Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 2, August 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 2, August 1849
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Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
shores, the wild-cat ran at will, guided only by the impulses of its
savage nature, and the graceful deer proudly reared its antlered head,
and bounded away, the undisturbed inhabitant of the mighty wilderness.
To him who, tired with the bondage of the old world, sought refuge in
the new, these were glowing emblems of that liberty he so earnestly
longed for. He hailed the land spread out before him, in all the
magnificence of nature, as that which would realize his most chimerical
ideas of happiness. Imagination added to its charms, and converted what
was truly wild and beautiful into a paradise. The toils and dangers of
the frontier life vanished away; and with a buoyant heart the wanderer
adopted the unknown soil, alike ignorant and unmindful of the ills that
would cluster around his future path. When want shall have been
encountered in every form, sickness endured, famine driven from the
door, and “hope, the star that leads the weary on,” delusive hope, shall
whisper of bliss to come, he is destined to find in the savage tribes of
the country, enemies more formidable than the evils of his condition.
Hard fate! to survive the strife of the elements, to escape pestilence
and danger only to perish by a relentless _human_ foe.
The settlement of York had enjoyed several years of prosperity, the
effects of which were perceptible in a considerable degree of neatness
and comfort about its dwellings. This appearance of thrift made it a
surer mark for destruction. In January, 1692, a band of Abenakis and
French burst upon this defenseless village, “offering its inhabitants
captivity or death.” A terrible storm had just covered the earth with
snow, to a depth which would have proved a barrier to any but these
intrepid barbarians. They had walked on snow-shoes, the long distance
from the basin of the St. John’s, the difficulties of the way only
serving to increase their insatiable thirst for bloodshed. It was a
serene winter’s evening, when the Abenaki braves surrounded their
council-fire, a few miles from the doomed village, to determine upon
their mode of assault. The purity of nature in these snowy solitudes
strangely contrasted with the sanguinary deeds plotted there. She
witnesses in silence the offences of her children. She beholds the
members of the great brotherhood of man rise up and destroy each other,
yet thunders no warning to the victim, nor hurls the fire of heaven upon
the destroyer.
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