Pumpkin cradle
I sup this same evening with a family of Germans, who have been settled here forty years, and scarcely know a word of English yet. A fat, phlegmatic-looking baby is peacefully reposing in a cradle, which is simply half a monster pumpkin scooped out and dried; it is the most intensely rustic cradle in the world. Surely, this youngster's head ought to be level on agricultural affairs, when he grows up, if anybody's ought.
Posted in stevens blog by Thomas Stevens on Thursday 17th Jul 1884 (20:00 +0000) | Add a comment | Permalink