“Yes!” Slade answered. He considered that he had achieved one major
point in teaching her about the Lord.
“Now, we need to look at those gifts!” He struggled to stand alone, but Ellen
hurried to help him.
“I think you just need to tell me where those gifts
are. I can get them. I promise I won’t try to figure out what they
are.”
Ruefully, considering his aching leg and ribs, Slade
said, “They’re in the bottom of the closet.
Hmph!” He stopped to grunt with effort as he sat back down. “The top shelf of the closet in the back… you
know about that! And now you know about
the bottom of the closet! I’ll never be
able hide anything from you again.”
Ellen laughed as she hurried and dug on the floor in
the back of the closet.
“How did you get these out and then back in with
broken ribs and a probably-broken leg?”
She wanted to know.
“It wasn’t easy,” Slade told her. “You notice my leg isn’t working very well
today? Enough said.”
Ellen put his gifts on the table in front of him and
hurried to the shelf to get hers. She
placed them in front of her chair.
“Who’s first?” she asked, nearly wiggling in
excitement.
“I’ll solve that question.” And Slade pushed one of her gifts across the
table. It was flat on the bottom and had
a lump on top.
Ellen squealed and pulled the string that secured
the cloth wrapping the contents. Inside
were a bag and a flat board. When she
pulled the board free, it was covered with small black and white squares inside
a red border.
“A checkerboard!” she exclaimed. “And these must be—Checkers!” She
pulled the drawstring at the top of the pouch and dumped out a pile of red and
black checkers all carefully carved with a little crown on the top of each
one. “How wonderful! Now we can play checkers while you have to
stay of your leg!!
“My gifts aren’t so exciting. Here do this one first.” She handed him the small thin package.
Slade pulled the red ribbon loose on the gift. When he pulled apart the brown wrapping he
found the long red muffler.
“You noticed how thin my old one was, didn’t you!”
he exclaimed. “When did you find time to
make this?!” He wrapped the muffler once
around his neck and let the long ends dangle in front of him.
“You’ve slept a lot,” She told him. “I had plenty of time!”
“Okay now, your other one!” He handed her the larger oddly shaped
package. “It was hard to wrap. Sorry it
isn’t as neat as yours.”
Ellen looked at the intensity in his eyes as she
took the gift. Evidently it meant
something special to him. She held it
carefully as the pieces inside seemed loose.
Afraid she might drop something important she laid the bulky package on
the table and pulled the folds of cloth free. Three figures fell out.
“Oh! Oh! They are beautiful!” Tears filled her eyes as she righted the
figures of her drooping self on Roja, huddled and cold, then the pack horse,
with its hanging head and tucked tail.
Finally there was the figure of Fetcher bouncing around barking. She laughed out loud. “How can I hear him barking?” She exclaimed.
“These are the most fantastic gift I’ve ever gotten!
You have such a talent for carving. I
can tell exactly who they are! Poor pack
horse! She was so brave! And Roja found your horses and the warm barn
for me!” She jumped up from her seat and
rushed around the table to give him a hard hug.
Slade was so surprised that it took him a second to
twist in his chair and return the hug with enthusiasm. Still holding his shoulders, Ellen leaned
back and looked into his eyes.
“How did I ever find you? You are such a wonderful man!” She leaned her forehead against his for an
instant then released him to run back to her chair.
“I have another gift for you but it isn’t nearly as
amazing as these you made.” She held out
her second gift. “I don’t have such a
talent as you do, but maybe you will like it.”
Slade pulled apart the wrapping of flour sack and
lifted the shirt. “A new shirt! Did you make this? It looks like it came from a store
someplace! You may not be able to carve,
but you can certainly sew! I’ll bet it
even fits!” He pulled his shirt free
from his pants and unbuttoned it. Within
seconds he had his old shirt off and the new one on.
It fit perfectly across the shoulders and in the arms. Even Ellen could hardly believe how good it looked on him. Every part of it! The collar folded smoothly and stood up perfectly when he left the band button free and fastened the others. The pockets were perfectly placed. The sleeves were a good length and left just the right amount of freedom when they buttoned at the wrist. The band down the front for the button holes was straight and the buttons lined up properly. Slade stood up and tucked the long tails in his waist band.
It fit perfectly across the shoulders and in the arms. Even Ellen could hardly believe how good it looked on him. Every part of it! The collar folded smoothly and stood up perfectly when he left the band button free and fastened the others. The pockets were perfectly placed. The sleeves were a good length and left just the right amount of freedom when they buttoned at the wrist. The band down the front for the button holes was straight and the buttons lined up properly. Slade stood up and tucked the long tails in his waist band.
“You even made it longer!” He said. “Now I won’t worry about a cold draft at my
waist.” Ellen had noticed before how his
shirts refused to stay tucked snuggly in his pants.
He shook his head.
“How did you do this? And
when?!”
“I did it while you went after the cattle the day
you got stomped. Then I finished the buttons and the scarf while you slept the
days away.” She smiled at him, proud of
herself.
“Well, I would say we have had a marvelous
Christmas.” Slade said. “And I can smell our dinner cooking over
there! I can’t wait!”
“Now who is acting like a ten year-old. Only with you, it’s food!” She set the carved figures to the side and
laid out her checker board.
“You’ll have to wait a while though. It won’t be done for quite a bit. Now, red
or black?”
They whiled away the afternoon playing checkers while
the roast steamed quietly in the coals on the side of the fire.
WHEN SLADE was so hungry he could wait no longer he
began pestering Ellen to have dinner.
She laughed at him and finally agreed.
The Dutch oven was pulled out of the fire and swept free of ashes. Ellen set it in the center of the table and
brought a large platter.
“We have to let it sit here and rest a bit now. Keep your greedy fingers off the lid! You will make it tough!
“I’ll make our dumplings while it is resting.”
So while Slade complained of starvation, Ellen put
the stewed apples back on the stove building up a nice hot fire under
them. Then she mixed her dough for
dumplings and when the apples were boiling briskly she added a bit more sugar
and a dash of salt. Then she began dropping the little spoonfuls of dumpling
into the hot kettle. It took about
fifteen minutes.
She left the dumplings on the stove and gave Slade
the plates and eating utensils to arrange on the table while she removed the
roast from the Dutch oven and placed it on the platter. Then she scooped out the onions and turnips
to arrange around and over the roast. She poured the juices from the pan into a
large cup and put the Dutch oven on the cupboard counter. The biscuits came out of their wrapping in
the cupboard and went beside the roast while Slade poured their coffee.
“And,” Ellen announced, “There is Christmas dinner!”
Slade clapped in appreciation. “Finally!”
He stretched his hand across the table for
grace. Ellen put her hand in his and
then extended her other hand out toward him.
He took it and they sat for a minute looking across the table.
Then Slade spoke, “Last summer my life was filled
with hard work and loneliness. And now
look at it! Christmas!”
He bowed his head. “Our dear Father God in Heaven,
what wonderful blessings you have given us.
I thank you for company in this empty house and the shelter from life’s
storms. I thank you for bringing Ellie
safely to my barn yard and allowing her to be here safe from the horrors she
has passed through. And I thank you for
her strength when I was helpless. Thank
you Lord, that she came looking for me and brought me safely home. You’ve blessed us. Lord.
“And Father
God, I thank you for this appetizing
meal. I don’t know how she did it, but
it certainly looks and smells good!
“Thank you Lord for all of your blessings. Amen”
“Amen.” Ellen
echoed. And as he released her hand she
handed him the big carving knife to slice the roast.
They ate the simple meal enjoying the company as
much as the food. Slade’s heart
overflowed with the sight and the sound of her.
Ellen seemed to bloom under his fond gaze and gratifying words. Long after they had both eaten their fill
they lingered talking of small things, hesitant to break the bond of closeness.
THEN FETCHER came barking at the door. When Ellen looked up she realized it was getting
dark quickly. Fetcher was calling her to
the barn!
“I’ll clean this up.” Slade said. “You go ahead to the barn. I can lean on the
table and the cupboard if you will only get me hot water.”
Ellen quickly scooped hot water for him and put her
work skirt on over her pretty dress. She
tucked the skirt up high under the waist band of the skirt. It looked foolish,
but it kept the dress clean. In minutes
she was heading to the barn. As she
walked across the yard it became evident that the darkness was partly the fault
of heavy clouds dropping a thick layer of fat snowflakes.
In the barn she picked up the pan she used to call
the animals and put a bit of corn in the bottom. Going to the back door she whistled loudly
and shook the pan, rattling the corn in the bottom. Roja had learned to come to the whistles and
rattle when she was a baby. The others
had quickly picked up the response
In seconds she heard the thundering pound of horses’
hooves coming up from the lower field.
She stepped aside and let them go to their respective stalls. She waited for Sarah and the calf. By the time she had the horses settled they
should be coming in the door. Ellen gave
each horse a handful of corn as a reward for their prompt arrival and looked
out the door for Sarah.
Slade scraped the dishes clean into Fetcher’s pan. He reached a long arm across for the soap and
stretched a little further for the dish cloth and a couple towels. He poured a little of the warm water in a pan
and began washing the dishes with a soapy cloth. He rinsed each dish by pouring clear water
over them from a cup, then stood them on a towel beside the washpan. When all the dishes and silver ware were
clean he dried everything and leaned backwards to stack them on the
cupboard.
The dumpling bowl he simply laid a plate over and
left it sit. The turnips and onions were
nearly all gone, except for a few pieces.
Those went in Fetcher’s pan. He transferred the remaining roast to a
clean bowl and scraped the platter clean before washing it.
When everything was clean except the Dutch oven,
Slade washed the table then poured the water into it and scrubbed it clean, too,
before pouring the water into the bucket for waste water that sat by Fetcher’s
dish.
He sat for a little while and decided to stand up to
put the dishes away. The table and chair
served to support him as he contrived to put everything away and tidy the area.
Ellen had been gone a little longer than he expected
and he began to worry a bit about her.
From the table to the chair to the big arm chair, he
made his way to the door and looked out.
The snow was coming down so hard that he could hardly see the shape of
the barn. He closed the door and went back to the big chair. He laid his head back for few minutes and the
next thing he knew he was waking up with a vague feeling that more than a few
minutes had passed.
Slade struggled to his feet and again went to peer
out the door. The snow continued to fall
and there was no sign of Ellen. There
was a smooth expanse where her feet had left a small impression in the snow on
her trip to the barn. He returned to the
chair and then thought better of it.
Instead he sat down on the harder and higher kitchen chair. He sat and thought a while then stood again. Still using the furniture to support himself
he moved to the stove and picked up the nearly empty coffee pot. He poured the dregs in the end of the
fireplace and bumped the grounds off on the fire. A little scoop of from the
hot tank rinsed the clinging bits of grounds.
Slade proceeded to get ready for a pot of coffee and
then put the enameled bowl of dumplings on the end of the stove to heat
slowly.
In spite of the intensifying pain in his leg, he
continued to make his way from table to chair to door and back again. The water in the coffee pot boiled and he
added the ground coffee to it. He
thought how cold Ellen would be when she did come back so he put the two iron
skillets on the stove to heat. The fire in the fireplace was burning down so he
hobbled to the wood box and threw several pieces across to the fireplace. He staggered to the fireplace and added the
wood to the fire. Then he opened the
door again to peer into the darkness.
Finally the leg simply wouldn’t support him any more
and he was forced to sit down. By this
time he had begun to get exceedingly worried.
The milking and other work in the barn should have been finished long
ago. He couldn’t conceive of what was taking so long. Visions of falls from the hay loft or some
other accident began to circle through his head. When the thoughts became darker and darker he
dropped his head in prayer.
When he raised it, he could hear Fetcher barking in
the distance. Again he stood and
struggled to the door. Nothing was to be
seen. He returned to the chair. It wasn’t much longer then until he heard the
sound of stomping on the porch.
As quickly as he could he pulled himself up and made
his painful way to the door. He pulled
it open and found Ellen leaning against the wall, kicking the snow from her
boots. When she saw him she stopped and
flung her arms around him. With no
thought about his leg, Slade stood firmly and caught her in a hard embrace.
“Eli! Why are
you standing here? Come back
inside!” She tried to put her shoulder
under his arm to support him back inside.
He could feel how cold she was even through her coat and gloved
hands. In a series of swift moves, he
pulled her scarf free and threw it on a peg, he pulled the coat off and it went
on the same peg. Then he wrapped her in
his arms again. He pulled her head
against his chest and whispered her name in her hair. He kissed the top of her head and repeated
her name over and over in her ears.
“Where have you been, Ellie? Where have you been? I was frantic. And I couldn’t do one thing to help you! Don’t ever do that again!”
Ellen pulled back slightly and looked up into his
face. “I’m so sorry! Eli! You have a very stupid cow!” She put a hand on either side of his face and
kissed his chin, which was as tall as she could stretch. “Come on.
Sit down.”
Together they made their way to the table, Eli
trying to help her and Ellen trying to help him. With one more kiss to the top of her head,
Slade lowered himself into the chair. Ellen started back for the milk.
“Leave it,” Slade told her. “It’s cold enough that it’ll be fine there and
if something comes to drink it, we have gallons in the spring tank. Come, get warm.” He tried to stand up to help her sit but his
leg simply wouldn’t hold him, instead he motioned toward the stove. “I made fresh coffee and heated the
dumplings. I thought you would need
something warm when you came in.”
Ellen started to sit down across the table but he
motioned for her to sit in front of the fire.
“No,” Ellen said, “I’d rather sit close to you.”
“You need to be closer to the heat.” Slade told her. “Take your coffee and dumplings over
there.” He tried again to stand.
Ellen caught him before he fell.
All right; we’ll sit over there.” She pulled his arm
across her shoulders. He had used his
leg so much that it was nearly as useless at that moment as it had been the day
he had hurt it. Ellen lowered him into the arm chair.
She stood by the fire and pulled her work skirt off
and hung it by the fire. She kicked her
boots off in a heap by the wall and held her cold feet out to the fire for a
moment before she went to the stove to bring across the coffee and dumplings. She placed them on a chair beside the two big
ones. She brought coffee cups with the
milk and sugar to the chair too.
Before sitting down, Ellen pulled her arm chair
closer to the fire and closer to Slade’s chair.
Then she sat down. She filled the
coffee cups and handed him one. She tried to give him some dumplings but he
refused them. His leg was hurting so badly
that he felt as though they would make him sick.
Ellen pulled her chair closer to the fire and sat
down. The warm dumplings and hot coffee
warmed her inside as the cheerful fire warmed her cold feet and shoulders.
“Where were you?”
Slade asked again. “I was
frantic! And there was nothing I could do!”
“You have one stupid cow.” Ellen told him again. “The horses came when I called them but Sarah
and her calf didn’t. And they didn’t come.
And they didn’t come!
“I sent Fetcher to find her, but he came back
barking and spinning around. Evidently
Sarah wouldn’t come. So…I saddled Roja
and followed him into the snow. We found
Sarah all right. She was hiding in the
shelter of that big upthrust of rock out to the south east.
“And she wasn’t about to leave! Fetcher nipped her heels and I whapped her
with the rope. Roja finally crowded her
out from behind the rocks and the calf followed. He is smarter than she is. He started for that warm barn as soon as his
mama was out from behind the rock. She
was a little more cooperative when the calf started but still had to be crowded
and smacked to keep her moving. A couple
times she still tried to turn around and go back!
“We got her about half way or a little farther to
the barn and suddenly she realized where we were going! And took off like someone lit a fire under
her tail!
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