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"I went that way because it is on my road home.
Please to let me go to my seat—I a'n't well." "Oh yes; that's very likely;" and Mr.
are you, my young gentleman!"
trifling suffusion spread over his face; "if you like, I'll put the saddle on Black Nell—she's here at my
"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."
Feel of my hands." There were blisters on them like great lumps. Tears started in the widow's eyes.
I'd as leive lieve be in my grave as there." And the child burst into a passionate fit of weeping.
"There, my lads," he said to his companions, "there's a new recruit for you.
"I've no occasion; beside, it makes my head ache, and I have promised my mother not to drink any," was
The circumstances of my family were easy; I received a good education, was intended by my father for
The eldest was my favorite.
I kept a box of my own, and frequently attended, often giving my family permission also to be present
My blood curdled as I saw there an image of the form of my son—my cruelly treated Luke—but oh, how ghastly
I clapped my hands to my ears, to keep out the appalling sounds that seemed to freeze my very blood.
I took my lamp, and went my way to my room.
I stopped and leaned my back against the fence, with my face turned toward the white marble stones a
; and answered, "My husband's."
She looked at me for a minute, as if in wonder at my perverseness; and then answered as before, "My husband's
my open hands and thought.
have of late frequently come to me times when I do not dread the grave—when I could lie down, and pass my
I was alone, the family of my host having gone on some visit to a neighbor.
Insensibly, my consciousness became less and less distinct; my head leaned back; my eyes closed; and
my senses relaxed from their waking vigilance.
The person to whom I spoke stared in my face surprisedly.
"Himself hung it around my neck," said the veteran.
I cannot, of course, convey to others that particular kind of influence, which is derived from my being
I must hardly expect, therefore, that to those who hear it through the medium of my pen, the narration
times which marked our American Revolution that the incidents occurred which are the foundation of my
Again I ask pardon for my rudeness. Let me now be shown to this chamber—this haunted chamber.
He came to my very bed-side; his small hand was raised, and almost touched my face.
greatest and profoundest truths are often most plain to the senses of men—in the same resemblance, my
The scene of the meeting was the school house; and having no other means of employing my time, I determined
"You are whimsical, my dear," said the matron, as she took the paper; "why do you desire so needless
"My son," she cried, in uncontrollable agony; "my son! you die!"
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.; Whitman reused this sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My son," with minor revisions, in "
And the gentle creature blushes at my protestations of love, and leans her cheek upon my neck.
"My brother, thus have I lived my life. Your look asks me if I have been happy.
"My brother, a maiden's tears washed my stern resolves away.
Various fortune followed my path.
But I can lay my hand upon my heart, and thank the Great Master, that the sunshine has been far oftener
What is yours, my brother?" "Behold!" answered the Spirit.
I expressed my desire at the suggestion, and he commenced his narrative: Both this original printing
"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "my child! you die!"
This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences
He acknowledged in answer to my questioning, that he had indeed been relating a story, the hero of which
.; This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences
I felt of my hatchet's edge—it was keen as my hate.
my sorrowful cousins, and went my way.
Wife of my youth! of my early youth!
All my cruelty—all my former love—all my guilt—all my disregard of the sacred ties—seemed concentrated
My deeds were as good as my word.
Among temperance novels then quite popular were Lucius Manley Sargent's My Mother's Gold Ring (1833),
equipages roll by—I see the respectful bow at the presence of pride—and I curse the contrast between my
The lofty air—the show of dress—the aristocratic demeanor—the glitter of jewels—dazzle my eyes; and sharp-toothed
Why: should my path be so much rougher than theirs? Pitiable, unfortunate man that I am!
to be placed beneath those whom in my heart I despise—and to be constantly tantalized with the presence
Barcoure was a young man—like my hero.
Indeed it may be found, before the end of my story, that the right of main personage may lie between
advance any farther, it were well for me to remind the reader that I seek to paint life and men, in my
New-York is my birth-place.
Of my brothers and sisters I shall introduce only one, my brother Matthew, not quite two years younger
I was intended for the profession of the law; though, being lazy in my studies, it was not until my twenty-first
The very first day of my appearance there, about the middle of the morning, there came to see my master
My eyesight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly nausea came over me.
fiercely, and rack my soul with great pain.
These elements are the influences of my nature on the one side, and those of my habits on the other.
My eyes answered, yes. So I learned language.
Only one of them came near to me, in my progress.
about my own age.
though shining out very brightly by fits and starts, seemed incapable of conveying any warmth, I took my
hat, which I was able to keep on my head not without considerable effort.
My flesh quivered with the bitter coldness of the air. My breath appeared steam. Qu-foo-o!
I gave an extra pull of my hat over my brows—a closer adjustment of my collar around my shoulders, and
way homeward, imbue my fancy with a kindred glee and joyousness!
"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."
So, curse me if you sha'n't have a suck at my expense."
"There, my lads," said he, turning to his companions, "There's a new recruit for you.
Besides, my mother has often prayed me not to drink , and I promised to obey her."
" My mother has often prayed me not to drink!
My people knew not of my coming—none but my brother's wife, to whom I confided my purpose, lest they
My sister fell!
"One day my sister was missing.
He accepted my challenge.
I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.
of the stranger was not deficient in dignity, but it seemed far unlike the dignity of princes and captains
My companion, the moment he saw her, directed my attention to her by a peculiar movement of the head.
female—though I could hardly divine what or who she had been—and when we left the place, I reminded my
He then went on to give me the particulars of this celebrated mutiny, which I had read in my own country
when a boy, but which had nearly escaped my memory.
intentions, and that G OD will receive me into favor: and I sincerely hope that my death will be the
I was at that time studying law, the profession my father followed.
brother, and two other students who were in my father's office.
my fingers quiver yet as I write the word!) young Ninon, the daughter of the widow.
My brother was the only one who preserved his usual tenor of temper and conduct.
My sight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly sickness came over me.
"You are welcome, my brother," said the Unrelenting.
Behold all that is left to brighten my heart!"
"Many years since," said the chief, "when my cheek was soft, and my arms felt the numbness of but few
I felt the edge of my tomahawk—it was keen as my hate.
I raised my arm—I gathered my strength—I struck, and cleft the warrior's brain in quivering halves!"
Therefore have I rummaged over the garners of my observation and memory for the following anecdotes—and
When my mother was a girl, the house where she and her parents lived was in a gloomy wood, out of the
When nightfall came, and my grandfather did not return, my grandmother began to feel a little uneasy.
My grandmother sprung to the door, but upon opening it, she almost fainted in my mother's arms.
For there stood D ANDY , saddled and bridled, but no signs of my grandfather.
Now I, who so love to see my neighbors happy," the hunchback grinned, "could not bear that the pretty
I approached, and told him my errand.
He took my letter—and then asked me into his hut; for it was near at hand.
He put before me some drink and meat, and then, though he spoke not, I saw he wished my departure.
"And now you have all of my story—and I must go, for it is time Peter Brown received his answer."
My people knew not of my coming—none but my brother's wife, to whom I confided my purpose, lest they
The love of life was strong in my soul.
I felt my arm, and said to myself, perhaps in the village of the pale-faces, there may be something that
In the night, when all were sleeping, I came out from our lodge, and bent my steps toward your town.
"Shame were it to me and my wife," said Thorne, "did we let one who has saved a life very dear to us,
For two or three mornings past, on going as I usually do at daylight to take care of my cattle, and feed
them, I have missed something from the storehouse where I keep my grain and farming utensils.
"And lest I should oversleep myself," said the boy, "come to my window, which opens on the river, and
"They met—this man and my sister.
My sister fell!
"One day my sister was missing.
He accepted my challenge.
I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.
Thorne, "it will be the best for Quincy to come with my party.
"Know you aught of this terrible business, my son?"
Boddo went on, "though to tell the fact, he did not know it himself for quite a long while—I, with my
And I would not have my wife come hither, at least at present—for I think of no good she can do.
Tell me, Father Luke, how long do you think will be the duration of my illness?"
But judging from the best of my knowledge, I may be able to recover you in three days, so that you can
At this very moment you are falling into a fever which will require all my watchfulness.
Now, my son, compose yourself to sleep."
"My companions and myself have been sent hither," answered the other, "to learn from you what you can
They will ask me of news about my brother: Let me not say, I left him weeping like a girl!"
"Tell them," rejoined the chief, "that I met my punishment as a hunter grasps the hand of one he loves
When I came hither, not many days since, I was near to death, even then—and my fate would have happened
monk when he could safely walk the distance of the village: "Though judging by the cool kindness of my
"Patience, my son!" said the holy father; "tomorrow I will myself accompany you thither.
You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children! I fear to think on what I think now!"
"Why are you crying, my little son?" said he.
"My brother is sick," answered the child. "I have no father. He is dead."
"What is your name, my poor boy?" he asked. "Adam Covert," said the child.
I threw my valise upon a bench, and my over-coat upon it.
The good landlady's further inquisitiveness was cut short, by my taking the driver out to his wagon,
for the purpose of making arrangements and settling the price of my passage.
My neighbor by the side of the country woman, was the only exception to this.
Turning around a moment to look at Colby, who called my attention in the room, the next minute my hearing
As I approached my nineteenth year, my uncle, who was an honest and worthy man, evidently felt that he
money, which I felt sure he must have cramped himself to bestow on me, I made my adieus to my aunt and
sorrowful cousins, and went my way.
city where I was to take up my abode.
Yes, here I had come to seek my fortune!
—She was as solemn and sour as the spinster, and upon my mentioning my business, gave me to understand
, but my friend of the day before, the antiquary.
What that may be, will depend a good deal upon my luck.
"I am determined to do my best.
I carefully deposited it in my breast pocket, and with a lighter step wended on to my new boarding-house
, and he walked with me toward my residence.
—My slumbers were deep and unbroken.
As I took my departure from the place, who should I see in front, with a quill behind his ear, but my
My mistake in regard to the fashionable gentleman , had taught me a lesson, and my country life had taught
I pass over my stares of wonder, and my running aslant dungeon walls, castles, and canvas palaces.
My employer, Mr.
Andrews, had become so well satisfied with my performance of my duties, that he advanced me somewhat
above my original situation.
my duties during the day.
of my employer's honesty.
After I had been a while in my situation at Mr.
I made improvements both in my style of living, and in my dress—The new boarding-house in which I took
As it was now quite in the evening, I had hardly finished my meal before my companions came, according
Forgetful of my duty—of my employer's honor, and the crisis which would turn against him, if I continued
What fire burnt in my brain!
There is no need that I should pause here to dwell on my meeting with my benefactor Lee, and the shame
with which I acknowledged my guilt, and gave him back his letter.
But great as was my fault, I was hardly prepared for his storm of anger.
: and at the end of a fortnight I left my place.
My little guide crouched down close by my feet—it may be that the knowledge of the presence of death
Upon my arrival at my destination, (at which it was probable I should have to stay the better part of
I don't know whether I have intimated, in the preceeding course of my narrative, that my nature was not
My safety, hitherto, had been from the swiftness with which my passion passed over.
delusion to smile at my own folly.
I shortly made no secret of my attachment to Mrs. Conway.
Conway returned my admiration, and whether she would have accepted the offer of my hand, had I been in
And I spoke with an energy that showed my mind.
it, than upon any other portion of my conduct.
I already began to blame myself for my deceit.
knowledge and my memory.
As she mentioned the course of her walk, I started, for a dim fear took possession of my mind, to which
"Did you," gasped I faintly, as the name struck my ear, and a feeling of deadly sickness crept over my
I was almost out of my senses with agony and alarm.
But time pressed, and lifting that form so dear to me, in my arms, I bore her into the planter's residence
I shall not think it worth while for my story, to give a minute account of the lady's illness.
Upon the distraction which filled my breast, when it was found in the morning that the widow had died—and
If you leave me, my heart will crack!" Then in a whisper: "O, never tell me of her kindness.
Never in all my life did I receive such a shock, as when authentic information was first brought me of
I shut myself up in my room for several days, waiting the conclusion of all these horrible circumstances
I have already dwelt long enough, and too long, on this part of my history.
"My own fancy, Evans," he answered, "my own whim, perhaps. But we are not strangers.
I shall give his story in my own words.
My constitution, notwithstanding the heavy draughts made upon its powers by my youthful dissipations,
I allude to my old friend, Colby.
My country relations were not forgotten by me in my good fortune.
"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "O! my child!"
This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," first appeared, with minor differences, in
first sentence was revised further for publication as "Little Jane:" in "The Reformed," it reads "'My
she cried, in uncontrollable agony, 'my child! you die!'" Then there was silence awhile.
.; This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," first appeared, with minor differences,
first sentence was revised further for publication as "Little Jane:" in "The Reformed," it reads "'My
she cried, in uncontrollable agony, 'my child! you die!'"
confidential friend,) of which the following is part: "——You may be tired of such outpourings of spleen, but my
* * * Mother, my throat chokes, and my blood almost stops, when I see around me so many people who appear
"I shall give up my teacher's place," said he to his mother, "and come to live with you; we will have
My Boys and Girls MY BOYS AND GIRLS.
Yet such is the case, as I aver upon my word.
Several times has the immortal Washington sat on my shoulders, his legs dangling down upon my breast,
Right well do I love many more of my children. H. is my "summer child."
But shall I forget to mention one other of my children?
Because issues of The Rover do not include a publication date, there is some disagreement about when "My
suggests March or April 1844—between March 27 and April 20, 1844—as the likely date of publication of "My
For more information on the autobiographical aspects of the story and its publication, see "About 'My
You traitor to my dead father—robber of his children!—scoundrel!—wretch! Whitman cut "—scoundrel!
"Why are you crying, my little son?" said he.
"My brother is sick," answered the child. "I have no father. He is dead."
"What is your name, my poor boy?" he asked. "Adam Covert," said the child.
Some of my readers may, perhaps, think that he ought to have been hung at the time of his crime.