School-Days in 1800 by Lucy Ellen Guernsey

IT was a good many days before I recovered my spirits after the shock which poor Bose's death had given me.

I suppose I was an odd child. I remember hearing father say that with nine children out of ten one could tell pretty well what they would do, but I was the tenth, of whom there was no saying how I would take anything. The truth was I had got a great shock which threatened seriously to affect my health. I moped about and could not eat, and every little thing made the cry, which was very uncommon with me. I could not bear to see a dog, and I hated the very sight of good, kind-hearted John Schneider, who had killed Bose. He was one of the Hessian soldiers employed by the English government, and at the conclusion of the war, instead of returning home, he concluded to remain in this country, bought a little piece of land, and settled down to earn his living by farming and shoe-making.