The cabin on the prairiePearson, C. H. (Charles Henry)
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The cabin on the prairie
Pearson, C. H. (Charles Henry)
Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Juvenile fiction
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THE CABIN ON THE PRAIRIE
by
DR. C. H. PEARSON
Author of "Scenes in the West," Etc.
ILLUSTRATED
[Illustration: CAPTURE OF THE FAWN. Page 20]
Boston:
Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by
Lee And Shepard,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court
of the District of Massachusetts.
TO
MY SISTER,
WHOSE SPIRIT HAS JUST GONE FROM PRAIRIE-LIFE
TO THE HILLS OF PARADISE,
I INSCRIBE THIS BOOK.
C. H. PEARSON.
A FRONTIER PROPHET.
INTRODUCTORY.
"If you stay here long, you will become so Westernized that you will
lose all love for New England. That's my experience." So said a brawny
pioneer, a man of large mind, and generous heart, and a sledge-hammer
fist that never struck a coward's blow; but when swung in defence of
the right was like "the jaw-bone" of Samson to the Philistines. He had
emigrated from Maine twenty years before, and was one of the first
settlers I met on the prairie near the scene of my story. Was his
prediction fulfilled? Ah, how like sweetest music sounded the bells of
Salem (city of peace) the first Sunday of my return to the Old Bay
State! Besides, the frontiersman misrepresented himself. For, seated
by his ample clay-stick-and-stone fireplace, how his eye kindled, and
tones mellowed, as he treated us to reminiscences of his early days!
And what a grip he gave the hand of a freshly-arrived Yankee!
Then there were those east who said, "You will soon tire of the West."
They, also, were mistaken. An invalid, with shadowy form and trembling
limbs, when I left New England, I awakened to a new life in Minnesota.
"Take a gun on your shoulders, kill and eat the wild game of the
prairies," said my medical friends. I anticipated vicissitude and
deprivation in following such counsel; but these toughened my weak
frame, and added zest to frontier labors and pleasures; for I was soon
able to do a man's share of the former, and in threading forest and
prairie I was brought into delightful nearness to nature in its
beauty, freshness, and magnitude, and in visiting the lodge of the
Indian and the cabins of the settlers I met with plenty of adventure.
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