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Contents
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1 Concepts
Language and Culture in a Global Context 29 • The Geography
of World of World Religions 30 • Culture, Gender, and Globalization 32
Geography 2 Geopolitical Framework: Unity and
Fragmentation 34
Geography Matters: Environments, Regions, The Nation-State Revisited 34 • Colonialism, Decolonialization,
Landscapes 4 and Neocolonialism 35 • Global Conflict and Insurgency 36
Areal Differentiation and Integration 5 • The Cultural
Landscape: Space into Place 6 • Regions: Formal and Economic and Social Development: The
Functional 6 Geography of Wealth and Poverty 37
Geographers at Work Tracking Conflict from Space 38
Converging Currents of Globalization 8 More and Less Developed Countries 39 • Indicators
The Environment and Globalization 8 • Globalization and of Economic Development 40 • Indicators of Social
Changing Human Geographies 8 Development 42
Exploring Global Connections A Closer Look at
Globalization 9 REVIEW, REFLECT, & APPLY 44
Geopolitics and Globalization 10 • Economic Globalization and ■■ Summary, Review Questions, Image Analysis 44
Uneven Development Outcomes 12 • Thinking Critically About
Globalization 12 • Diversity in a Globalizing World 13 ■■ Join the Debate, Data Analysis 45
2 PEnvironment
Remote Sensing, and GIS 15
Latitude and Longitude 15 • Global Positioning Systems hysical Geography and the
(GPS) 15 • Map Projections 16 • Map Scale 16 • Map
Patterns and Legends 17 • Aerial Photos and Remote 46
Sensing 17 • Geographic Information Systems (GIS) 18
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3 North America
■■ Summary, Review Questions, Image Analysis 120
74 ■■ Join the Debate, Data Analysis 121
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Physical Geography and Environmental Issues: Physical Geography and Environmental Issues:
Paradise Undone 174 The Plateau Continent 215
Island and Rimland Landscapes 176 • Caribbean Climates and Plateaus and Basins 216 • Climate and
Climate Change 178 • Environmental Issues 181 Vegetation 219 • Africa’s Environmental Issues 221
Working Toward Sustainability Geothermal Energy for Working Toward Sustainability Reforesting a
the Lesser Antilles 183 Continent 224
Climate Change and Vulnerability in Sub-Saharan Africa 226
Population and Settlement: Densely Settled
Islands and Rimland Frontiers 184 Population and Settlement: Young and
Demographic Trends 185 Restless 227
People on the Move Haitian Struggles in the Dominican Demographic Trends and Disease Challenges 230 • The
Republic 188 Disease Factor: Malaria, HIV/AIDS, and
The Rural–Urban Continuum 189 Ebola 231 • Patterns of Settlement and Land
Use 233 • Urban Life 234
Cultural Coherence and Diversity: A Exploring Global Connections The Map Kibera
Neo-Africa in the Americas 191 Initiative 235
The Cultural Imprint of Colonialism 191 • Creolization and
Caribbean Identity 194
Cultural Coherence and Diversity: Unity
Everyday Globalization Caribbean Carnival 196 Through Adversity 238
Sports: Caribbean Olympic Glory 196 Language Patterns 238 • Religion 240 • Globalization and
African Culture 243
Geopolitical Framework: Colonialism,
Neocolonialism, and Independence 197 Everyday Globalization Africa’s Fashion Industry 244
Life in the “American Backyard” 197
Exploring Global Connections From Baseball to Geopolitical Framework: Legacies of
Béisbol 198 Colonialism and Conflict 245
Independence and Integration 201 European Colonization 246 • Decolonization and
Independence 248 • Persistent Conflict 249
Economic and Social Development: From People on the Move The Chinese in Africa 250
Cane Fields to Cruise Ships 202
From Fields to Factories and Resorts 202 Economic and Social Development: The
Geographers at Work Educational Tourism in Cuba 207 Struggle To Develop 253
Social Development 207 Roots of African Poverty 253 • Signs of Economic
Growth 256 • Links to the World Economy 257
REVIEW, REFLECT, & APPLY 210
Geographers at Work Vision for Sustainable Development in
■■ Summary, Review Questions, Image Analysis 210 West Africa 258
■■ Join the Debate, Data Analysis 211 Economic Differentiation Within Africa 259 • Measuring Social
Development 261 • Women and Development 262 • Building
from Within 262
7 Africa
Southwest Asia and North
266
■■ Summary, Review Questions, Image Analysis 310 Economic and Social Development:
■■ Join the Debate, Data Analysis 311 Integration and Transition 343
Background: Europe’s Industrial Revolution 345 • Rebuilding
Postwar Europe 345 • Economic Disintegration and Recovery in
Eastern Europe 345 • Promise and Problems of the Eurozone 349
People on the Move Portugal’s Quirky Emigration Issues 351
Social Development in Europe 352
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12 South Asia
Climate Change in East Asia 454
490
Population and Settlement: A Realm of
Crowded Lowland Basins 455
East Asia’s Population Dilemma 455 • Agriculture and Physical Geography and Environmental Issues:
Settlement in Japan, Korea, and Taiwan 457 • Agriculture and From Tropical Islands to Mountain Rim 494
Settlement in China 458 • Agriculture and Resources in a The Four Physical Subregions of South Asia 494
Global Context 459 • East Asia’s Urban Structure 459 Geographers at Work Understanding the Urban Heat-Island
People on the Move China Reforms Its Residency Registration Effect in a Changing Climate 495
System 460 South Asia’s Monsoon Climates 495 • Climate Change in South
Geographers at Work Cary Karacas Examines the Asia 496 • Other Environmental Issues in South Asia 498
Firebombing of Japan 463 Working Toward Sustainability Community Development
and Mangrove Conservation in Sri Lanka 500
Cultural Coherence and Diversity:
The Historical Influence of Confucianism Population and Settlement: The World’s
and Buddhism 463 Emerging Demographic Core 502
Unifying Cultural Characteristics 463 • Religious Unity and The Geography of Population Growth 502 • Migration and
Diversity 465 • Linguistic and Ethnic Diversity 466 • East the Settlement Landscape 503 • Agricultural Regions and
Asian Cultures in a Global Context 469 Activities 504
People on the Move Bhutanese Refugees in Nepal and the
United States 505
Geopolitical Framework: Struggles for
Regional Dominance 472 Urban South Asia 508
The Evolution of China 473 • The Rise of Japan 473 • Postwar Cultural Coherence and Diversity: A
Geopolitics 475 • Global Dimensions of East Asian
Geopolitics 477 Common Heritage Undermined by Religious
Rivalries 509
Economic and Social Development: A Core Origins of South Asian Civilizations 510 • Contemporary
Region of the Global Economy 478 Geographies of Religion 512 • Geographies of
Language 515 • South Asian in Global Cultural Context 518
Japan’s Economy and Society 478
Everyday Globalization East Asia’s Domination of Geopolitical Framework: A Deeply Divided
Shipbuilding 479 Region 519
Korea’s Divergent Development 480 South Asia Before and After Independence in 1947 519
Exploring Global Connections South Korean Investments Everyday Globalization Soccer Balls from Sialkot 520
and Aid in Africa 481 Ethnic Conflicts and Tensions in South Asia 523 • The Maoist
Continuing Development in Taiwan and Hong Challenge 525 • International Geopolitics 526
Kong 482 • Chinese Development 482 • Social Development
in East Asia 486 Economic and Social Development: Rapid
Growth and Rampant Poverty 527
REVIEW, REFLECT, & APPLY 488 Geographies of Economic Development 527 • Globalization and
■■ Summary, Review Questions, Image Analysis 488 South Asia’s Economic Future 532 • Social Development 533
Exploring Global Connections India’s Emerging
■■ Join the Debate, Data Analysis 489 Computer Game Industry 534
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The boys had gone into the church-yard with the apparent design
of examining this fine, though misspelled, token of the stone-cutter’s
art, but were really speaking and thinking of a very different subject.
They would never have been allowed to wander in the church-yard
to indulge in idle talk, and even now could spend but a few minutes
in conversation together. It was their only meeting-time during the
week, for they lived at extreme ends of the town, and Elam recited
his lessons to the Baptist minister, who lived near him, while Cotton
attended the village school. They were two well-built, healthy boys,
both dressed in clumsy, homespun suits of clothes, with full knee-
breeches, long-flapped coats and waistcoats, coarse yarn stockings
and buckled shoes, and great gray beaver hats several sizes too
large for them. Elam was as solemn and serious in his appearance
as was his father, but in his brain was a current of keen romance
rarely found in the head of any elderly colonist. As he left the church-
yard with his cousin he said, with much impressiveness, “Remember,
Cotton, if you are not here by candle-light I shall tarry no longer, but
shall go home.”
For several Sundays, as the boys had walked among the graves,
and while they had been busy with the care of their fathers’ horses,
Elam had occupied every moment in telling to Cotton all that he
could remember of a wonderful story he had read in New Haven.
Two months previously he had ridden with his father to that town,
and in the tap-room of the “ordinary” at which they had “put up”
during their stay there had lain a pile of about forty books, which a
sea-captain had left to be sold to any chance traveller, or to
townspeople who might be inclined to purchase them. There were
several copies of Tate and Brady’s new Psalms, which some of the
New England Puritans wished to use instead of the loved old Bay
Psalm-book, two or three Bibles, half a dozen volumes of sermons, a
Dutch Psalm-book, which was not Dutch at all, but a collection of
English songs and ballads, Milton’s “Paradise Lost,” a few prayer-
books, and then there was a wonderful book which Elam did not
have time to finish, though he had not wasted a moment. It thrilled
and filled him with adventurous longings, and was called “Robinson
Crusoe.” This was the first and only story-book he had ever seen,
and as he retold the wonderful tale to Cotton, the desire to run away
out into the great world, to cross the ocean and see some strange
sights and lead a different life from that on a Narragansett farm, grew
strong in both boys’ breasts.
At last Elam, having a fertile though unexercised imagination,
developed a plan of action. They would leave home and meet at the
old meeting-house, where they would spend several weeks of
idleness, roaming the woods by day and sleeping in the noon-house
by night, and when everyone in town was tired of searching for them,
then they would make their way to the sea-shore without fear of
capture, and get on board a ship and sail off somewhere. They could
hide in the wood on the Sabbath days, and as the meeting-house
stood on a lonely road in a great wood on the top of a high hill, there
would be but few passers-by on week-days, and hence few chances
of discovery. And now I must explain about the noon-house, which
was to be their sleeping-place, for none of those queer old buildings
now exist in New England.
By the side of the barn-like church were three long, low, mean,
stable-like log buildings, which could hardly be stables, since at one
end of each hut was a rough stone chimney. These were noon-
houses, or “Sabba-day houses.” One had been built by Elam and
Cotton’s grandfather, and was used by the families of his children.
Until the early years of this century, only two or three meeting-
houses throughout New England contained stoves. All through the
long, bleak, winter weeks, through fierce “nor’-westers” and piercing
frosts, the lonely churches stood, growing colder and colder, until
when they were opened upon the Sabbath the chill and damp
seemed almost unbearable. The women brought to church little iron
foot-stoves filled with hot coals. Upon these stoves they placed their
feet, and around them the shivering children sat at their mothers’ feet
and warmed their chilled hands. But by the time the long service was
over—for often the minister preached two hours and prayed an hour,
and some of the Psalms took half an hour to sing—you can easily
see that the warmth would all have died out of the little foot-stove,
and the mothers and children would be as cold as the fathers, which
is saying a great deal.
Now these half-frozen Baptists and Puritans and Episcopalians
could hardly have remained to attend an afternoon service and lived
through it, so they built houses with chimneys and fireplaces near
the church where they could go and make a fire and get warm and
eat their lunch, and when they asked permission to put up such a
building they said it was to “keep their duds and horses in.”
And, surely enough, at one end of the noon-house were usually
several stalls for the horses, who doubtless also enjoyed the warmth
that came from the fireplace at the end of the room. The “duds” were
the saddles and pillions on which the church attendants had been
seated on their ride to church, and the saddle-bags which were full of
good things to eat. Sometimes a few cooking-utensils to warm the
noonday food were kept in the noon-house, and often hay for the
horses and a great load of logs to burn in the fireplace, and
sometimes a barrel of “cyder,” to drink at the nooning.
Frequently a large noon-house was built by several farmers in
company, and I am afraid the children did not then enjoy their
Sunday noontimes, for some old deacon or elder usually read a
sermon to them between the morning and afternoon services, and
they had to sit still and listen.
So you see that Elam and Cotton had very comfortable quarters to
sleep in when they ran away to the noon-house on the Monday
following the opening of my story. Each arrived about an hour before
sunset, laden with all the food that he had been able to capture
before leaving home. Cotton had a great piece of salt-pork and a
dozen eggs, some of which had had a rather disastrous journey in
his coat-pockets. Elam had a great crushed mass of dough-nuts and
brown bread. This was not all of their provisions for their sojourn, for
on each successive Sunday for five weeks previously both boys had
crowded their great pockets with russet apples and their saddle-bags
with cold corn-bread and brown bread, and they had starved
themselves at each nooning in order to save their food and thus
provide for the coming day of need; and they had concealed their
treasures in an empty corn-bin at the horses’ end of the house.
Cotton felt sure that they had food enough to last them for three
weeks—rather dry and conglomerated, to be sure, but still good
enough for boys of healthy appetites and simple Puritan tastes. Elam
also had brought a flint and tinder-box with him, and with their aid
and that of some light “candle-wood” he soon had a blazing fire upon
the hearth, the coals of which he carefully covered up to save till
morning, and then the two Robinson Crusoes climbed upon the hay
and fell asleep.
The story of the first day spent by the runaways in their retreat
would be the story of all the days, which were not as pleasure-filled
as they had hoped. They had no hut to build, no goats to tame, no
savages to fight and dread. They rose early in the morning, for the
habits of their daily life were strong, and they did not dare have a fire
much after daybreak, lest the smoke from the chimney should be
discovered by some rare passer-by. They ate their breakfast of
brown bread and cheese and apples and drank a little of the hard
cider. As the weather was fortunately warm, they lolled on the stones
behind the noon-house while Elam told over and over again the story
of Robinson Crusoe and tales of the Indians that he had heard from
his grandfather. They fished, with some success, in a little brook
which ran through the woods, and one day they caught a rabbit in a
trap which Cotton had set, and which he had learned how to make
from old Showacum, a “praying Indian” who lived in the village.
These trophies of their skill they of course skinned and cleaned and
cooked, and though they were hungry—for they were hungry all the
time—the unsalted fish and game did not seem very appetizing to
them. They found a treasure one day in the woods—a store of nuts
which had been forgotten or neglected or reserved until spring by
some kindly squirrels—and with a few cakes of toothsome maple-
sugar they had some variety of diet.
But alas, they also had healthy young appetites, and on Saturday
night Cotton awakened to a fact whose approach had been plainly
looming up before Elam for some time—that their three weeks’
supply of food was all gone. A half-decayed apple was their sole
supper. A drink of the sour cider seemed only to make their hunger
harder to bear, but at last they fell asleep. Perhaps the pangs of his
gnawing stomach made Elam sleep more lightly than on previous
nights, perhaps the equally keen pangs of his awakened conscience
may have made him restless, but at midnight he suddenly sprang to
his feet with an exclamation of horror at a sound which he
recognized at once as the howl of a wolf. He jumped to the fire,
wakening Cotton, who tumbled out of his nest of hay with a
bewildered and wretched expression and an impatient cry of, “Oh,
why did you wake me up when I am so hungry; pray let me sleep if
you do or not,” when nearer and louder still rose the mournful howl of
the wolf. With trembling hand Cotton heaped the light wood on the
blaze which Elam had started with the old leather bellows, and then
threw log after log on the hearth until the blaze roared up the
chimney. Of course, the wolves—for they could hear more than one
—could not get into the noon-house, as window and shutter were
fast, but the boys were so wretched with hunger, so homesick, so
lonesome, that they hardly stopped to reason, and, trembling with
fear, Cotton seized an iron “loggerhead” which his father kept in the
noon-house, and thrust it into the coals to heat to a red-hot pitch,
when it could be used as a weapon. A “loggerhead” was a bar of iron
which was used as a stirring-stick in making “flip.” Deacon
Fayerweather always brought to church each winter Sunday in his
saddle-bags three or four bottles of home-brewed beer and a bottle
of Jamaica rum, from which, with the aid of the loggerhead, he made
a famous jug of flip for the minister and deacons at the nooning.
And now the peaceful loggerhead was the only weapon the two
wretched boys possessed, and, indeed, all they needed, for in a
short time the howls of the wolves grew fainter and fainter and at last
were no longer heard. All thought or power of sleep had, however,
vanished from the brains of the terrified young Crusoes at this
experience of the pleasures of adventure. All wish for final escape to
the sea-shore had also disappeared, and now their only longing was
to return home. All the remaining hours of the night they sat by the
fire, while Elam, romantic in spite of hunger, fright, and
disappointment, made known his plans for the following day. Toward
morning they let the fire die down and expire, and when the sun was
fully risen they left their sheltering noon-house and hid in the woods
not far from the meeting-house, trembling, however, at every sound
as they thought of their dread night-visitors.
As nine o’clock drew near there approached the church on every
side, on foot and on horseback, the members of the congregation. All
knew of the mysterious disappearance of Cotton and Elam, for the
country had been widely and quickly scoured for them. Among the
worshippers came Deacon and Mistress Fayerweather and
Goodman Noyes and his wife, for all felt it a godly duty, even in time
of deep affliction, not to neglect the public worship of God on the
Sabbath. Despairingly did the sad parents hope to hear some news
of their lost boys, who had apparently vanished from the face of the
earth, for neither in farm-house nor in field, neither on the road nor at
the toll-gate, neither by traveller nor by hunter, had they been seen.
The very simplicity of their plan had been its safety. Forty years
previously the whisper of kidnapping by the Indians would have
added terror to the parents’ grief, but those days were happily over.
After sad greetings had been exchanged and the minister had
entered the pulpit, the congregation seated itself for its usual
Sunday-morning service. The opening half-hour prayer was ended,
the church attendants had let down their slamming pew-seats (for
the seats in those old New England meeting-houses always turned
up on hinges to allow the pew occupants to lean against the walls of
the pew during the long prayer), the minister had read with trembling
voice a note which had been sent to him, “desiring the prayers of the
congregation for two families in great inconveniency and distress,”
when a door on the leeward side of the church slowly opened and
two pale, dishevelled, and most wretched-looking youngsters crept
slowly and shamefacedly in. The habit of constant self-repression
and self-control, characteristic of the times, was all-powerful, even in
this intense moment of crisis for the families of Fayerweather and
Noyes. The deacon flushed scarlet, but did not move from his raised
seat in front of the congregation. A faint murmur swept over the
entire assembly at the appearance of Cotton and Elam, but was at
once repressed. The boys walked calmly on to their accustomed
seats on the gallery stairs, under the supervision of the tithingman.
That zealous officer rapped sharply on the head with his long staff
two or three of the occupants of one of the “boys’ pews,” who had
turned around and stared, and whispered noisily at the appearance
of the runaways. The old minister, being slightly deaf, had heard no
ripple of commotion, and, not having glanced at the late comers,
proceeded to offer a pathetic prayer for the lost ones, “whom God
held in the hollow of his hand,” a prayer that brought to Elam and
Cotton a realizing sense of their selfishness and wickedness, and
which worked a lesson that influenced them through life. The parson
then gave out his text: “He will have charge over thee concerning
thee,” and worked his way on in his accustomed and somewhat
monotonous fashion, though with many allusions to the two
wanderers, until at fourteenthly came the long-deferred end. Nor was
there any murmur of feeling heard (though the mothers’ eyes were
filled with tears), when Deacon Fayerweather, in a slightly trembling
voice, lined out the Psalm:
I wish I could say that the boys’ parents, being so glad to get the
wanderers home, permitted them to go unpunished, but alas! early
New Englanders believed firmly that “foolishness is bound up in the
heart of a child,” and never spared the rod; and, as “sloathefulnes”
and disobedience to parents were specially abominated, such high-
handed rebellion as this of Elam and Cotton could hardly be allowed
to pass by without being made a public example. Then, too,
unfortunately for the boys, the warmth of joy at recovering the lost
ones had time through the two hours of sermon to cool down and
change into indignation. So at the close of the service Deacon
Fayerweather, after rather coldly greeting his son and nephew,
asked the advice of the minister upon so important a subject, who
gave as his opinion that the gravity of the offence, the necessity of
the lesson to other youths in the congregation, and the conveniency
of circumstances seemed to point out plainly, and was furthermore
upheld by Scripture, that public chastisement should be given upon
the spot, and that Elder Rogers was best fitted, both by age, dignity,
and strength, to administer both rebuke and punishment. And with
promptness and despatch and thoroughness the decree was carried
out; both boys were “whipped with birchen rods” while standing upon
the horse-block before the church.
But though the colonial fathers were stern and righteously
disciplinarian, the colonial mothers were loving and tender, as are
mothers everywhere and in all times, and Mistress Fayerweather
and Mistress Noyes each bore off her weeping boy to the noon-
house and filled his empty stomach well with dough-nuts and pork
and peas and pumpkin-bread, until, with comfort and plenty within,
external woes and past terrors were forgotten.
THE DOCTOR’S PIE-PLATES
Many of my cherished china treasures, having no historical
association and being of comparatively coarse ware, would be of
little value on the shelves of a collector, and also of little interest to
the general observer; but they are endeared to me by the
remembrance of the circumstances under which they were found, or
by some story connected with their past owner or their past history.
I have a set of dark-blue Staffordshire plates, known as the
“Doctor’s Pie-plates,” which are resplendent with an interest that
does not come from their glorious color, rich as it is, nor from the wit
of the humorous scenes they represent. The plates, named,
respectively, “Dr. Syntax’s Noble Hunting-party,” “Dr. Syntax Upsets
the Beehives,” “Dr. Syntax Painting the Portrait of His Landlady,” “Dr.
Syntax Taking Possession of His Rectory,” and “Dr. Syntax Star-
gazing,” are printed from a set of pictures drawn by Thomas
Rowlandson, one of the most celebrated designers of humorous and
amusing subjects of his day. They were drawn and engraved to
illustrate a book published by William Combe, in 1812, called “Dr.
Syntax’s Tour in Search of the Picturesque.” A second tour, “In
Search of Consolation,” appeared in 1820. This was also illustrated
by Rowlandson. A third tour, “In Search of a Wife,” was printed the
following year. These books had an immense and deserving
popularity. Not only did these blue Staffordshire plates appear,
copying the amusing designs from the Dr. Syntax illustrations, but a
whole set of Derby figures were modelled—Dr. Syntax Walking, In a
Green-room, At York, At the Bookseller’s, Going to Bed, Tied to a
Tree, Scolding the Landlady, Playing the Violin, Attacked by a Bull,
Mounted on Horseback, Crossing the Lake, Landing at Calais, etc.,
and also were sold in large numbers.
The “Doctor’s Pie-plates” did not, however, receive their name on
account of the presence of the laughable figure of Dr. Syntax in their
design, but from a far different and more serious and deeply felt
reason. They were once used as pie-plates; or, rather, I should say
more exactly and truthfully, were used once as pie-plates, and the
story of that solitary pie-episode in their history, with the succeeding
results of their one period of use in that capacity, will explain their
fresh, unused condition, and show why I prize them so highly, and
reveal also the reason why I call them the “Doctor’s Pie-plates.” The
name has a deep significance; the pie-plates are captured trophies
of past war, sad emblems of hopeless rebellion, never-fading
ceramic proofs and emblems of the selfishness, the tyranny of man.
In the latter part of the eighteenth century, an American gentleman
married in England an English lady of some wealth. They brought to
America with them in a sailing-vessel, as part of the bride’s wedding-
outfit, a gayly painted, richly mounted travelling-coach. In this great
coach they rode in grand style with four post-horses from Boston to
Albany, New York, and Philadelphia, and back to the little town in
Narragansett, which was ever after their home. In due time they
died, and left to their only son, a physician, all their worldly goods,
including the old coach, and the far less desirable inheritance of a
high and stubborn temper, and a firm and deep-seated veneration for
English customs, manners, traditions, and productions, which would
be worthy an Anglomaniac of the present day. He, however, made
one unfortunate and incomprehensible deviation from his Anglo-
worship when he married an American wife. As years went on, the
Doctor grew more and more overbearing and dictatorial, especially in
his household (as some English husbands are also said to be), and
in the matter of food and of cooking—those unfortunate hobbies of
an ill-tempered man—he took, perhaps, the most violent stand.
Never did any other wife have to hear so often the words, “as my
mother used to cook it,” and “they don’t do it so in England,” or have
to listen so frequently to acrimonious expressions of dislike of
American cooks and cooking. Pork and beans, “cracker johnny-
cake,” Indian-pudding, even the purely Dutch dough-nuts were
banished from his board; for not only did he refuse to eat these New
England dishes himself, but would not let his wife and daughters,
either. He also became unjust enough bumptiously to denounce as
“American” and “taboo” any food (no matter of what nationality)
which did not suit his fancy or which chanced to disagree with him.
On an unlucky day, having eaten too greedily of mince-pie (for he
had a fine English appetite), he passed his universal banishing
dictum on that darling of New England hearts and stomachs—the
pie. From thenceforth on feast-days only English plum-pudding was
served for dessert. To the New England wife, accustomed to see at
least four kinds of pie offered to “company,” if one made pretence
even of being truly hospitable and housewifely, the lonely pudding
was a great and almost unbearable source of grief and mortification,
and many a struggle did she make (trying to imitate her forefathers
of old) against the English yoke, but in vain; pieless and barren for
years was her table. But reinforcing troops at last came to her
rescue; for three daughters were grown, and, brave and strong with
youth, they dared to rebel more openly and recklessly than their
browbeaten mother.
In 1830 all the Doctor’s relatives, far and near, were invited to eat
“Thanksgiving dinner” with him and his family; for he was hospitable
enough, in his own fashion; in all, thirty were to sit down at his board.
On the day before Thanksgiving, mother, daughters, and “help” were
all busy at work from early morning in the great pantry and kitchen,
making careful preparation for the coming dinner, and brisk sounds
of chopping and pounding and mixing were heard, and savory smells
and spicy vapors filled the house. Toward the close of the day, when
their work was nearly done, they suddenly heard, to their terror, the
sound of the Doctor’s cane (for he was badly crippled with that
typical English disease, the gout) thump, thumping through the halls
and rooms to the kitchen, an apartment he seldom visited. With
palpitating hearts but firm countenances they stood in a hollow
square for strength, as does any determined band, while he walked
past them to the “buttery,” where were placed in military rows twenty-
six of those hated abominations, pies—mince-pies, pumpkin and
apple and cranberry, and, the crowning dainty of all, “Marlboro’” pies.
Their only hope of salvation was that in the dull, fading November
light the tyrant might not discover the forbidden pastry; and, indeed,
he did not appear to do so, for he merely glanced scowlingly around,
and, without speaking, hobbled back to his office. Once more they
breathed freely, and the eldest daughter said, cheerfully: “Now, girls,
nothing can happen; if he had seen them we should have had to give
them away; but he won’t know anything about it now until they are
brought on the table with the pudding, and he will be most through
his bottle of port then—but oh, what shall we do when the company
goes?”
Poor souls! they slept for one night the happy, unconscious sleep
of the victorious, the hospitable, and awoke on Thanksgiving morn to
find every pie vanished from the pantry-shelf. Every pie? Yes, and
every pie-plate, too!—twenty-six of the new English blue-and-white
stone-ware plates. At first they really believed, in their simplicity, that
a thief must have entered from outside and stolen them; but why
should the marauder take pies, and no other food? Then, too, there
was not a foot-print on the light snow which had fallen early in the
evening. No; the Doctor must have stolen his wife’s pies! But where
could he have hidden the pie-plates? For weeks, yes, for years, they
searched in every nook and corner; through the hay in the barns,
behind the logs of wood in the sheds, in old barrels and boxes in the
cellar, in closets, in trunks, under the eaves in the attic; and they
even peered out on the roof behind the peaks of the gable-windows,
but no pie-plates could they find. The grim old Doctor kept his
silence, until his daughters grew at last to think that some thief must
have entered in spite of apparent impossibility.
Thirty-six years later, in 1866, the aged Doctor died, and went,
doubtless, to an English paradise. His browbeaten wife had given up
the struggle many years before. The daughters, now elderly women,
with a long-concealed but unsubdued hatred born of years of
tyrannical browbeating and oppression, at once made a triumphal
holocaust of many of the cherished treasures of the British tyrant;
and the first victim doomed to destruction was the old English coach
in which their English grandmother had ridden in state through the
country. This broken-down, moth-eaten, rat-nibbled, cobweb and
dirt-filled relic had stood unused for fifty years—an abominable
nuisance, an inconvenient obstruction, a hated eyesore, in the
carriage-house connected with their dwelling. The Doctor had
cherished it on account of its English birthplace; but now its fate was
sealed. As the first heavy blow of the destroying iconoclastic axe
struck the hated coach, a loud rattle as of falling crockery was heard,
and the executioner paused. A careful investigation discovered an
unknown compartment under the driver’s seat which had been
constructed for the purpose of hiding despatch-boxes and, perhaps,
the bride’s jewel-cases—and in this hiding-place were twenty-six dirt-
covered, dark-blue Staffordshire plates. A sudden light of
comprehension and recognition came into the faces of the sisters—
here were the long-lost pie-plates! The cantankerous old Doctor had
craftily arisen in the night, hobbled out silently, in spite of his gout,
thrown the carefully and daintily made Thanksgiving pies to the pigs,
stealthily packed the plates in the old coach, watched maliciously the
unsuccessful plate-search, kept silence throughout the despoiled
Thanksgiving dinner and through nearly forty pieless years, and died
triumphant.
Half of this treasure-trove, which the Doctor could hide, but,
happily, could not take with him, were the Dr. Syntax plates; and
from that half came my share. The other plates were of well-known
English views—Payn’s Hill, the City of Liverpool, Blenheim Castle,
Fulham Church-yard, Windsor Castle—no American views were on
any of his crockery; no landing of Lafayette, no State plates, were
ever allowed to grace that rank old Tory’s pantry.
Thus, one good, one noble result came from this “ugly trick”—the
hidden pie-plates were all saved unscratched, unbroken, for the
Doctor’s kinsfolk to-day, who, in gratitude for his unintentional
posthumous favor, suitably reward him by telling the story of his
spiteful midnight theft whenever we show the plates. And, moreover,
we wantonly and openly insulted and jeered at his memory and his
gastronomic laws by formally and derisively naming the dark-blue
salvage from the coach the Doctor’s Pie-plates.
MY DELFT APOTHECARY JARS
The circumstances under which I first saw my old Delft apothecary
jars were so painful, so mortifying, that for a long time I could not
bear even to think of them; but now, as years have passed and
softened the sharp lines, I will write account of that unique
adventure.
We were one day, as was our wont, hunting in old Narragansett for
ancient china and colonial furniture, but even on that historic and
early-settled ground had met with scant success. At last, on an out-
of-the-way road, was found a clew.
We were driving slowly along, when the door of a long, low wood-
shed opened, and an elderly man walked out on the single broad
stone step and stood, in the lazy country fashion, staring openly and
sociably at us as we passed by. He had in one hand a piece of dark
wood which he was slowly rubbing with sand-paper. We had driven
past his door when my companion suddenly exclaimed: “That man
had a claw-foot.”
“A claw-foot!” I answered in astonishment; “what do you mean?—a
cloven foot or a club-foot, perhaps?”
“No, you goose; that man had in his hand a claw-foot—the leg of a
chair, I am sure, and I am going back to see to what it belongs.”
So we whisked the pony around and drove to the door where the
claw-footed man still stood, and we then saw in the one dingy
window a small sign bearing the words
ELAM CHADSEY
GENERAL REPAIRER