hem 'ere ingun-skins off my eyes, and for me to have no fears, but
trust in him; that he believed them eye-nerves, shet back thar in
the dark, was still alive and able to do business. And though my
heart shuck like a ager, I laid down on that table same as a
soldier. When I got up, I were blind as ever, with rags tied thick
around my eyes. And I sot there patient day after day, and the
doctor he 'd drap in and cheer me up. 'Aunt Dally,' he would
say--he claimed he never had no time to git out the Dalmanuthy--'in
just a leetle while you 'll be a-trotting around the Blue Grass here
worse 'n a race-hoss; but you got to git your training gradual.'
Then he 'd thin the bandages more and more, till a sort of gray
twilight come a-sifting through. 'And don't think,' he would say,
'that I am aiming to let you lope back to them mountains till I git
you plumb made over. Fust thing is a new set of teeth,--you done
gummed yourself into dyspepsy and gineral cantankerousness,--and
then I 'm sot on taking you to my house to visit a month and eat
good victuals and git your stummick opened up whar it done growed
together, and your mind unj'inted, and your sperrits limbered
similar.' And straightway he sont for a tooth-dentist, that tuck a
pictur' of my gums in wax then and thar. Then come the great day
when I looked my fust on a human countenance ag'in. I axed that it
be the doctor's, and I seed him only through black glasses darkly;
but, O God! what a sight it were none but the blind can ever tell!
Then for quite a spell I looked out through them dark glasses at the
comings and goings and people there in the hospital. Then one day
the doctor he run in and says, 'Time for you to look on the
sunlight, Aunt Dally. Keep on them glasses, and wrop a shawl round
you, and come with me. I 'm aiming to show you the prettiest
country God ever made.' Then he holp me into a chariot that run
purely by the might of its own manoeuvers, and I seed tall houses
and chimblys whiz by dimlike, and then atter a while he retch over
and lifted my glasses.

"Women, the tongue of Seraphim hain't competent to tell what I seed
then! That country hain't rugged and on-eend like this here, but is
spread out smooth and soft and keerful, with nary ragged corner
nowhar', and just enough roll to tole the eye along. Thar I, beheld
the wide, green pastures I had heared tell of in Scriptur', thar I
seed still waters, clear as crystal, dotted here and yan, and