by
Marietta Holley
My companion, Josiah, knew that my book was all finished and completed, and so one lovely day about half past four, P. M. in the afternoon, when he see me walk with a firm and even step up to the mantletry piece and take down my bottle of ink and my steel mounted pen, he says to me:“What are you goin’ to writin’ on now, Samantha?”Says I mildly, “I ..