The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

human effort succeeded in pulling the coach from a hole,
where one side was sunk in mire to the windows, the drivON THE WAY TO "OLE VIRGINNY.
As we pulled through the mud, it plashed through the broken windows, and came in at
the sides.
ers' jargon betrayed rapturous admiration of their steaming
mules. But all the while their language might have been
Choctaw, and not have been more unfamiliar to our ears.
As we pulled through the mud, it plashed through the
broken windows, and came in at the sides, wetting the feet
of those who were not wrapped in the noisome buffalo
robes.
Suddenly the forward wheels would make a plunge
into a slough, throwing the passengers in a heap on the
front seats, and making sad havoc of hats and bonnets.
Women scrambled frantically out of the arms of men, into
which they had been tossed nolens volenr - and men begged
pardon, as they tumbled on the necks and bumped into the
faces of women whom they had never seen before. Then
the clarion voice of the black driver would ring out like a
bugle, his incomprehensible patois resounding with courage,
energy, and persuasion, which were accentuated by the
sharp crack of a long whip. The stimulated mules would
plunge, pull, snort, their muscles tense, nostrils distended,