Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 1, January 1842Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 1, January 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“We have but poor accommodations to offer the gentlemen, John! but they
are welcome to what we have, such as they are. You are the first
strangers from the old settlements I have seen since we came to this
clearing! Were you ever in Connecticut?” Anxiety and hope were most
plainly depicted in the care-worn face of the speaker. I could not bear
to reply in the negative, and evaded the question by noticing the
children as we entered the house. Here, my companion was surprised at
the progress that had been made in four short years by the labor of a
settler of such slender means. Six decent chairs and a cherry-wood table
ornamented the apartment—a well-made dough-trough, with a wide and
smoothly planed top, served the purpose of a side-board—a large
cup-board, with curious, home-made wooden locks and hinges, occupied one
corner, and a rude settee contained, beneath the seat, a tool-chest and
a receptacle for table-linen. The ample fire-place, with its wooden
chimney, was festooned with strings of venison, hung up to smoke in
pieces, and the roughly plastered wall was ornamented with two rude
engravings, in _domestic_ frames—Adam and Eve driven from Paradise, and
the victory of Lake Erie. To these was added a printed copy of the
Declaration of Independence. A Bible stood open upon the table when we
entered, and a prayer-book, Young’s Night Thoughts, The Lady of the
Lake, and a few torn old numbers of a monthly magazine, adorned a shelf
above the fire. We missed the usual utensils of the cuisine, but these
we afterwards discovered in a more fitting place. The universal ticking
of the wooden clock was heard; but whence it came, we knew not, until
the hour for retiring. It stood upon the stairway.
Hanging his rifle and powder-flask on the wooden hooks, depending,
according to custom, from a beam, our host remarked that we were dusty
with travel.
“Tin is scarce with us here, gentlemen! and crockery is brittle,” said
he; “so if you wish to wash your hands and faces, and will pardon our
wild ways, follow me to the cellar, and you shall be accommodated!”
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