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
Quick and puzzling were the questions with which our hostess plied us,
on all things relating to the “old settlements,” as she already styled
the sea-board;—for the language and habits of the “far west,” are still
strangely preserved in these mid-land wildernesses, over which the
genius of civilization has bounded, to wave his omnipotent wand over the
regions of the setting sun, like the last of the mammoths when he
disappeared from the banded hunters of the olden time.
For a while, something like the liveliness of earlier days, stole over
the features of the querist, which were fast settling into the habitual
gloom, that gives character to the physiognomy of the recluse and the
blind. But whatever direction might be given to the discourse, in a few
moments it was sure to centre in Connecticut; until, evasion proving
impracticable, we were compelled, reluctantly, to confess that our
travels had never extended northward or eastward of the Housatonic—the
American Tweed.—A deep sigh succeeded this announcement, and our
hostess drew back her chair within the shadow of—what shall I call
it?—_jams_, properly so styled, the fire-place had none! Its sides were
formed of short, projecting logs, about three feet in length, piled, one
above another, interlocking, by deep notches, with those which formed
the walls of the building, at one end, and at the other, secured by
short cross-sections of a smaller tree, similarly notched, set
thwartwise between their projecting extremities, and bolted with strong
wooden pips. This structure supported the ample chimney, which was
constructed in like manner, and shared with it the usual protection
against fire, a thick internal coat of clay, admixed with a very little
lime. These chimney sides formed deep recesses on either hand, in one of
which, the cup-board was accommodated, while the other was graced by the
dining-table.
Near to one of these shaded recesses, our hostess drew her chair, and
left the conversation, for a long time, to her husband.
He inquired, with an interest, seemingly as intense as a statesman, into
the politics of the East, with the tenor of which he had contrived to
keep pace astonishingly, when his isolated position is considered. I was
curious to know how he managed to obtain such accurate information as to
men and measures at the seat of government, in the midst of so many
obstacles and such untiring agricultural efforts as his rapid
improvements must have demanded. His reply furnished a melancholy proof
of the natural disputatiousness of our species, while it illustrated the
pertinacity with which a mind, once awakened to party feelings, will
cling to its old friendships and antipathies when all interests in the
result have ceased.
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