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of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries in the United States.
Literary Legacies
of the Federal
Writers’ Project
Voices of the Depression in the American
Postwar Era
Sara Rutkowski
English Department
Kingsborough Community College:
City University of New York
Brooklyn, New York, USA
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CONTENTS
Works Cited 91
Index 99
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CHAPTER 1
eluded literary criticism: its influence on later writing is diffuse and difficult
to identify; its documentary form is often associated solely with 1930s’
social realism; and its role as a bureaucratic arm of the New Deal has
precluded it from being recognized as an agent in the creative process.
West, May Swenson, Tillie Olsen, Kenneth Patchen, Frank Yerby, etc., and
the names go on. In fact, the list of notable federal writers is so extensive that
it comes as a surprise when a writer from that era did not work for the Project.
As much during its own time as now, the very idea of the FWP—a relief
program to supply thousands of inexperienced writers with government
paychecks in exchange for reports of American life—was audacious, what
W.H. Auden termed “one of the noblest and most absurd undertakings
ever attempted by any state” (qtd. in Mangione 51). In practice the Project
was no less venturesome. It established a bureaucratic network that spanned
48 states and that trained and managed a workforce with otherwise mostly
unserviceable skills in a devastated economy. Unlike the other WPA arts
projects collectively named Federal One—the Federal Art, Theater, and
Music Projects—which were smaller with limited scopes, the FWP reached
into nearly every pocket of society, employing some 6,000 out-of-work
professionals and producing hundreds of published guidebooks, collections
of folklore, and oral histories over eight years. Yet even in the New Deal
spirit of social investment, the Project garnered charges of boondoggling
and government meddling. Among staunch conservatives, it was worse: a
channel for communist propaganda. When Congress began to investigate
organizations with suspected communist ties in the mid-1940s, the FWP
was put on trial by the House Committee on Un-American Activities led by
Congressman Martin Dies of Texas. But during its brief lifespan, the
Writers’ Project also commanded a good measure of public respect, not
least for its ability to celebrate American culture at a time when so many
Americans felt bewildered by their collective sense of misfortune. Called
upon to transcribe and report on the real America, federal writers sought
countless fresh perspectives and abundant raw material that would, many
argued, stimulate new literary interpretations of the nation and help usher in
the social change promised by the New Deal.
Since the Project officially folded in 1943 when the war effort rechanneled
government resources, its influence on American writing has never been
disputed. But nor has it really ever been verified. Over the last few decades,
a handful of scholars have examined how specific documents that individual
writers produced for the FWP are echoed in their later fictional work. For
example, Carla Cappetti charts similarities between Nelson Algren’s FWP
interview with a prostitute and a monologue delivered by the character Mama
Tomek in his novel Never Come Morning, and Rosemary Hathaway explores
how Richard Wright’s depiction of Chicago’s South Side in Native Son
follows many of the details he included in an ethnographic essay he wrote
4 LITERARY LEGACIES OF THE FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
for the Project. Others have noted that Meridel Le Sueur’s novel The Girl
(1939), about a young woman thrown by poverty into prostitution, report-
edly features direct material from her FWP interviews with women in
Minnesota (Le Sueur was blacklisted during the McCarthy era and her
novel was not published again until 1978). According to Jerre Mangione,
Sam Ross’s novel Windy City (1979) chronicling Chicago’s jazz scene was
based on Ross’s extensive FWP fieldwork in jazz clubs. But most critics
addressing the FWP have made claims about its significance to American
writing without attempting to articulate the quality or scope of its literary
achievement. In his recent chronicle of the program, Soul of the People:
The WPA Writers’ Project Uncovers Depression America (2009), David
Taylor argues that while the Project shares “a link to remarkable con-
tributions to American fiction,” defining or measuring that link is a
“tricky matter” (221). Instead, Taylor concentrates his engaging study
on the experiences of many FWP writers, weaving together letters, inter-
views, speeches, and biographies to create a collective portrait of the
program’s vibrant and unprecedented venture.
Taylor is right: teasing out the Project’s direct ties to later writing is
complicated. The notion of influence is itself slippery; fallacious connec-
tions can easily be drawn between what writers experienced during their
tenure with the Project and what they later wrote. Although thousands
were employed by the FWP, only a relative few became famous, and those
that did wrote under a constellation of influences, their brief stint with the
Project often being a minor one. Of course, the Writers’ Project itself was
influenced by a range of cultural and economic factors, by the politics of
the Depression and the aesthetics and concerns of both proletarian and
modernist writers, by the high-minded promise of democratic pluralism,
and the ground-level wrangling of a government bureaucracy. Moreover,
the extraordinary number and variety of FWP materials were not all
guided by the same principles and methodologies; they range widely in
quality and depth and have been subject to varying levels of analysis. To
put it simply, the FWP cannot be pinned down or easily summed up any
more than the diverse group of writers who participated in it.
But it is curious that the FWP has not been examined in terms of its
relationship to literary developments, especially given its leaders’ expressed
interest in cultivating new literature, not to mention subsequent critics’
assertions that the FWP had succeeded in doing so. Instead the subject of
the FWP has been almost exclusively in the possession of historians and
cultural critics who have rightly perceived in its unique place in New Deal
1 INTRODUCTION: A LITERARY VENTURE, SIDESTEPPED 5
But the questions remain: Why does the FWP still largely elude literary
analysis? And why is it so difficult to qualify the FWP’s connection to
American literature?
The answers may lie both in the equivocal, often conflicting nature of
the Project and in the larger literary-historical terms that have come to
define the 1930s. While the FWP was designed above all to provide relief
employment to “all needy persons within the writing field,” its secondary
objective, as described in archival memoranda, was to “give concrete
form and value to the work of these writers” (FWP, “Objectives”). But
the ambiguity inherent in this notion of “form and value” has from the
beginning created some confusion about the nature and purpose of the
writing that emerged from the Project. The FWP claimed that its goal was
to allow writers to “produce books of creative value, novels, poetry and
other works in their leisure time” (FWP “Objectives”). It even published
an anthology of creative work by federal writers, entitled American Stuff
(1937), in which appeared Richard Wright’s now famous essay “The
Ethics of Living Jim Crow: An Autobiographical Sketch,” as well as poetry
by Kenneth Rexroth, Claude McKay, and Sterling Brown. In his fore-
word, Alsberg writes that the book countered any public perception that
FWP writers “are incapable of producing anything but guides” in which
the “creative element is present only incidentally” (v). Even so, the pro-
duction of the Guidebook Series was at least initially the Project’s main
effort—in its own words, its “immediate aim.” The form and value of
these guides have always been more calculable than the federal writers’ off-
time creative work; unlike the latter, the guidebooks and interviews are
artifacts directly attributable to the FWP. They were generally viewed as
educational, historically and culturally significant, morale-boosting, and
economically beneficial. On the other hand, the literary work that the
Project potentially encouraged has long seemed too diffuse and difficult to
identify. The FWP thus poses a conundrum for literary critics: its tangible
body of work is not literary enough and the literary work it may have
inspired is not tangible enough.
Another likely reason the FWP has attracted so little literary scholarship is
because it existed within—and indeed, because of—1930s’ Depression-era
culture, and therefore has generally been folded into the established literary
historical framework of that era. In conventional terms, Depression literature
is associated with the proletarian genre, social realism, and the brief resur-
gence of literary naturalism that waned shortly after the war when writers
turned their attention to more psychological and metaphysical dimensions of
1 INTRODUCTION: A LITERARY VENTURE, SIDESTEPPED 7
American life. Among the formalist critics of the 1950s, the socially engaged
work of the FWP appeared anachronistic, even an unpleasant reminder of the
Depression. Although many of the writers from the FWP went on to become
prominent postwar writers, the Project is generally viewed as disconnected
from the concerns and aesthetics that dominated the late 1940s and the
1950s, when the previous modernist heroes like Hemingway and Fitzgerald
were seen as rhetorically more congenial to the cultural climate. Many critics
today are still more likely to see the work of John Steinbeck, Richard Wright,
and Jack Conroy—all notable social realists—as more emblematic of the
Project’s influence than the self-seeking explorations of Ellison or Algren.
The 1930s’ documentary style, coupled with left-wing populism, continues
to prevail in our conception of the FWP and consequently the Project has
become hermetically sealed within the boundaries of Depression discourse.
A yet more implicit factor that may contribute to the FWP’s failure to
impact literary discourse involves the general discomfort among both
literary critics and writers with the relationship between the arts and
government, the individual artist and the authority of the state. The
massive cultural engineering that the Roosevelt administration performed
through Federal One may continue to garner fascination—particularly
among art historians who have exhaustively studied the WPA murals—
but the idea that it mediated the creativity and vision of artists working
outside their relief duties still seems unconvincing to many. The theore-
tical distance between art and government remains sacrosanct in American
cultural discourse, even to scholars who readily engage with how political
ideology inscribes itself on art production. As a bureaucratic arm, the FWP
is viewed at worst as a propagandist force for the New Deal and at best as a
facilitator for writers and the writing profession, but rarely as an agent in
the creative process, the notion of which may offend the “bottom-up”
paradigm that many critics have constructed to make sense of 1930s’
literary innovation.
This study attempts to fill the critical void by examining the overlooked
role the FWP played in shaping American literature following the
Depression. While some literary scholars suggest that the FWP’s relevance
died alongside the political and social currents of the Depression, I argue
that the FWP’s materials and methods long outlived the program itself.
By aiming their documentary lenses so precisely on individual voices and
cultural communities, FWP writers would ultimately eschew the social
realism of 1930s’ culture in favor of themes surrounding personal
and cultural identity in the postwar era. Many previously marginalized
8 LITERARY LEGACIES OF THE FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
Writing in The New Republic in 1954, the literary critic Malcolm Cowley
noted a “new breed” of American fiction that had emerged in the postwar
era—writing he labeled “personalism,” and which, he argued, merged
literary naturalism with explorations of subjectivity while avoiding any
strict determinism by concentrating its lens so tightly on characters’
collectivist discourse of the 1930s fell away, and along with it a sense of
optimism and progress engendered by the New Deal. Yet the drive among
writers to probe the character and quality of Americans did not wane
under these new conditions. Postwar writers who had worked for the
Project persisted in hammering away at the question: what does it mean
to be American? They and many others continued to explore the lives of
victims and outsiders and the struggles of so-called ethnic Americans,
whose claims for recognition became yet more insistent with the ascen-
dency of white middle-class values in the 1950s.
In his critique of postwar writing, Leopards in the Temple (2002),
Morris Dickstein describes the literary shift from the 1930s to the
1950s as a move “away from social problems toward metaphysical con-
cerns about identity, morality, and man’s place in the larger scheme of
the universe” (63). After the war, the vantage point of writers pivoted,
Dickstein argues, from Marx to Freud—from the steely reality of the
Depression to the personalized, impalpable experience of trying to know
one’s self. Realism, the prevailing mode in twentieth-century American
writing, did not die with the 1930s, but emerged as a new approach
that largely spurned the naturalism to which realism had so long been
linked—the attempts among writers from Theodore Dreiser to John Dos
Passos to Wright to represent the intractable societal forces that squelch
human agency. In their sweeping portraits of American experience, these
social realists wrestled with the political and economic currents that
consumed individual lives. But as the realities of these conditions chan-
ged after the war, their work became a target of antipathy. As Dickstein
writes, “Their naturalist methods, which required an immense piling up
of realistic details, and a minute verisimilitude, seemed unable to encom-
pass the complexities and absurdities, to say nothing of the social changes
of the postwar world” (25). Sounding the same note, critic Thomas Hill
Schaub describes the critique of naturalist aesthetics this way: “In its
materialism, its assumption of determinate behavior, and its documen-
tary methods literary naturalism relied too much for its truths upon
surface detail and failed to provide an adequate portrait of the inner
life” (43).
By contrast, the postwar writers were preoccupied with the inner life.
They had a vastly different culture from 1930s’ writers to contend with,
one in which the pressure to conform and succeed was more urgent than
any need for collective engagement, where the moral abomination of
fascism and war cast profound doubt over the faith in modern progress
12 LITERARY LEGACIES OF THE FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
and raised questions about human nature, while dizzying economic and
technological changes proved the triumph of capitalism and effectively
stunned its opposition. Political action was put aside; the thriving econ-
omy, coupled with the moral fatigue from the monumental crises of
Depression and war, prompted Americans to retreat into their private
lives in search of inspiration and fulfillment. In response to this new
cultural reality came a more insular, self-reflective literature. Writing that
explored the individual’s internal drive to find meaning replaced the
proletarian genre where class struggle defined life’s experiences. Postwar
writers therefore sought a realism that turned away from political con-
cerns and incorporated—indeed, privileged—the psychological reality of
life, so that the external fabric of society became filtered through the
individual’s mind.
Yet this emergent brooding self has antecedents in the subjects of the
FWP, the vast collection of ordinary Americans, social misfits, and cultural
outsiders whose individual voices federal writers painstakingly transcribed.
Much of the writing of the late 1940s and 1950s that developed into a
perceptible body of self-conscious literature shares the FWP’s interest
in personal identity, voice, and self-expression. Federal writers, especially
black and working-class writers, carried these concerns over to a new
cultural climate. They did not abandon the outside world; rather they
interpreted the social conditions through the lens of the self and the first-
person voice—much like the FWP, which was geared toward translating
society’s influences and meanings through subjective experience and per-
sonal struggle. These writers fought society not by means of political
protest but, in Lawrence Lipton’s terms, by “disaffiliating” with society,
and turning “their back on the status quo in utter rejection” (388).
Ellison’s Invisible Man (1952) and Bellow’s Dangling Man (1944) and
The Adventures of Augie March (1953) all unfold through the internal
musings of their narrators who struggle to define themselves within
and against the oppressive prescriptions of American society. Although
Algren’s novels, Never Come Morning (1942) and The Man with the
Golden Arm (1949), with their claustrophobic fixation on the urban
under-classes, tend to be viewed as spillover from the 1930s, much of it
is animated by the inward gloom of his offbeat characters who try to better
themselves under the disapproving glare of middle-class American culture.
The FWP was in many ways tailor-made for a writers like Algren who
was, both by nature and circumstance, part beat reporter, part cultural
anthropologist, part poet, and part poor man—all identities that
2 PIONEERING A NEW LITERARY FORM 13
would migrate easily over to storytelling in the postwar era where the
identity claims of cultural outsiders were among the main ingredients of
literary narrative.
NOTE
1. For a full discussion about Nelson Algren’s fieldwork for the FWP and how
it influenced his body of writing, see my article “Nelson Algren’s
Personalism: The Influence of the Federal Writers’ Project” in Studies in
American Naturalism (Winter 2014, Vol. 9 Issue 2, pp. 198–223).
CHAPTER 3
Abstract This chapter traces the FWP’s documentary methods and aims
as articulated in critical histories and archival fieldwork instructions and
speeches. The Project’s approach to documenting individual stories can be
tied to President Roosevelt’s own interest in personalizing the nation’s
economic crisis through individual accounts of struggle. Central to this
discussion is Benjamin Botkin, the FWP’s national folklore editor, and
Sterling Brown, the Negro Affairs editor, who together led the FWP’s
efforts to compile a vast and unprecedented collection of folklore and oral
histories, including those of former slaves. Both men advocated for the use
of literary techniques in fieldwork and both believed that the creative
writer—more than the trained folklorist—could humanize folklore,
making it accessible to the general public and a vehicle for promoting
awareness of and appreciation for the nation’s cultural diversity.
instead that these Americans speak for themselves and, in effect, write their
own histories.
The methodological foundation for this approach was never particularly
firm, but its precariousness was ultimately a critical factor for what made it
both unique and influential. The fact alone that writers were charged with
conducting fieldwork more commonly performed by trained social scien-
tists suggests that the outcome would be original. As Mangione describes
it, the strategy involved “the knack of asking the right questions at the
right time, of intuitively providing leads that would encourage the infor-
mant to talk freely.” This, he explains, “more than compensated for the
Project writers’ lack of folklore training,” and as a result, “fresh techniques
were developed which were highly effective” (272).
The FWP is chiefly known today for the sweeping American Guide
Series, its signature and most ambitious project aimed at chronicling each
American state, its cities, roadways, history, and lived reality. All told,
the Project produced some 378 guides that range widely in quality and
scope and whose merits spring from both the varying levels of editorial
direction and the relative strength of their individual writers. The ultimate
goal of the Guidebook Series was also variable. Theoretically the guide-
books boasted an obvious economic benefit in that they could help spur
domestic tourism, though it became apparent that road travel during the
Depression was generally not for pleasure. But more generally the guides
were designed to create a sense of shared national identity and to gen-
erate interest in the nation’s extraordinary cultural and topographic
diversity. From the perspective of Washington, the guides could also
serve to mobilize support for the New Deal’s vision of unity and cultural
progress.
Writers were assigned to address specific areas and granted consider-
able freedom for choosing and collecting their material. Rather than
being secluded in offices or libraries, they were dispatched as fieldworkers
to freely mingle with local informants (many of whom they likely already
knew) and empowered as temporary historians charged with document-
ing the familiar textures of their home states. The results were, not
surprisingly, experimental: a cobbled together assortment of styles and
inspirations, a sometimes jarring mix of hard history and chatty prose.
Writing about the Guide Series in the New Republic in 1939, Robert
Cantwell proclaimed: “The America that is beginning to emerge from
the books of the Writers’ Project is a land to be taken seriously: nothing
quite like it has ever appeared in our literature.” It was an America, he
20 LITERARY LEGACIES OF THE FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
literature is “its attempt to make the inarticulate articulate and above all to
let the people speak in their own voice and tell their own story by recording
and stimulating the worker as writer.” He also stresses the importance of
listening: the writer who makes use of folk sources, he writes, “must be a
good listener with a good ear for remembering both what is said and how it
is said.” There “must be a creative rather than an imitative listener. He must
be able to catch the inner as well as the outer accents and rhythm. He must
also be able to live many lives.” Botkin’s conception of folklore is not “an
old woman’s tale to frighten children or a song to lighten the tedium of
labor or leisure,” but a “social portraiture and protest, an outlet, organizer
and interpreter of social thought” (“The Folk and the Writer”).
Botkin challenged the FWP to put his theory into action. Internal
guidelines for how folklore material was to be collected varied widely
from state to state and depended a great deal on the personalities and
priorities of regional directors. In Chicago, for example, director John T.
Frederick allowed his writers to seek out any subject of their choosing.
Jack Conroy, who had already gained a reputation as a proletarian novelist,
helped launch the Industrial Lore unit for which he gathered experiences
and “tall tales” from factory workers in Chicago’s rust belt. Another
writer, Sam Ross, spent his fieldwork hours in jazz clubs and Nelson
Algren conducted the majority of his interviews in local Chicago bars.
Working for the Florida Writers’ Project, Zora Neale Hurston, a trained
anthropologist, was free to continue the work she had begun in and
published in Mules and Men (1935), an anthology of Florida folklore
from her hometown of Eatonville.
Written instructions to writers tended to emphasize the importance of
being “natural” to prevent a stiff or formal interview. Writers were advised
to “avoid skipping about from point to point. In drawing the informant
out, also guide him skilfully [sic] along so that in progressing you exhaust
each topic before leaving it . . . Rather than ask directly for certain types of
folklore material, let the collection grow out of the interview, naturally and
spontaneously” (FWP, “Manual”). Even for the ex-slave narratives, whose
historical purpose was more self-evident than much of the collected folk-
lore, the guidelines were open-ended. Though fieldworkers were provided
a list of specific questions to pose, they were also counseled to be selective:
“If he will talk freely, he should be encouraged to say what he pleases
without reference to the questions” (FWP, “Memo”).
Perhaps most significant were the guidelines for transcribing the inter-
views. Writers were often encouraged to minimize the insertion of their
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DILIGENT DICK;
OR,
THE YOUNG FARMER.
BY AUNT HATTIE.
[MADELINE LESLIE]
mean men."—Paul.
BOSTON:
26 SCHOOL STREET.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by
LIST
OF VOLUMES IN
FOR BOYS.
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FOR GIRLS.
CHAPTER I.
MR. JONES sat in his office on Pearl Street one of the hottest afternoons in
August, eighteen hundred and fifty-eight. His linen coat was thrown on the
back of his chair, his vest was loosened from top to bottom, a pitcher of iced
water stood convenient to his hand; but he puffed and panted continually.
"Ha! A boy is there? Well ask him in. Any body who ventures out in the street
under such a sun ought to have important business."
The gentlemen both looked toward the door, and were rather surprised to see
a little fellow, not more than twelve years of age, standing there, with his straw
hat in his hand. He had on what is called a French shirt of some light material
made loose with wide sleeves, to which his pantaloons were attached, and a
small ruffled collar round his neck. Before he spoke a word, he took a
handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead,
brushing back the heavy mass of curls which had fallen there. The only parts
of his countenance which deserve particular notice at this time, were a pair of
honest, earnest, blue eyes, which looked straight, without fear or hesitation,
into the face of the one he addressed; and a small, well cut mouth, which told,
without his speaking, a whole story of the possessor's sweetness of temper,
and mirthfulness; and yet the manner of shutting it proved that he had
firmness too.
All this, which has taken so long to describe, only cost the two gentlemen one
searching glance; then the boy took two or three steps forward, saying in a
pleasant, respectful tone—
"That is Mr. Jones," remarked Mr. Follinsby, waving his hand toward the
gentleman.
"Are you the chairman of the Committee on decorating the St. Stevens'
church?"
This question was so wholly unexpected by Mr. Jones, who supposed the boy
had come to ask charity; or perhaps to seek a place as errand boy in his store,
that for one moment he did not answer, but sat eyeing the lad with a
perplexed smile, then he said:
"For Christmas? Ha! Ha! Ha! We haven't begun to think of Christmas yet, my
little fellow."
"I want to engage the job, if you please. I'll supply the evergreen as cheap as
any body. I know, it's a good while before Christmas; but mother says it's best
to be in season when you're to do any thing."
He said all this in such a matter-of-fact way, as though he had been used to
business of the kind for years, that Mr. Jones, after a glance at his friend, burst
into a hearty laugh, in which the boy joined with perfect good humor.
"No, sir; and I don't expect to decorate it this year. Mother says it takes tall
men with ladders, to do that. I only want to supply the evergreens. I'll do it as
cheap as any body, sir."
"I live in Annesley, sir. They always call me Dick at home." He added this with
a smile, so full of humor that both the gentlemen laughed.
"Yes, sir. One of our neighbors has a church in the city to decorate every year;
and he makes a good deal of money."
"I suppose your parents are willing you should do this; I mean that they knew
of your coming here?"
"Mother does, sir, of course. I never do any thing without telling her."
"I want to surprise him. The people are poor; and so they can't give much
salary. If I get the job, I'm going to buy a new buffalo robe. We've needed one
for the sleigh a good while."
Dick laughed aloud, mentally resolving to tell his mother what a very pleasant
man Mr. Jones was.
"I don't know what Mr. Jones will do," said Mr. Follinsby; "but if I were the
chairman of the Committee, you should have the job. I approve of boys who
tell their mothers every thing."
"Thank you, sir. There's one thing I haven't told mother yet. Last spring our
hod got broken. If I make enough I want to get her a new one."
"That's a good boy. I guess you'll have enough besides the buffalo robe. If you
don't, it wont be a very profitable job. Shall you gather the evergreen
yourself?"
"Yes, sir, in the vacation at Thanksgiving. Mother says she thinks she shall
have time to help me wind it evenings; and then I can keep it fresh down
cellar. Do you think, Mr. Jones, I can get the job?"
"Come here the first of November, and I will tell you. Our church are feeling
rather poor this year; but if we decorate at all, you shall supply the evergreens.
Here is my card. Shall you remember?"
"Oh, yes, sir! I should remember you, and where you live, without any card;
but I'll take it if you please."
Mr. Follinsby put his hand in his pocket, and drew out his porte-monnaie.
"Suppose, Dick," he said, "that I give you enough to buy a hod now. It's
inconvenient to do without one."
A flush of honest pride flew into Dick's checks, and even mounted to his
forehead.
"I'm much obliged to you, sir," he said very seriously; "but I'd rather earn the
money for it. Mother'd like it a great deal better. I'll be sure to be back, sir, the
first of November."
He made a bow which would not have disgraced a drawing room, and was
retiring when Mr. Jones held out his hand:
"Good bye, Dick," he said, "You've got a good mother, I'm sure."
"Yes, sir," the boy answered, his blue eyes dancing with pleasure. "She's the
best woman in the world." He held out his hand to Mr. Follinsby, and said,
"Thank you, sir," once more and went away.
CHAPTER II.
DICK AT HOME.
"I'D give a hundred dollars if my boy had been here to see Dick," said Mr.
Follinsby. "He'll make his mark in the world. He's got the true grit."
"I'd give ten thousand if I had one like him," said the other. "The idea of
Christmas decorations on this hot day!" And he ha-ha'd, till the ceiling rang
with his mirth.
"We shall hear of Mr. Richard Monroe Stuart again; or I'm mistaken," he added
presently.
In the mean time Dick, who had accompanied a neighbor to the city, hurried
back to the main street to be in time to ride home with him in the covered
wagon. But finding by the clock on the great steeple that he had still an hour,
he set off on a tour of inspection through the streets.
Once more inside the wagon, he pulled from under the cushion a small paper
bundle, and taking out a cake said, as he ate it with a relish—
At home there were three boys younger than Dick all of whom were daily
taking lessons of industry and thrift, as well as lessons in practical godliness.
Richard, though only a few months past twelve, had already made up his mind
to be on the Lord's side. To be sure he knew little of the great army of foes
arrayed against the Captain of his Salvation; the world, the flesh and the
Devil; but he knew well the iniquity of his own heart. He knew how much
easier it was to do wrong, to be lazy and selfish and unkind to his brothers
when his interest crossed theirs, than to be diligent, generous, and thoughtful
of their wishes; but he had also learned by a happy experience the delight of
conquering himself, for the sake of pleasing his dear Saviour.
Richard being the eldest, somehow did not regard himself as a boy. He had
always taken care upon himself, so as to relieve his mother, and though the
merriest fellow alive, singing or whistling at his work, he had never within his
recollection spent a whole day in play. "The fact is," said his father watching
him as he took the milk pail, the night after his visit to Mr. Jones, and went out
to do the barn chores, "the fact is, our Dick makes play of his work."
Mr. Stuart was a scholar, naturally absorbed in the duties of his profession. He
betook himself to his study at an early hour and midnight very often found his
lamp still burning. His wife was competent to manage the affairs of the little
household, and he wisely left them to her, often wondering, however, how she
made the small salary cover even their frugal expenses. Happily freed from
this charge, he gave himself entirely to his work, and brought forth to his
people deep, hidden treasures. As a pastor he was unwearied and almost
unrivalled. Like a true shepherd he cared for his flock, leading them unto
green pastures, and beside the still waters. In sickness he was by their side.
In sorrow he wept with them. In all circumstances of life, their firm, faithful and
sympathizing friend, leading them through prosperity or adversity to look
beyond this world to the mansions above the skies.
The minister's family lived in small house which they owned; and connected
with it was a farm of fourteen acres. They kept a horse, cow, pig and chickens.
In the spring a man was hired to plough, and assist in planting the corn and
potatoes; and he generally came again in the fall to help get in the harvest.
The hoeing and weeding of the vegetable garden was done mainly by
Richard; his long summer vacation coming just in the time he was most
needed. Eddy, the boy next in age, not yet ten, had this year assumed the
responsibility of the chicken house and with his little saw and hatchet could
cut kindlings as well as any body; but Richard was the one on whom his
mother mainly depended.
After his visit to the city, the church decorations and the probability of his
securing the job, were often the subject of discussion between himself and his
mother. But Dick was shrewd as well as industrious.
"I'd better not tell the school boys," he said one day. "If I do, they'll be pulling
all the evergreen in Mr. Pond's pasture; and there isn't any more within half a
mile. How many wreaths can I make in a day?"
"I don't know, Dick. You may go, over some afternoon to Mr. McIntosh's and
learn how; then you can teach me and I'll help you."
"Thank you, mother. I do hope the church wont be too poor to decorate. Mr.
Jones was real kind about it."
CHAPTER III.
DICK AT SCHOOL.
THE fall term of the District school commenced in September. It was hard at
first for Richard to take his mind from his work, and fix it upon his studies. He
was up in the morning as soon as it was light, to feed the horse and cow and
groom them, to feed the pig, and milk, and sweep out the barn floor. Then
after breakfast and family prayers he was off to work in the garden till mother
rang the bell for him to dress for school. Sometimes he had to go on an errand
for her, or his father, and hurry Eddy and little Lyman along, so that by the time
he was seated behind his desk, he was often sleepy. But he loved study and
soon roused himself, resolved to do this term, as he had last, and keep his
place at the head of the class.
Fortunately for Dick, the teacher, Miss Wheeler, was every way worthy of her
trust. She had studied the character of every scholar. She loved them and
spared no pains to help them to progress in their studies.
Richard, her dear minister's son, was a special object of interest to her. She
trusted him implicitly. She was very strict in her government, a little stiff in her
manners, but occasionally was thrown off her guard by some witty answer,
and laughed more heartily than she herself approved.
"Richard Stuart, you may come to the desk," called Miss Wheeler one
morning. "Have you your piece ready?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Very well. I shall call you the first one after recess."
"The Thunder Storm, by Richard Stuart," called out the teacher at the
appointed time.
Richard rose from his seat, and with a slight flush on his face, took his position
on the platform, bowed and commenced, with great animation:
"The thunder roared,
The clouds grew big,
The lightning flashed,
And killed a pig."
He had made his parting bow and taken his seat, before either his teacher, or
the scholars, had time to recover from their surprise. Miss Wheeler stood in
front of her desk, a little ruler, with which she thumped upon it to call the
scholars to order, in her hand, staring at the place where the boy ought to be,
but where he was not. Then recovering herself in a degree, she glanced
toward Richard, whose eyes were fixed on a book before him, a suspicious
smile playing about his mouth. She could endure it no longer; but burst into a
hearty laugh in which all the scholars joined.
"Richard," said the teacher after school, "how came you to get such a piece as
that? I supposed from the name it would be very fine."
"I thought it was a good one; and it was easy to learn. I said it to father first."
"He didn't say any thing; but he laughed till he choked himself. You see, he
thought 'twould be a long piece."
The next time Richard's selection was a poem on the Union by Whittier; and
he received ten good marks for it.
The week following, there were visitors present; and among them the Pastor;
Richard, being the best speaker, was called out among the first.
After his bow, he announced as his subject, "The Seasons;" and then went on.
"Some people like Spring best, some like Summer best;" then with a sudden
burst of feeling clasping his hand on his heart, he continued, "But as for me,
give me liberty or give me death."
When he bowed himself off the stage the clapping commenced, while the
dignified teacher, struggling between her inclination to join the laugh and to
maintain order blushed crimson.