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22                                           Memories of a Long Life

and down, sit in a big chair, but we would put quilts and pillows to help her.  My niece, Mildred Mansfield she once was, was living with me.  I do not know how I would have done but the Lord was with us every day, nay, every hour.  I was bitten by a rattlesnake pilot.  When my helpless sister heard me call that I was snake-bitten, she got to the door and down the steps on a crutch to help kill it.  After I got the snake killed and put it so the people could see it, I went to the public road, to my mail box, and I did some hollering.  Sister Maggie said, “Sis Lou, you will alarm the neighborhood.”  I replied, “That is what I am trying to do.”  Little Raymond Leighton had gone for the doctor, but I did not stop.  I went again to the road, hollering.  Cousin John Harmon and his son, Obed, were out hunting and heard me; they came, and when I told them what had happened, he said, “Come, we will go back to the house, as the doctor has been gone after; I will go look for snake weed.”  Well, he had Obed to split wood and make a fire, and he had the weed boiling when the two doctors came, and they commenced to do something, and that fast.  Cousin John asked the doctor what about the snake weed, and he said, “Do all you can; let’s save her if we can.”  And Dr. Chapin did, and many deeds for which I hope he is now wearing a crown with many stars.  His son, Willie, is coming on; may his life be as true and faithful as the father’s that is gone, so that when the last call is made all the family will be united in their home in heaven.

 

            On the first of October, 1918, a letter came to me, saying on the back, “Deliver in haste; important.”  That was Monday; I had gone to my nephew Graham Johnson’s on Saturday, rather than spend Sunday alone, and did not get home until late.  I had got my night work over and prepared for bed when some one called me, saying he had a letter of importance for me.  I went to the door; it said come on the next mail, three down with influenza.  I did not get off till Wednesday.  As I went through Pittsboro several asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”  I said, “No, if I had got the word they had smallpox I would have gone.”  Before I got to the depot I met Dr. Farthing, who asked where I was going, and I told him where and what for.  He said, “I wish there were fifty women like you in this country.  We need them.  I went and was met by Prufert Johnson, who said he had met every train for they believed I would come.  I found Mollie had taken a relapse, Ernest and Margaret both in bed but doing right well.  I did the best I could.  Ham did the best he could, and tried to look out for my well-being and comfort.  Well, I did what little I could, and that was not much, but they all seemed glad I came.  Prufert, Ernest and Harvey, when I fixed to leave, all wanted to give me something, so they got me some