ng for herself and books for me--for even when things were at their worst, she always made me stick to the bit of schooling she managed to get for me.
'Never mind about anything else, Jesse,' she used to say to me, 'as long as we have meat and drink, and clothes to our back. You be a good boy and learn to read and write, and do sums. They're the keys of power and riches, and men's favours, I can see, if they're used right. I don't want you to be a working drudge all your life, to be shut up and made a prisoner of when you're no more use, like poor father, and you don't want it, Jesse, do ye, my boy?'
'No, Jane! I'd like to be something better,' I used to say, 'but how am I to do it?'
'You go on with your book, and learn your geography and history,' she said, holding my hand and looking up to the stars--it was always at night we used to have these talks. 'God will show us a way. But we must help ourselves and go away from this place.'
'Go away from England? Oh! Jane, how can you thi