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Lydia Maria Child, Isaac T. Hopper: a true life, Life of Isaac T. Hopper. (search)
d he went, as soon as the words were out of her mouth. A girl by the name of Polly assisted about the housework. She was considered one of the family, and always of the cow, and tickled her bag. She instantly raised her heels, and over went Polly, milk-pail, stool, and all. Isaac ran into the house, laughing with all his might, to tell how the cow had kicked over Polly and the pail of milk. His mother went out immediately to ascertain whether the girl was seriously injured.— Oh, mammy, that little rogue tickled the cow, and made her do it, exclaimed Polly. Whereupon, Isaac had a spanking, and was sent to bed without his supper. But so great waseful and hungry, he shouted with laughter all alone by himself, think how droll Polly looked when she rolled over with the pail of milk after her. When he was sev golden English guinea. The family amused themselves by exciting his zeal, and Polly made him believe he was such a famous whig, that the British would certainly ca
Lydia Maria Child, Isaac T. Hopper: a true life, The two young offenders. (search)
to compare them with the originals, it would be found that he had scarcely varied a word. He always maintained that he could distinctly remember some things, which happened before he was two years old. One day, when his parents were absent, and Polly was busy about her work, he sat bolstered up in his cradle, when a sudden gust of wind blew a large piece of paper through the entry. To his uneducated senses, it seemed to be a living creature, and he screamed violently. It was several hours bwas a boy, and used to drive the cows to pasture. Sometimes, he rang it much longer than was necessary to summon the household. On such occasions, I often observed him smiling while he stood shaking the bell; and he would say, I am thinking how Polly looked, when the cow kicked her over; milk-pail and all. I can see it just as if it happened yesterday. O, what fun it was! He often spoke of the first slave whose escape he managed, in the days of his apprenticeship. He was wont to exclaim,