out it; and
she hed the garden made in the spring, and the medders mowed in summer,
and the cider made, and the corn husked, and the apples got in the
fall; and the doctor, he hedn't nothin' to do but jest sit stock still a
meditatin' on Jerusalem and Jericho and them things that ministers think
about. But Lordy massy! he didn't know nothin' about where any thing he
eat or drunk or wore come from or went to: his wife jest led him 'round
in temporal things and took care on him like a baby.

"Wal, to be sure, Mis' Carryl looked up to him in spirituals, and
thought all the world on him; for there warn't a smarter minister no
where 'round. Why, when he preached on decrees and election, they used
to come clear over from South Parish, and West Sherburne, and Old Town
to hear him; and there was sich a row o' waggins tied along by the
meetin'-house that the stables was all full, and all the hitchin'-posts
was full clean up to the tavern, so that folks said the doctor made the
town look like a gineral trainin'-day a Sunday.

"He was gret on texts, the doctor was. When he hed a p'int to prove,
he'd jest go thro' the Bible, and drive all the texts ahead o' him like
a flock o' sheep; and then, if there was a text that seemed agin him,
why, he'd come out with his Greek and Hebrew, and kind o' chase it
'round a spell, jest as ye see a fellar chase a contrary bell-wether,
and make him jump the fence arter the rest. I tell you, there wa'n't no
text in the Bible that could stand agin the doctor when his blood was
up. The year arter the doctor was app'inted to preach the 'lection
sermon in Boston, he made such a figger that the Brattle-street Church
sent a committee right down to see if they couldn't get him to Boston;
and then the Sherburne folks, they up and raised his salary; ye see,
there ain't nothin' wakes folks up like somebody else's wantin' what
you've got. Wal, that fall they made him a Doctor o' Divinity at
Cambridge College, and so they sot more by him than ever. Wal, you see,
the doctor, of course he felt kind o' lonesome and afflicted when Mis'
Carryl was gone; but railly and truly, Huldy was so up to every thing
about house, that the doctor didn't miss nothin' in a temporal way.
His shirt-bosoms was pleated finer than they ever was, and them ruffles
'round his wrists was kep' like the driven snow; and there warn't a
brack in his silk stockin's, and his shoe buckles was kep' polished up,
and his coats brushed; and then the