I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
The place where the scene of this story is laid, I have said was a lone
village; it had no communication with other places by means of boats,
although its water privileges were abundant; and between it and
neighbouring towns intervened an extent of country, consisting of
pine-barrens, where no settlements could exist, or at least any that
deserved the name. There were those, however, who dwelt amid its dreary
solitudes, and called it home. Scattered here and there upon an area of
ten to fifteen miles square, might be seen, sometimes alone and
sometimes in clusters of three or four, a few miserable dwellings, made
principally of logs. A door, and one window without glass, were the only
openings to these abodes; and a rude chimney running up against the
outside, formed a receptacle for the pine logs, which blazed often
through the long winter nights, the only light they could afford, as
well as almost their only protection from the searching cold.
Poverty and wretchedness generally make sad havoc with the human frame;
the haggard countenance, the dry and skinny hands, the stoop, the
feeble, tottering gait, we expect and look for, when visiting abodes
that betoken destitution. But miserable as was the appearance of these
dwellings, the aspect of their inhabitants was generally that of health
and sufficiency; their swarthy complexions, and fine athletic forms,
almost compelled the traveller through these lonely regions to believe
that he had alighted upon a tribe of those sons of the forest who once
called our country all their own.
The moral character of this people was in keeping with the aspect of
their dwellings. Having no regular religious instruction, seldom hearing
the voice of a living teacher, with scarce a Bible to be found within
their gloomy houses, they were but little in advance of the heathen as
to religious knowledge, and far too near allied to them in many of their
vicious habits.
They earned their daily bread by laboring amid the lofty and dense
forests, in levelling the majestic pines, cutting them into lengths
suitable for transportation, and conveying them to the outskirts of the
barrens: their hire was but a pittance when considered as a remuneration
for their toil, but it enabled them to live; it procured for them food,
coarse indeed, but enough to satisfy their appetite, and the plain and
simple clothing which necessity demanded, or to which perhaps their
taste aspired.
The owners of these forests lived at some distance, and employed an
agent to attend to all the various labors of preparing the timber and
conveying it to market.
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