CHAPTER IV
A BAD BEGINNING
Mr. Jonas Gerrish, or familiarly, just plain Gerrish, was the United
States Mail, the Express, the Freight Line and the rapid transit system
for Brook Farm. He made two trips daily between the Hive and Scollay's
Square, covering the distance, six miles, in about an hour and a half,
going out of his way to accommodate his patrons, as occasion required.
We found Gerrish waiting at the depot when we arrived in Boston,
half-an-hour late. He was a little impatient, as he said there was snow
coming and he feared delay in getting back to the city. Gerrish was apt
to be impatient, but that was all on the surface as he was really very
kind-hearted and obliging. The snow began to fall before we were beyond
the streets, and we reached our destination in the midst of a driving
storm.
Father decided to return at once with Gerrish, having business in Boston
which might go amiss if he should be storm-stayed in West Roxbury. His
apprehensions were only too well founded, the Brook Farm community being
snowbound in the Hive during the next three days.
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