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198 ANNALS OF OUR ANCESTORS<br />

were prosperous farmers; <strong>the</strong>ir home was spacious <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

hospitahty pr<strong>in</strong>cely. Uncle John Hunt, bro<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> Spencer<br />

Hunt, was a man <strong>of</strong> wealth, <strong>and</strong> he <strong>and</strong> Aunt Abbie stayed a<br />

good share <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir time with Uncle Spencer <strong>and</strong> Aunt 'Rusha.<br />

There was a room <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir home called "Aunt Abbie 's room."<br />

Uncle John had <strong>in</strong> early days been a shipper on <strong>the</strong> Ohio <strong>and</strong><br />

Mississippi rivers between C<strong>in</strong>c<strong>in</strong>nati <strong>and</strong> New Orleans, <strong>and</strong><br />

had made a success <strong>of</strong> it.<br />

As <strong>the</strong>y had no children <strong>the</strong>y took <strong>the</strong> place <strong>of</strong> benefactor<br />

to <strong>the</strong> Hunt boys, who were quite superior <strong>in</strong> ability. Uncle<br />

John sent <strong>the</strong>m to college somewhere <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> East. After <strong>the</strong>y<br />

had f<strong>in</strong>ished school, bemg a railroad man he secured good<br />

positions for <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>and</strong> altoge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> generosity <strong>of</strong> this<br />

childless pair caused <strong>the</strong>m to be much admired <strong>and</strong> much<br />

quoted <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> neighborhood where <strong>the</strong>y hved <strong>and</strong> among <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

relatives. They had brought up a niece, Cal (Carrie) Hunt,<br />

given her a board<strong>in</strong>g school f<strong>in</strong>ish, <strong>and</strong> act<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> capacity <strong>of</strong><br />

guardians had carefully watched her <strong>in</strong>terests <strong>and</strong> saved her<br />

m<strong>one</strong>y for her. As Uncle John <strong>and</strong> Aunt Abbie made <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

home with Uncle Spencer, it was Aunt 'Rusha who mo<strong>the</strong>red<br />

Cal <strong>and</strong> her bro<strong>the</strong>r Howard. Their parents had died <strong>of</strong> consumption<br />

when <strong>the</strong>y were little children. Uncle Spencer Hunt<br />

was more to Howard than most fa<strong>the</strong>rs are to sons, <strong>and</strong> he <strong>and</strong><br />

Uncle John educated him <strong>and</strong> started him out well <strong>in</strong> life.<br />

As Cal <strong>and</strong> Howard grew up <strong>the</strong>y were far above <strong>the</strong><br />

average, although Cal had not been tra<strong>in</strong>ed to self-control.<br />

Aunt 'Rusha always apologized for her by say<strong>in</strong>g that as a<br />

child Cal was delicate; that her young mo<strong>the</strong>r had died when<br />

she was a babe, <strong>and</strong> that <strong>the</strong>y scarcely expected <strong>the</strong> girl to grow<br />

to maturity. It is true that <strong>the</strong> young mo<strong>the</strong>r had consumption<br />

when Cal was born; but <strong>the</strong> forecast <strong>of</strong> her <strong>in</strong>dulgent relatives<br />

was not correct, for she lived to be almost 70, long after <strong>the</strong><br />

guardians who had so zealously saved her property had passed<br />

from earth, <strong>and</strong> at last she died <strong>in</strong> poverty. Howard lived to<br />

mature <strong>years</strong>, only to return to Uncle Spencer Hunt's to die<br />

<strong>of</strong> consumption <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> high noon <strong>of</strong> his life, but <strong>in</strong> s<strong>in</strong>cere<br />

Christian hope.<br />

I still recall with pleasure <strong>the</strong> even<strong>in</strong>g JuHa <strong>and</strong> I spent at

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