On the frontier : $b or, Scenes in the West — John Shaqi
On the frontier : $b or, Scenes in the WestPearson, C. H. (Charles Henry)
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On the frontier : $b or, Scenes in the West
Pearson, C. H. (Charles Henry)
Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Juvenile fiction; Sunday school literature
The interior of the humble dwelling, and its occupants, I shall not
soon forget. What taste and neatness under the most discouraging
circumstances! What method and fertility of arrangement where all
was plain, and rough, and scant! It is on the frontier, where the
appliances of elegant housewifery are impossible, that woman's fertile
resources of tact and skill most strikingly appear—often making the
rude log-house and simple, home-made furniture wear an aspect of
comfort and taste not unfrequently wanting in homes of luxury.
The household consisted of the father, already introduced,—mother,
three daughters, and the young man who had called for my services.
"Mother is not well, and would like to see you a moment," remarked
one or the young ladies, showing me into an adjoining room, where
loving hands had spared no pains to fortify its pining inmate against
exposure, and soothe the anguish of suffering.
A bed, with its snowy counterpane and tasteful curtains, stood in a
corner of the apartment. On it reclined the dying mother, the emaciated
frame and hectic cheek marking her a victim of consumption.
"I am so glad to see you," said she, extending her hand. "It is a long
while since a minister of the gospel has entered our door; and yet I
regret you have been put to so much trouble and exposure in coming. God
will reward you! But I wish to speak with you about this marriage."
I learned from herself and husband that they were from New England, and
in this and subsequent conversations gathered quite a connected account
of their peculiar domestic and religious life.
Mr. Dearborn, like many other good men, at the period when, by
prophetic interpretation, the time of the end of the world was
proclaimed to be ascertained by Mr. Miller and others, became a
convert to that theory. Not that he had ever examined for himself, or
was competent to examine, the premises from which such a conclusion
was drawn, for he knew nothing of chronology, history, sacred or
profane, nor of the principles of Bible exegesis. Indeed, his stock of
information was never very extensive, but the lectures "sounded" well,
the mathematical calculations seemed to be figured up right, and the
fervor and confidence with which all were challenged, on pain of the
most fearful consequences, to accept the whole as truth, completely
captivated his feelings. His sincerity and conscientiousness none
doubted. All his worldly prospects and possessions were sacrificed on
the altar of his new belief; the little church with which he had walked
in fellowship, he left, "shaking off the dust of his feet against it,"
because the light he sought to shed on the benighted minds of pastor
and flock was not received; his children were taken from school, all
business matters settled; and he waited, without a doubt to cloud his
mind, for the fulfillment of his expectations at the time appointed.
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