After
sitting for some time, and watching all my movements, he withdrew,
with a sullen, disappointed air.
This man was handsome, but his expression was vile. Though he often
came to the house, I never could reconcile myself to his
countenance.
Late one very dark, stormy night, three Indians begged to be allowed
to sleep by the kitchen stove. The maid was frightened out of her
wits at the sight of these strangers, who were Mohawks from the
Indian woods upon the Bay of Quinte, and they brought along with
them a horse and cutter. The night was so stormy, that, after
consulting our man - Jacob Faithful, as we usually called him - I
consented to grant their petition, although they were quite
strangers, and taller and fiercer-looking than our friends the
Missasaguas.
I was putting my children to bed, when the girl came rushing in,
out of breath. "The Lord preserve us, madam, if one of these wild
men has not pulled off his trousers, and is a-sitting, mending
them behind the stove! and what shall I do?"
"Do? - why, stay with me, and leave the poor fellow to finish his
work."
The simple girl had never once thought of this plan of pacifying her
outraged sense of propriety.
