [most romantic novels TXT] 📗

on’t to anybody, if that is what you are afraid on, or sense it themselves.”

And I see in a minute, he had some sense on his side, though his words shocked me some at first, kinder jarred aginst some sensitive spot in my nater, jest as pardners will sometimes, however devoted they may be to each other. Yet I see he wuz in the right on’t.

They wouldn’t sense anything about it. And as for us, we wuz in the world of the livin’ still, and I still owed a livin’ duty to my companion, to make him as happy as possible. And so I sez, mildly, “Wall, I don’t know as there is anything wrong in slidin’ down hill, Josiah. I s’pose I can go with you.”

“No,” sez he, “there haint nothin’ wrong about slidin’ down hill unless you strike too hard, or tip over, or sunthin’.” So he bagoned to a carriage that wuz passin’, and we got into it, and sot sail for the Toboggen slide.

We passed through the village. (Some say it is a city, but if it is, it is a modest, retirin’ one as I ever see; perfectly unassumin’, and don’t put on a air, not one.)

But howsumever, we passed through it, through the rows and rows of summer tarvens and boardin’ houses, good-lookin’ ones too; past some good-lookin’ private houses—a long tarven and a pretty red brick studio and rows of summer stores, little nests that are filled up summers, and empty winters, then by some more of them monster big tarvens where some of the 200,000 summer visitors who flock here summers, find a restin’ place; and then by the large respectable good-lookin’ stores and shops of the natives, that stand solid, and to be depended on summer and winter; by churches and halls, and etc., and good-lookin’ houses and then some splendid-lookin’ houses all standin’ back on their grassy lawns behind some trees, and fountains, and flower beds, etc., etc.

Better-lookin’ houses, I don’t want to see nor broader, handsomer streets. And pretty soon fur away to the east you could see through the trees a glimpse of a glorious landscape, a broad lovely view of hill and valley, bounded by blue mountain tops. It was a fair seen - a fair seen. To be perfectly surrounded by beauty where you, wuz, and a lookin’ off onto more. There I would fain have lingered, but time and wagons roll stidily onward, and will not brook delay, nor pause for women to soar over seenery.

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.

“Walk back!” sez I, in deep amaze. “Do they walk from way out there, and cleer up that mountain agin?”

“Yes,” sez she. “Don’t you see the place at the side for ’em to draw the Toboggen up, and the little flights of steps for ’em to go up the hill?”

“Wall,” sez I, in deep amaze, and auxins as ever to get information on deep subjects, “where duz the fun come in, is it in walkin’ way over the plain and up the hills, or is it in comin’ down?”

And she said she didn’t know exactly where the fun lay, but she s’posed it wuz comin’ down. Anyway, they seemed to enjoy it first rate. And she said it wuz a pretty sight to see ’em all on a bright clear night, when the sky wuz blue and full of stars, and the earth white and glistenin’ underneath to see 7 or 800, all dressed up in to gayest way, suits of white blankets, gay borders and bright tasseled caps of every color, and suits of every other pretty color all trimmed with fur and embroideries, to see ’em all a laughin’ and a talkin’, with their cheeks and eyes bright and glowin’, to see ’em a comin’ down the slide like flashes of every colored light, and away out over the white glistenin’ plains; and then to see the long line of happy laughin’ creeters a walkin’ back agin’ drawin’ the gay Toboggens. She said it wuz a sight worth seein’.

“Do they come down alone?” sez Josiah.

“Oh no!” sez she. “Boys and their sweethearts, men and wives, fathers and mothers and children, sometimes 4 on a Toboggan.”

Sez Josiah, lookin’ anamated and clever, “I’d love to take you on one on ’em, Samantha.’

“Oh no!” sez I, “I wouldn’t want to be took.”

But a bystander a standin’ by said it wuz a sight to behold to stand up on top and start off. He said the swiftness of the motion, the brightness of the electric lights ahead, the gleam of the snow made it seem like plungin’ down a dazzlin’ Niagara of whiteness and glitterin’ light; and some, like bein’ shot out of a cannon. Why, he said they went with such lightnin’ speed, that if you stood clost by the slide a waitin’ to see a friend go by, you might stand so near as to touch her, but you couldn’t no more see her to recognize her, than you could recognize one spoke from another in the wheel of a runaway carriage. You would jest see a red flash go by, if so be it wuz a red gown she had on. A red flash a dartin’ through the air, and a disappearin’ down the long glitterin’ lane of light.

You could see her a goin’ back, so they said, a laughin’ and a jokin’ with somebody, if so be she walked back, but there wuz long sleighs to carry ’em back, them and their Toboggens, if they wanted to ride, at the small expenditure of 10 cents apiece. They go, in the fastest time anybody can make till they go on the lightnin’, a way in which they will go before long, I think, and Josiah duz too.

“They said there wuzn’t nothin’ like it. And I said, “Like as not.” I believed ’em. And then the woman said, “This long room we wuz a standin’ in,” for we had gone back into the house, durin’ our interview, this long room wuz all warm and light for ’em to come into and get warm, and she said as many as 600 in a night would come in there and have supper there.

And then she showed us the model of a Toboggen, all sculped out, with a man and a woman on it. The girl wuz ahead sort a drawin’ the Toboggen, as you may say, and her lover. (I know he wuz, from his looks.) He wuz behind her, with his face right clost to her shoulder.

And I’ll bet that when they started down that gleamin’ slide, they felt as if they 2 wuz alone under the stars and the heavens, and wuz a glidin’ down into a dazzlin’ way of glory. You could see it in their faces. I liked their faces real well.

But the sight on ’em made Josiah Allen crazier’n ever to go too, and he sez, “I feel as if I must Toboggen, Samantha!”

Sez I, “Be calm! Josiah, you can’t slide down hill in July.”

“How do you know?” sez he, “I’m bound to enquire.” And he asked the woman if they ever Toboggened in the summer.

“No, never!” sez she.

And I sez, “You see it can’t be done.”

“She never see it tried,” sez he. “How can you tell what you can do without tryin’?” sez he lookin’ shrewdly, and longingly, up the slide. I trembled, for I knew not what the next move of his would be. But I bethought me of a powerful weepon I had by me. And I sez, “The driver will ask pay for every minute we are here.”