"Well, what about church?"
"Church! It's half-past ten now."
"We can't do it. Too bad!"
"Now, if it hadn't been for that cat!"—or that hen—or that calf!
There are many Sunday morning stories that might be told, but one must be told.
It was a hot, still Sunday in July. The hens sought the shade early, and stood about with their beaks9 half open and a distant look in their eyes, as if they saw you but chose to look just beyond you. It always irritates me to see the hens do that. It makes me feel hotter. Such a day it was. But things on the farm seemed propitious10, and we said at breakfast that we would go.
"I've just got to take that two-year-old Devon down to the lower pasture," said Jonathan, "and then I'll harness. We ought to start early, because it's too hot to drive Kit11 fast."
"Do you think you'd better take the cow down this morning?" I said, doubtfully. "Couldn't you wait until we come back?"
"No; that upper pasture is getting burned out, and she ought to get into some good[Pg 70] grass this morning. I meant to take her down last night."
"Well, do hurry." I still felt dubious12.
"Oh, it's only five minutes' walk down the road," said Jonathan easily. "I'm all ready for church, except for these shoes. I'll have the carriage at the door before you're dressed."
I said no more, but went upstairs, while Jonathan started for the barnyard. A few minutes later I heard from that direction the sounds of exhortation13 such as are usually employed towards "critters." They seemed to be coming nearer. I glanced out of a front window, and saw Jonathan and his cow coming up the road past the house.
"Where are you taking her?" I called. "I thought you meant to go the other way."
"So I did," he shouted, in some irritation14. "But she swung up to the right as she went out of the gate, and I couldn't head her off in time. Oh, there's Bill Russell. Head her round, will you, Bill? There, now we're all right."
"I'll be back in ten minutes," he called up at my window as he repassed.[Pg 71]
I watched them go back up the road. At the big farm gate the cow made a break for the barnyard again, but the two men managed to turn her. Just beyond, at the fork in the road, I saw Bill turn down towards the cider-mill, while Jonathan kept on with his convoy15 over the hill. I glanced at the clock. It was not yet nine. There was plenty of time, of course.
At half-past nine I went downstairs again, and wandered out toward the big gate. It seemed to me time for Jonathan to be back. In the Sunday hush16 I thought I heard sounds of distant "hi-ing." They grew louder; yes, surely, there was the cow, just appearing over the hill and trotting17 briskly along the road towards home. And there was Jonathan, also trotting briskly. He looked red and warm. I stepped out into the road to keep the cow from going past, but there was no need. She swung cheerfully in at the big gate, and fell to cropping the long grass just inside the fence.
Jonathan slowed down beside me, and, pulling out his handkerchief, began flapping the dust off his trousers while he explained:—
"You see, I got her down there all right, but I had to let down the bars, and while I[Pg 72] was doing that she went along the road a bit, and when she saw me coming she just kicked up her heels and galloped18."
"How did you stop her?" I asked.
"I didn't. The Maxwells were coming along with their team, and they headed her back for me. Then they went on. Only by that time, you see, she was a bit excited, and when we came along back to those bars she shot right past them, and never stopped till she got here."
I looked at her grazing quietly inside the fence. "She doesn't look as though she had done so much,"—and then, as I glanced at Jonathan, I could not forbear saying,—"but you do."
"I suppose I do." He gave his trousers a last flick19, and, putting up his handkerchief, shifted his stick to his right hand.
"Well, put her back in the inner yard," I said, "and this afternoon I'll help you."
"Put her back!" said Jonathan. "Not much! You don't think I'd let a cow beat me that way!"
"But Jonathan, it's half-past nine!"
"What of it? I'll just work her slowly—she's[Pg 73] quiet now, you see, and the bars are open. There won't be any trouble."
"Oh, I wish you wouldn't," I said. But, seeing he was firm, "Well, if you will go, I'll harness."
Jonathan looked at me ruefully. "That's too bad—you're all dressed." He wavered, but I would take no concessions20 based on feminine equipment. "Oh, that doesn't matter. I'll get my big apron21. First you start her out, and I'll keep her from going towards the house or down to the mill."
Jonathan sidled cautiously through the gate and around the grazing cow. Then, with a gentle and ingratiating "Hi there, Bossie!" he managed to turn her, still grazing, towards the road. While the grass held out she drifted along easily enough, but when she reached the dirt of the roadway she raised her head, flicked22 her tail, and gave a little hop23 with her hind24 quarters that seemed to me indicative of an unquiet spirit. But I stood firm and Jonathan was gently urgent, and we managed to start her on the right road once more. She was not, however, going as slowly as Jonathan had planned, and it was with some misgivings25 that[Pg 74] I donned my apron and went in to harness Kit. I led her around to the carriage-house and put her into the buggy, and still he had not returned. I got out the lap robe, shook it, and folded it neatly26 on the back of the seat. No Jonathan! There was nothing more for me to do, so I took off my apron and climbed into the carriage to wait. The carriage-house was as cool a place as one could have found. Both its big sliding doors were pushed back, one opening out toward the front gate, the other, opposite, opening into the inner barnyard. I sat and looked out over the rolling, sunny country and felt the breeze, warm, but fresh and sweet, and listened to the barn swallows in the barnyard behind me, and wondered, as I have wondered a thousand times, why in New England the outbuildings always have so much better views than the house.
Ten o'clock! Where was Jonathan? The Morehouses drove past, then the Elkinses; they went to the Baptist. Ten minutes past! There went the O'Neils—they belonged to our church—and the Scrantons, and Billy Howard and his sister, driving fast as usual;[Pg 75] they were always late. Quarter-past ten! Well, we might as well give up church. I thought of unharnessing, but I was very comfortable where I was, and Kit seemed contented27 as she stood looking out of the door. Hark! What was that? It sounded like the beat of hoofs28 in the lane—the cattle wouldn't come up at this hour! I stood up to see past the inner barnyard and off down the lane. "What on earth!" I said to myself. For—yes—surely—that was the two-year-old Devon coming leisurely29 up the lane towards the yard. In a few moments Jonathan's head appeared, then his shoulders, then his entire dusty, discouraged self. Yes, somehow or other, they must have made the round trip. As this dawned upon me, I smiled, then I laughed, then I sat down and laughed again till I was weak and tearful. It was cruel, and by the time Jonathan had reached the carriage-house and sunk down on its threshold I had recovered enough to be sorry for him. But I was unfortunate in my first remark. "Why, Jonathan," I gasped30, "what have you been doing with that cow?"
Jonathan mopped his forehead. "Having[Pg 76] iced tea under the trees. Couldn't you see that to look at me?" he replied, almost savagely31.
"You poor thing! I'll make you some when we go in. But do tell me, how did you ever get around here again from the back of the farm that way?"
"Easy enough," said Jonathan. "I drove her along to the pasture in great shape, only we were going a little fast. She tried to dodge32 the bars, but I turned her in through them all right. But some idiot had left the bars down at the other end of the pasture—between that and the back lots, you know—and that blamed cow went for that opening, just as straight—"
I began to shake again. "Oh, that brought you out by the huckleberry knoll33, and the ledges34! Why, she could go anywhere!"
"She could, and she did," said Jonathan grimly. He leaned back against the doorpost, immersed in bitter reminiscence. "She—certainly—did. I chased her up the ledges and through the sumachs and down through the birches and across the swamp. Oh, we did the farm, the whole blamed farm. What time is it?"[Pg 77]
"Half-past ten," I said gently; and added, "What are you going to do with her now?"
His jaw35 set in a fashion I knew.
"I'm going to put her in that lower pasture."
I saw it was useless to protest. Church was a vanished dream, but I began to fear that Sunday dinner was also doomed36. "Do you want me to help?" I asked.
"Oh, no," said Jonathan. "I'll put her in the barn till I can get a rope, and then I'll lead her."
However, I did help get her into the barn. Then while he went for his rope I unharnessed. When he came back, he had changed into a flannel37 shirt and working trousers. He entered the barn and in a few moments emerged, pulling hard on the rope. Nothing happened.
"Go around the other way," he called, "and take a stick, and poke38 that cow till she starts."
I went in at the back door, slid between the stanchions into the cow stall, and gingerly poked39 at the animal's hind quarters and said, "Hi!" until at last, with a hunching40 of hips[Pg 78] and tossing of head, she bounded out into the sunny barnyard.
"She'll be all right now," said Jonathan.
I watched them doubtfully, but they got through the bars and as far as the road without incident. At the road she suddenly balked41. She twisted her horns and set her front legs. I hurried down from my post of observation in the carriage-house door, and said "Hi!" again.
"That's no good," panted Jonathan; "get your stick again. Now, when I pull, you hit her behind, and she'll come. I guess she hasn't been taught to lead yet."
"If she has, she has apparently42 forgotten," I replied. "Now, then, you pull!"
The creature moved on grudgingly43, with curious and unlovely sidewise lunges and much brandishing44 of horns, where the rope was tied.
"Hit her again, now!" said Jonathan. "Oh, hit her! Hit her harder! She doesn't feel that. Hit her! There! Now, she's coming."
Truly, she did come. But I am ashamed to think how I used that stick. As we progressed up the road, over the hill, and down to the[Pg 79] lower pasture, there kept repeating themselves over and over in my head the lines:—
"The sergeant45 pushed and the corporal pulled,
And the three they wagged along."
But I did not quote these to Jonathan until afterwards. There was something else, too, that I did not quote until afterwards. This was the remark of a sailor uncle of mine: "A man never tackled a job yet that he didn't have to have a woman to hold on to the slack."
So much for Sunday business. But it should not for a moment be supposed that Sunday is full of these incidents. It is only for a little while in the morning. After the church hour, about eleven o'clock or earlier, the farm settles down. The "critters" are all attended to, the chicks are stowed, the cat has disappeared, the hens have finished all their important business and are lying on their sides in their favorite dirt-holes enjoying their dust-baths, so still, yet so disheveled that I used to think they were dead, and poke them to see—with what cacklings and flutterings resulting may be imagined.[Pg 80] I have often wished for the hen's ability to express indignation.
Yes, the farm is at peace, and as we sit under the big maples46 it seems to be reproaching us—"See how quiet everything is! And you couldn't even manage church!"
Other people seem to manage it very comfortably and quite regularly. On Sunday morning our quiet little road, unfrequented even by the ubiquitous automobile47, is gay with church-goers. "Gay" may seem the wrong word, but it is quite the right one. In the city church-going is rather a sober affair. People either walk or take cars. They wear a certain sort of clothes, known as "church clothes," which represent a sort of hedging compromise between their morning and their afternoon wear. They approach the church in decorous silence; as they emerge they exchange subdued48 greetings, walk a block or two in little companies, then scatter7 to their homes and their Sunday dinners.
But in the country everybody but the village people drives, and the roads are full of teams,—buggies, surreys, phaetons,—the carriages newly washed, the horses freshly[Pg 81] groomed49, the occupants scrupulously50 dressed in the prettiest things they own—their "Sunday-go-to-meeting" ones, which means something quite different from "church clothes." As one nears the village there is some friendly rivalry51 between horses, there is the pleasure of "catching52 up" with neighbors' teams, or of being caught up with, and at the church door there is the business of alighting and hitching53 the horses, and then, if it is early, waiting about outside for the "last bell" before going in.
Even in the church itself there is more freedom and variety than in our city tabernacles. In these there are always the same memorial windows to look at,—except perhaps once in ten years when somebody dies and a new one goes in,—but in the country stained glass is more rare. In many it has not even gained place at all, and the panes54 of clear glass let in a glory of blueness and whiteness and greenness to rejoice the heart of the worshiper. In others, more ambitious, alas55! there is ground glass with tinted56 borders; but this is not very disturbing, especially when the sashes are set open aslant57, and the ivy58 and[Pg 82] Virginia creeper cluster just outside, in bright greens and dark, or cast their shifting shadows on the glass, a dainty tracery of gray on silver.
And at the altar there are flowers—not florist59 flowers, contracted for by the year, but neighborhood flowers. There are Mrs. Cummings's peonies—she always has such beauties; and Mrs. Hiram Brown's roses—nobody else has any of just that shade of yellow; and Mary Lord's foxgloves and larkspur—what a wonder of yellow and white and blue! Each in its season, the flowers are full of personal significance. The choir60, too, is made up of our friends. There is Hiram Brown, and Jennie Sewall, and young Mrs. Harris, back for three weeks to visit her mother, and little Sally Winter, a shy new recruit, very pink over her promotion61. The singing is perhaps not as finished as that of a paid quartette, but it is full of life and sweetness, and it makes a direct human appeal that the other often misses.
After the service people go out slowly, waiting for this friend and that, and in the vestibule and on the steps and in the church-yard they gather in groups. The men saunter[Pg 83] off to the sheds to get the horses, and the women chat while they wait. Then the teams come up, as many as the roadway will hold, and there is the bustle62 of departure, the taking of seats, the harsh grinding of wheels against the wagon63 body as the driver "cramps64" to turn round, then good-byes, and one after another the teams start off, out into the open country for another week of quiet, busy farm life.
Yes, church is distinctively65 a social affair, and very delightful66, and when our cows and hens and calves67 and other "critters" do not prevent, we are glad to have our part in it all. When they do, we yet feel that we have a share in it simply through seeing "the folks" go by. It is a distinct pleasure to see our neighbors trundling along towards the village. And then, if luck has been against us and we cannot join them, it is a pleasure to lie in the grass and listen to the quiet. After the last church-goers have passed, the road is deserted68 for two hours, until they begin to return. The neighboring farms are quiet, the "folks" are away, or, if some of the men are at home, they are sitting on their doorsteps smoking.[Pg 84]
If there is no wind, or if it is in the right quarter, we can hear the church bells, faintly now, and now very clear; there is the First Church bell, and the Baptist; there is St. John's, on a higher note, and Trinity, a little lower. After a time even the bells cease, and there is no sound but the wind in the big maples and the bees as they drone among the flower heads.
Sunday, at least Sunday on a Connecticut farm, has a distinct quality of its own. I can hardly say what it means to me—no one, I suppose, could say all that it means. To call it a day of rest does not individualize it enough. It has to be described not so much in terms of rest as of balance and height. I think of the week as a long, sweeping69 curve, like the curve of a swift, deep wave at sea, and Sunday is the crest70, the moment of poise71, before one is drawn72 down into the next great concave, then up again, to pause and look off, and it is Sunday once more.
The weather does not matter. If it rains, you get one kind of pause and outlook—the intimate, indoor kind. If the sun shines, you get another kind—wide and bright. And[Pg 85] what you do does not matter so long as it is different from the week, and so long as it expresses and develops that peculiar73 Sunday quality of balance and height. I can imagine nothing drearier74 than seven days all alike, and seven more, and seven more! Sundays are the big beads75 on the chain. They need not be all of the same color, but there must be the big beads to satisfy the eye and the finger-tip.
And a New England Sunday always is different. Whatever changes may have come or may be coming elsewhere, in New England Sunday has its own atmosphere. Over the fields and woods and rocks there is a sense of poise between reminiscence and expectancy76. The stir of the morning church-going brightens but does not mar3 this. It adds the human note—rather not a note, but a quiet chord of many tones. And after it comes a hush. The early afternoon of a New England Sunday is the most absolutely quiet thing imaginable. It is the precise middle of the wave crest, the moment when motion ceases.
From that point time begins to stir again. Life resumes. There is a certain amount of desultory77 intercourse78 between farm and farm.[Pg 86] If people are engaged, or mean to be, they drive out together; if they are married, they go home to "his folks" or "her folks." Friends walk together, farmers saunter along the road or back on the farms to "take a look" at things. Consciously or not, and usually not, there is a kind of synthesis taking place, a gathering79 together of the scattered threads of many interests, a vague sense of the wholeness of life.
At five o'clock the cows turn towards home, and graze their leisurely way along the barnyard lanes. And with the cows come duties,— [Pg 87]chore-time,—then the simple, cold supper, then the short, quiet evening, and off we swing into the night that sweeps us away from the crest down into the long, blind hollow of the week.
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