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200 ANNALS OF OUR ANCESTORS
leaves of the maples down, she too found her rest. So even in
my youth the friends I so loved and admired were called away
early. Of Alice I have no story to tell — she just passed on,
I know not where nor how.
These deaths cast a sad shadow on the Hunt family. They
prayed and read the Bible, and finally came to take up the
burdens of life, trusting in the promises of Jesus. Sometime
in March Cal Hunt was married. The wedding was meant to
be a quiet affair, but as Silas Tilten, the bridegroom, had been
a boy among the boys and was not yet twenty-one, the youth
of Red Lion thought it would not do to let this wedding pass
without a charivari; so before the wedding supper was served
we heard horns blowing, and could see by the moonlight that
there were a lot of mounted men and boys on foot with tin pans
and drums and other unmusical instruments. Oh, how it did
hurt Uncle Spencer to think the young men had no more respect
for his family than to be guilty of such an unkind act!
The Hunts were told that I would hke to help them with
the fall sewing, and as they seemed pleased to have me I at
once began to assist them with this large work. They were
making men's clothes — coats, vests and trousers. Abbie
Jenkins did the cutting and basting, while I would sew and
Aunt 'Rusha would press them: thus we made business move.
I think now as I look back on that period of my life that this
experience gave me one of the best educations I ever received.
I felt responsibihty and a desire to be helpful, and I had,
above all, Abbie Jenkins as a teacher. She was a choice
spirit; I never saw her other than good-natured and kind.
Indeed, the whole family was noble, and the women were
rehgious. The men were not Methodists; they could not
read the Bible that way.
There seems a place here to write of the lovely and
unusual, hfe of Miss Abbie Jenkins. When I knew her and
the Hunts she was thirty-two that autumn, and yesterday
(November 8, 1912,) I heard that she had died, having had
to the end of her long hfe of eighty-five years the full
possession of her extraordinary powers of mind and heart.
The sketch of her life which is in the Franklin (Ohio) Chronicle