THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY From the collection of Julius Doerner, Chicago Purchased, 1918. 813 ) THE SPRINGDALE STORIES, COMPLETE IX SIX VOLUMES. 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 3 . ADELE. ERIC . HERBERT . NETTIE’S TRIAL. JOHNSTONE’S FARM. 6. ENN1SFELLEN. m llfftHRY OF THE UMIV&iUiTY ttf lililOlS Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2016 https://archive.org/details/johnstonesfarmorOOsamu JOHNSTONE’S FARM; OR, THE BURNING PRAIRIE. BY MRS. S. B. C. SAMUELS, AUTHOR OF “ HERBERT,” “ ERIC,” “ NETTIE’S TRIAL,” “ ENN1SFELLEN,” “ ADELE.” BOSTON LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM NEW YORK Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the } r ear 1870, By LEE AND SHEPARD, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED TO FREDERIC ATHERTON CALDWELL . 672132 PREFACE. The incidents and characters described in this volume are such as are of often occurrence. The simple story of Johnstone, who had in early life departed from the right, but now by good influences has been brought back from the wrong path, is from real life, as is also the character represented by his kind and good wife, Marion. The influence of the little blind girl Nettie on the recluse farmer Leonard, is productive of great good. The lesson taught by her pa- tience and calm resignation, under one of the greatest of trials, he takes to himself, and throw- ing his moroseness and misanthropy aside, again takes his proper position in society, which he had, by a selfish disregard of the wisdom of Providence, forfeited. ( 5 ) 6 PREFACE. Nettie’s trial and subsequent restoration to sight should be well pondered over by my young readers. Wilfulness and disregard of a parent’s wishes are surely punished ; and a meek and resigned spirit, when the Lord chasteneth, is as surely rewarded. The burning of the prairie and the escape from the Indians are incidents familiar to all who are conversant with early frontier life. CONTENTS CHAPTER I. page The Arrival 9 CHAPTER II. The Fire 20 CHAPTER III. Eric’s Bravery 33 CHAPTER IV. Lulu May’s New Home 48 CHAPTER V. Pleasant Surprises. . 60 CHAPTER VI. Out on the Prairie 76 7 8 CONTENTS. CHAPTER VII. Tiie Suspense 90 CHAPTER VIII. The Indians’ Attack 100 CHAPTER IX. The Surgeon-General’s Story 114 CHAPTER X. Dr. Francis 128 CHAPTER XI. Nettie’s Blindness cured 144 CHAPTER XII. The End of the Summer 153 JOHNSTONE’S FARM. CHAPTER I THE ARRIVAL OHNSTONE’S FARM was in Omaha City, upon the banks of the broad and beautiful Missouri River. The house was built of stone ; " for,” said Johnstone, "I want it to last.” It was large, and roomy, and pleasant, with bow- windows ; and a broad piazza extended en- tirely around it. A dozen years before Johnstone built his house, some one had planted trees upon the place. These now greatly added to its natu- ral beauty and picturesqueness. A grove of horse-chestnuts were north of the house, 10 JOHNSTONE’S FARM. between it and the river. Three graceful elms shaded the front windows ; drooping Norway spruce trees stood here and there, and a clump of maples partly hid the huge stone stable from sight. A carriage drive swept, with a graceful curve, from the road to the house, and thence around under the maples to the stable ; and a broad stone wall, firm and solid like the buildings, enclosed the whole street side of the farm. All this stone had been brought to Omaha, at a great expense, by a former land-owner. Johnstone was then working a lot he had bought in a Colorado gold mine, and, having procured considerable gold, and wishing to try his hand at farming, he exchanged his lot in the mine for the forty acres of farm land in Omaha, together with the huge piles of stone which the former owner had in- tended for a couple of factories. When the exchange was made, both parties considered that they had made excellent bargains. And so it proved. The man who had THE ARRIVAL. 11 failed with his factory project made money with the mine; and Johnstone, with the piles of unused stone, built one of the most substantial farm houses in the western country. The house was built upon high ground, and all-around it was a gently-sloping lawn, of smoothest velvet grass, broken only by the curving drive-way, the clumps of trees, and bright parterres of flowers. Beyond the house was the silver-glistening river, blue painted by the skies, and beyond the river the highlands of Council Bluffs. Johnstone and his wife were now quite settled in their pleasant home, and on the day on which our story begins, were expect- ing an arrival from New York. Johnstone had gone to meet the train, and Marion — Mrs. Johnstone now — was looking from the piazza off to the town, watching eagerly for the first glimpse of her visitors. Presently two spirited black horses dashed down the road, and wheeled the pretty carry- 12 JOHNSTONE’S FARM. all they drew in at the gate, and up the drive-way, and had stopped at the front steps before Mrs. Johnstone could get down to them to extend her cordial welcome to the boy and girl in the carriage. " My dear Eric ! Nettie, darling ! I am so glad to see you ! ” she exclaimed, as a boy, who was Eric Hyde, sprang to the ground, and grasped her hands eagerly, and then turned to help his sister. Johnstone was before him, however, and had lifted Nettie out, and led her to Marion. "You dear children!” continued Mrs. Johnstone, "how did you leave them all at home? Well? And you came all alone? Where’s Allan Ramsdell ? ” " He had to stop at Des Moines, to visit his uncle there,” said Nettie; "he is coming on here next week. They are all well, and send love. Do you think, Marion — I mean Mrs. Johnstone — ” "No, no, — Marion,” said the other, laughing, o © NETTIE AND ERIC. 13 " Well, then, Marion, do you think, papa made us telegraph from Erie and Chicago, and again from here, when we arrived, and Allan had to send a despatch to his aunt from Des Moines.” " That shows how careful they are of you,” said Johnstone; " and no wonder, either ! Over a thousand miles is a long journey for such young travellers alone.” "Come up to your room,” suggested Mar- ion, leading the way. "If you feel as I do after a long railway jaunt, you’ll be glad of fresh water, and cool, quiet rest.” She slipped an arm around Nettie’s waist, and led her up the steps, and through the hall, to a room on the ground floor. " This is for you, Nettie ; my room is next it, and Eric’s is the one above this. Matty,” she continued, calling to a bright-looking little Indian boy at play on the lawn, "come here. Take Master Eric to the east room, up stairs. You’ll find everything ready for you there, Eric, and by the time you need 14 Johnstone’s fa km. your trunk, Matty’s father will have it here from the station.” ''Here he is now,” said Matty, thrust- ing his head in at the door. " He wants to know which is to go in here and which up stairs.” Eric ran out to give the desired informa- tion, and helped bring in the trunks; and Matty quickly followed with a valise and travelling shawls the children had left in the carriage. Marion led Nettie to a chair by the win- dow. Poor Nettie Hyde had been blind for more than a year. She could not see the pretty room prepared for her, with its fresh straw matting, white curtains, and delicately tinted paper ; and she could not see the tender anxiety with which Marion regarded her. She had been Nettie’s governess be- fore her marriage with Johnstone, and then her little pupil had had the full use of both her bright black eyes. Her blindness was the result of an acci- Nettie’s blindness. 15 dent. It had caused her friends great grief ; but the trial had been for the child’s benefit, and had changed her thoughtless, impulsive, headstrong disposition to a gentle, careful obedience, and a firm reliance and trust in the wisdom that comes from above. Nettie could not see, but her hearing was very acute. Seated in her chair by the win- dow she took in everything. "What beautiful, clear, fresh air!” she exclaimed, as the grateful breezes fanned her brow ; " and, Marion, don’t I hear falling water ? ” "Yes, dear, there is a little rill close to the house : it flows from a crvstal-clear •/ spring, and Mr. Johnstone has turned its course to fall over the stable-yard wall into a trough for the horses. That is what you hear; and besides that, there is the beautiful Missouri, as blue as the sky^ above it, and sparkling with silver light.” "I wish I could see it,” said Nettie pa- thetically. 16 Johnstone’s farm. "I wish you could, dear,” answered Mari- on. "Let me help you take off your gar- ments, and then you may refresh yourself with a plunge in its cool water.” "That will be nice,” said Nettie, "I am sure : but I don’t need any help : if you will show me where the things are, and help me just about opening the trunk, I can get along nicely. I’ve learned to wait on myself.” So Marion opened the trunk, and propped its cover up by means of the stays, which Nettie explained her papa had put in it to keep the top from falling upon her hands. Then showing her where to find whatever she would need, .Marion drew the window- blinds, and left her to manage for herself ; impressed with the idea that Nettie did not mean to make any trouble, and that this was another of the beneficial effects her blindness had brought about. Not that she would not gladly have helped the child, whom she loved like a sister ; but she knew how important a lesson it is for young girls to learn to help Marion’s arrangements. 17 themselves, whenever they can manage with- out assistance. Looking into the pleasant dining-room, where an inviting lunch was spread, to see if everything was as it should be, and calling Matty, to keep him from troubling Eric, she ran down the path to meet Johnstone, who had been to the stable with the horses. " Those children were crazy with del ight when they got here,” said her husband, laugh- ing at the remembrance, and tucking his wife’s arm within his own, to walk back to the house. " Eric threw his cap in the air and shouted aloud, and Nettie talked inco- herently about dear Mr. Johnstone and her darling Marion. The baggage-master was paid to look after them, although they did not know of it, and Eric wondered what made him so kind to them. Mr. Hyde’s idea is a sensible one, in teaching them to take care of themselves. But I always notice he has some one to look well after them, for all his tlfeory.” 9 18 Johnstone’s farm. "Of course he has,” said Marion; "what good father would not? You didn’t say anything about our surprise, did you, Mur- ray ? ” "No, my dear: didn’t I promise you?” "Yes; but I thought you might forget. You are so fond of making every one happy, you know.” "That last was a saving clause, Mrs. Johnstone, fortunately for your peace of mind,” he retorted gayly. "I have just left orders to have those horses driven up after luncheon, to be ready for service.” "And Nettie’s is perfectly safe?” " As safe and gentle as your own Lady Nell.” "There is Eric at his window, dressed already. I must go in to see if Nettie wants me. Matty, run up and see if Master Eric is ready to have you polish his boots. Mur- ray, you will prepare for luncheon?” "Yes, yes, Mrs. Housekeeper. Hark THE SURPRISE. 19 you, Matty, don’t you sav a those horses : d’ye hear ? ” "Yes, sir,” shouted back the fellow, and then rapidly turning of somersaults, he disappeared. word about bright little a succession 20 Johnstone’s farm CHAPTER II THE FIRE HEN Marion reached Nettie’s room, she found her neatly dressed, waiting only for Marion to give her a ribbon for her hair and throat, because, of course, she could not tell the proper color. " I want a pink ribbon and bow from my bo£, my dear Marion,” said she, "and please see if my hair is parted straight and then, when Marion gave her a few finishing touch- es, she came out with her, looking so fresh, and bright, and pretty, that little Matty stared at her in undisguised admiration. "Isn’t it pleasant here, Nettie?” asked Eric, as they gathered around the the table ; " and don’t you feel refreshed after our long, dustjr car ride?” mr. carmtciiarl's failure. 21 " Yes, indeed,” said Nettie. "There were some people in the cars, Mr. Johnstone,” continued Eric, "who were going to Denver City. You may be sure we were glad we were not going there.” " I should think so,” exclaimed Nettie ; "why, I was almost tired to death coming here ! ” "You will soon get over that,” said John- stone. " But tell us some of the New York news.* How’s that nice little Baby May ? ” " O, she is the dearest little thing ! ” burst in Eric and Nettie together. " She says everything now. She calls herself * Maby- leseide,’ and says she’s * nunky Tarlie’s dirl,’ and just jabbers and chatters from morning till night.” " And how are Laura Carmichael and Lillie Hall?” asked Marion. " O,” exclaimed Nettie, "they are well; but Mr. Carmichael has failed.” "Failed!” cried Johnstone and his wife 22 Johnstone’s farm. together, completely surprised, for Mr. Car- michael had been a very rich man. " Yes,” said Eric; " he has lost every- thing.” " And what has become of that fine young man, Thomas?” asked Johnstone, greatly interested. " He is looking about for a chance to do something to help the others ; but times are very dull in New York,” said the practical Eric. A brilliant idea struck Johnstone. Starting from his seat, he exclaimed, "My dear Mar- ion, will you excuse me?” "Certainly,” said she; but looked so surprised that he stooped and whispered in her ear, "The new school !” And instantly it flashed upon her mind that he meant to procure its vacant office of preceptorship for Thomas Carmichael, and she remembered there was a meeting of its board of directors at Omaha in half an hour. "You are a splendid fellow, Murray,” JOHNSTONE’S PLAN FOR TOM. 23 said she, looking after him, with tears in her eyes. "I hope you will be successful.” Eric and Nettie were delighted when they learned where he was gone, and for what purpose. " Isn’t he just the best man in the world ? 99 cried Eric, admiringly. And, "he certainly is,” warmly assented Marion. " Papa tells Eric not to let grass grow under his feet,” said Nettie. "I am sure Mr. Johnstone never does.” "No,” said Marion, proudly ; "and that is one reason of his unusual success in every- thing he undertakes.” " I hope he will secure the situation for Thomas Carmichael,” continued Eric. " Papa says he does good everywhere he goes, and to every one whom he meets. And he, and mamma, and uncle Charlie have tried very hard to get him some such position at home. I do hope he will succeed.” 24 johnstone’s farm. In this wish Marion and Nettie heartily joined. "H ovv would you like to walk out and meet Mr. Johnstone ?” proposed Marion, as they rose from the table. w I suppose he will return soon now. Would you like the walk ” " Of all things,” replied the children ; and Eric went for the hats. They had a pleasant walk, but did not meet Johnstone until they had gained the town. Then Eric spied him, coming from the station. He ran after him, and in a minute Johnstone came hastening towards Marion and Nettie, exclaiming, as soon as he was near enough to be heard, — w It’s all right; he’s appointed.” Marion smiled gladly, Nettie clapped her hands, and Eric indulged in his usual dem- onstration of joy — throwing his cap high in the air, and catching it as it fell. " I have sent a telegram for him to your father, children. By this time the message has reached him.” THE FIRE. 25 " And when will his answer come?” asked Marion. " Any time within a week. I told him to take a day or two to consider, in case — ” " Fire ! ” screamed a voice, right in their ears. "Fire, fire!” and a man shot by, followed by several others. All at once the air was filled with shrieks and yells, and cries of " fire ! ” and the street became a scene of the wildest confusion. They were directly in the centre of the town, and could not help themselves. Horses plunged and reared ; the cries grew louder, until it seemed as if the whole city were shrieking the dreadful word. Suddenly the engines came rattling along, and a body of men and boys swept the street and sidewalks of all obstructions. Johnstone had just time to withdraw Mar- ion and Nettie to the shelter of a neighboring doorway when the crowd swept by, carrying Eric with them. Nettie was dreadfully frightened. All this noise and terror seemed the more fearful to 2G jotinstone’s farm. her, because she could not look out upon the scene as others could. She clung to Marion, who was -scarcely less pale and trembling than herself, and Johnstone’s anxiety for them both prevented his helping Eric. They were now right in the thick of the crowd : an engine was stationed close beside them, and the terrible oaths of the firemen, as they plied the brakes, were enough to make a stronger nature than Nettie’s shudder. The wild western men did not pause to think that they were tempting the wrath of the Lord, with their lives in momentary dan- ger of the menacing fire. " Slow to anger, and of tender mercy,” murmured Marion ; " it is well for their souls.” "I must get you out of this,” said John- stone. "Come right through this building. Nettie, give me your hand : Marion, take my arm. I’ll put you both in a safe place, and then come back for Eric.” "Eric ! Is he not with us?” cried Marion, ERIC MISSING. 27 looking around, while Nettie began wringing her hands, and crying he would certainly be killed. ”1 do not think he is in danger, Nettie,” said Johnstone calmly ; " but in case he is, I cannot go to him until I see you and Marion safely on the way home. So your surest way of helping the lad is to control your feel- ings, and trust to our care. You are in no danger now.” " I will do anything, anything, Mr. John- stone, only do help Eric. Marion will take me home. Do go to him. I am so afraid something will happen to him ! ” pleaded Nettie. They were by this time in another street, which was comparatively quiet, all the people having gone round to where the fire was racing. Johnstone hurried them down it and through another, where seeing a neigh- bor driving towards home in his carriage, he hailed him, and left his wife and Nettie in his care, directly turning back to look up Eric. 28 Johnstone’s farm. " Yer needn’t worry about yer brother, miss,” said Nettie’s would-be consoler, touch- ing up his horses ; " boys are just like cats : whatever happens to ’em, they’re right on their feet again. He’s safe, there’s no doubt on’t.” And Nettie was comforted, though she quite failed to see the resemblance between her cherished Eric and a cat. "That ere’s a powerful big fire, Miss Jon- son,” he continued, entirely disregarding Marion’s matrimonial title, and the aristocrat- ic t in her surname , " it caught in one o’ them wooden tenement-houses, near the sta- tion. The whole block will have to ys who wish incentives to courage. It is issued as one of the volumes of the Tide-Mill Series, of which “ Phil and his Friends,” and “ Tinkham Brothers’ Tide-Mill,” by the same author, have already found thousands of read- ers. There are several illustrations in the book, which help to explain the situa- tion. — Syracuse Standard. Almost as much cculd justly be said in favor of this book as we said of Mr. Trowbridge’s story two years ago, “ The Tinkham Brothers’ Tide-Mill.” It is a volume in the same series and its purpose is in the same line, the inculcation of high moral ideas. While Mr. Trowbridge is not exactly a lay preacher, he certainly is a teacher of morality. 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