She and her younger sister Annie were allowed one April day, by their mother, to go into the woods just before school hours, to gather checkerberries.  Helen, finding the woods very pleasant, determined to spend the day in them, even though sure she would receive a whipping on her return home.  The sister could not be coaxed to do wrong, but a neighbor’s child, with the promise of seeing live snails with horns, was induced to accompany the truant.  They wandered from one forest to another, till hunger compelled them to seek food at a stranger’s home.  The kind farmer and his wife were going to a funeral, and wished to lock their house; but they took pity on the little ones, and gave them some bread and milk.  “There,” said the woman, “now, you just make yourselves comfortable, and eat all you can; and when you’re done, you push the bowls in among them lilac-bushes, and nobody’ll get ’em.”

Urged on by Helen, she and her companion wandered into the village, to ascertain where the funeral was to be held.  It was in the meeting-house, and thither they went, and seated themselves on the bier outside the door.  Becoming tired of this, they trudged on.  One of them lost her shoe in the mud, and stopping at a house to dry their stockings, they were captured by two Amherst professors, who had come over to Hadley to attend the funeral.  The children had walked four miles, and nearly the whole town, with the frightened mother, were in search of the runaways.  Helen, greatly displeased at being caught, jumped out of the carriage, but was soon retaken.  At ten o’clock at night they reached home, and the child walked in as rosy and smiling as possible, saying, “Oh, mother!  I’ve had a perfectly splendid time!”

A few days passed, and then her father sent for her to come into his study, and told her because she had not said she was sorry for running away, she must go into the garret, and wait till he came to see her.  Sullen at this punishment, she took a nail and began to bore holes in the plastering.  This so angered the professor, that he gave her a severe whipping, and kept her in the garret for a week.  It is questionable whether she was more penitent at the end of the week than she was at the beginning.

When Helen was twelve, both father and mother died, leaving her to the care of a grandfather.  She was soon placed in the school of the author, Rev. J.S.C.  Abbott, of New York, and here some of her happiest days were passed.  She grew to womanhood, frank, merry, impulsive, brilliant in conversation, and fond of society.

At twenty-one she was married to a young army officer, Captain, afterward Major, Edward B. Hunt, whom his friends called “Cupid” Hunt from his beauty and his curling hair.  He was a brother of Governor Hunt of New York, an engineer of high rank, and a man of fine scientific attainments.  They lived much of their time at West Point and Newport, and the young wife moved in a fashionable social circle, and won hosts of admiring friends.  Now and then, when he read a paper before some learned society, he was proud to take his vivacious and attractive wife with him.