Tucked some cookies into my pocket

PhotographerClarence White

CountryUnited States

MediumPhotogravure: Text

VolumeEben Holden

AtelierJohn Andrew & Son (Boston)

Year1903

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Animals, Dogs, Carts, wagons, Children, Genre, Illustration, Motherhood

Dimensions

Image Dimensions: 11.9 x 7.3 cm
Support Dimensions: Detail: 20.0 x 13.9 cm


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The following paragraphs with reference to the title have been taken from Eben Holden:

 

When we were about going she brought a little wagon out of the cellar that had been a plaything of her dead boy, and said I could have it. This wonderful wagon was just the thing for the journey we were making. When I held the little tongue in my hand I was half way to heaven already. It had four stout wheels and a beautiful red box. Her brother had sent it all the way from New York and it had stood so long in the cellar it was now much in need of repair. Uncle Eb took it to the tool shop in the stable and put it in ship shape order and made a little pair of thills to go in place of the tongue. Then he made a big flat collar and a back-pad out of the leather in old boot-legs, and rigged a pair of tugs out of two pieces of rope. Old Fred was quite cast down when he stood in harness between the shafts.

He had waited patiently to have his collar fitted; he had grinned and panted and wagged his tail with no suspicion of the serious and humiliating career he was entering upon. Now he stood with a sober face and his aspect was full of meditation.”You fightin’ hound!” said Uncle Eb, “I hope this’ll improve yer character.”

Fred tried to sit down when Uncle Eb tied a leading rope to his collar. When he heard the wheels rattle and felt the pull of the wagon he looked back at it and growled a little and started to run. Uncle Eb shouted ” whoa,” and held him back, and then the dog got down on his belly and trembled until we patted his head and gave him a kind word. He seemed to understand presently and came along with a steady stride. Our hostess met us at the gate and the look of her face when she bade us good-by and tucked some cookies into my pocket, has always lingered in my memory and put in me a mighty respect for all women. The sound of her voice, the tears, the waving of her handkerchief, as we went away, are among the things that have made me what I am.  (1.)

 

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1. Eben Holden: Chapter I: pp. 34-36

Tucked some cookies into my pocket