[or-roots] Oregon Insane Asylums (Aunt Charlotte's book)

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Now, there's a great story!  Thanks, Walt
 
Pat (in Tucson)

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There were a number of poor, harmless, unsettled creatures, who came from time to time to the ferry.
Father was very good to them. I wonder now why there should have been so many of them, all out of
proportion to the few settlers that were in that great wilderness. Of course, there were many things that
might have contributed to it, loneliness, exposure, starvation, fright, and many, many other things that
went into the making up of the pioneer life.
 
  One of these unfortunates was a boy by the name of Goodhugh. One morning we discovered that our hymn
book had disappeared during the night. Mother had awakened Father and told him that she thought she heard
someone come into the house, but Father was too sleepy to bother about it, and in the morning, Mother
discovered that her hymn book was gone. Something led us to suspect Goodhugh, so one of our boys asked him
about it. He was quite frank and explained that hymn books were very scarce, so he had come in when
everyone was asleep and had taken ours and planted it. He explained that he intended to grow such a crop
of hymn books as would supply everyone in the whole country. He even told where it was planted, under a
big fir tree a mile or so beyond the river. The boys went over looked where he told them to. The hymn book
was there, but in a very poor state of repair. A herd of wild, impious hogs had found and desecrated the
hymn book garden and had torn and scattered the leaves around everywhere. They picked them up and Mother
mended the book as best she could, but after that, she often closed her book when the preacher gave out
some special hymn. A herd of wild hogs had eaten that particular page. It did not bother me, for I had
learned to read out of that book and I knew "by heart" every single hymn in it.
 
Walt Davies
Cooper Hollow Farm
Monmouth, OR 97361
503 623-0460 


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