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Rob Moorson.
" It is Rob ! It is poor Rob ! " Mrs . Moorson and Lucy had both gone , only a short time before , to take a little rest ; but hearing the young man ' s loud cry , they hastened downstairs , to see him whom they had so long and anxiously watched for arrived at last , hut lying to all appearance dead . Mrs . Moorson , in her great agony , cried aloud , — " My son ! my son ! to see you like this!—to die at your own mother's door ! th to bear this trial !
Oh , God ! give me streng heavy " " Hush , hush 1 " said Lucy , in a calm voice ; " this is no time for lamentations . We must set about trying to restore animation at once . " Quickly a bed was prepared , aud the poor sufferer was placed in it . Hot water was put to his feet , gentle friction applied to the body , and such simple remedies as they coulcl think of were not spared , until the arrival of the doctor , who had been speedily sent for .
For a long time all their efforts seemed to be unavailing , but at fast ne began to breathe feebly , and then they all hoped for the best . The struggle was hard between life and death . At last the doctor said that he had hopes that he might live , but he would need to be kept quiet , and require tho greatest care . But Rob was in good hands . Poor Lucy , who had hitherto been the most useful member of the household , now and bad to be carried out of the room in a fainting condition ..
gave way , * For many days Rob ' s case was a very critical one , as his death might have taken place at any moment ; a severe fever being the result of his night's exposure—his feet and legs also being frost-bitten to an alarming extent . All was done for the poor fellow that human skill could devise ; but he long remained in an unconscious state . His mother ancl Lucy , who had somewhat recovered , were his constant attendants ; and never was poor invalid more carefully nursed . Sometimes he would mutterin a low
, voice , about the dreadful snow , and the light shining in his mother ' s window . If only he coulcl but once see his mother , then he could die happy . But to die so near , without seeing her , was hard indeed ! Mutterings that wrung that mother ' s heart ! The poor old lady wept bitterly when she heard him talking thus ; and Lucy , who was nearly as bad as herself , did all she could to comfort her .
When the fever had reached its height , Rob fell into a deep sleep , which lasted for a considerable time , and his awaking was anxiously looked for , as this was thought to be the turning point in his illness . Well did Shakspere term sleep " Nature's soft nurse !" His mother was seated beside him when this occurred . He opened his eyes , and looked earnestly at her . Then he held out his hand to her , ancl smiled . His consciousness had returned at last .
The doctor now ordered more than ordinary quietness to bo observed in the room , ancl told Lucy not to enter it again when he was awake , for the excitement of seeing her might be too much for his feeble strength . After this , he began gradually to recover ; but , alas ! he coulcl not move his limbs , they had been so much frost-bitten . For some time there was great fear that several of his toes would have to be amputated ; but , by great skill in their treatment , he was
spared that infliction , to the great joy of his friends as well as of himself . He was now able to converse with his mother and friends ; but so far Lucy had never been named by any of them . However , one clay , when he had been making inquiries about several of the villagers , his mother said , to him , — " How is . it , Rob , that you never ask about Lucy ? " He gave a sudden startand then
said—, , " I will tell you , mother , what I dreamt during my illness . I thought that I was stricken down , and coulcl not help myself in any way ; and then I thought that Lucy came and ministered to my wants . Ancl then the thought came to me , if I could only die now , what happiness it would be , to have her looking upon me to the last ! But it was only a dream , mother ! I should like you to , tell me now if she ancl her husband
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Rob Moorson.
" It is Rob ! It is poor Rob ! " Mrs . Moorson and Lucy had both gone , only a short time before , to take a little rest ; but hearing the young man ' s loud cry , they hastened downstairs , to see him whom they had so long and anxiously watched for arrived at last , hut lying to all appearance dead . Mrs . Moorson , in her great agony , cried aloud , — " My son ! my son ! to see you like this!—to die at your own mother's door ! th to bear this trial !
Oh , God ! give me streng heavy " " Hush , hush 1 " said Lucy , in a calm voice ; " this is no time for lamentations . We must set about trying to restore animation at once . " Quickly a bed was prepared , aud the poor sufferer was placed in it . Hot water was put to his feet , gentle friction applied to the body , and such simple remedies as they coulcl think of were not spared , until the arrival of the doctor , who had been speedily sent for .
For a long time all their efforts seemed to be unavailing , but at fast ne began to breathe feebly , and then they all hoped for the best . The struggle was hard between life and death . At last the doctor said that he had hopes that he might live , but he would need to be kept quiet , and require tho greatest care . But Rob was in good hands . Poor Lucy , who had hitherto been the most useful member of the household , now and bad to be carried out of the room in a fainting condition ..
gave way , * For many days Rob ' s case was a very critical one , as his death might have taken place at any moment ; a severe fever being the result of his night's exposure—his feet and legs also being frost-bitten to an alarming extent . All was done for the poor fellow that human skill could devise ; but he long remained in an unconscious state . His mother ancl Lucy , who had somewhat recovered , were his constant attendants ; and never was poor invalid more carefully nursed . Sometimes he would mutterin a low
, voice , about the dreadful snow , and the light shining in his mother ' s window . If only he coulcl but once see his mother , then he could die happy . But to die so near , without seeing her , was hard indeed ! Mutterings that wrung that mother ' s heart ! The poor old lady wept bitterly when she heard him talking thus ; and Lucy , who was nearly as bad as herself , did all she could to comfort her .
When the fever had reached its height , Rob fell into a deep sleep , which lasted for a considerable time , and his awaking was anxiously looked for , as this was thought to be the turning point in his illness . Well did Shakspere term sleep " Nature's soft nurse !" His mother was seated beside him when this occurred . He opened his eyes , and looked earnestly at her . Then he held out his hand to her , ancl smiled . His consciousness had returned at last .
The doctor now ordered more than ordinary quietness to bo observed in the room , ancl told Lucy not to enter it again when he was awake , for the excitement of seeing her might be too much for his feeble strength . After this , he began gradually to recover ; but , alas ! he coulcl not move his limbs , they had been so much frost-bitten . For some time there was great fear that several of his toes would have to be amputated ; but , by great skill in their treatment , he was
spared that infliction , to the great joy of his friends as well as of himself . He was now able to converse with his mother and friends ; but so far Lucy had never been named by any of them . However , one clay , when he had been making inquiries about several of the villagers , his mother said , to him , — " How is . it , Rob , that you never ask about Lucy ? " He gave a sudden startand then
said—, , " I will tell you , mother , what I dreamt during my illness . I thought that I was stricken down , and coulcl not help myself in any way ; and then I thought that Lucy came and ministered to my wants . Ancl then the thought came to me , if I could only die now , what happiness it would be , to have her looking upon me to the last ! But it was only a dream , mother ! I should like you to , tell me now if she ancl her husband