extemporized; a stable, covered with long grass, to shelter a horse and
cow, was erected; and a hole was dug in the nearest slough, whence was
obtained a limited supply of dirty and impure water. These were the
comforts and accessories which welcomed the early emigrant. No running
brooks, no trees, no shade, no merry children frolicking to school, no
music of Church bells, no decorous and well dressed people, wending
their way to the edifice, where the organ's diapason and the solemn
chant, in memory, rose with their stately swell, no cheerful faces of
neighbors and friends, no kind voices to congratulate in good fortune
and console in bad, surrounded and cheered the saddened pilgrims. Soon,
fatigue, exposure, privations, bad water, unwholesome diet, repining and
discontent brought on the inevitable "ager." Doctors, calomel, quinine,
yellow and jaundiced faces, emaciated forms, broken spirits and general
misery followed.
Twenty years! Presto, what a change! Rip Van Winkle has awoke! Where
stood the lonely hovel, now stands the commodious and comfortable farm
house. Orchards, barns, granaries, flowers, luxuriant foliage, pure
water, broad fields of grain and grass, lowing herds, good roads,
schools, churches, neighbors, friends, cheerful and smiling faces,
happiness and contentment have replaced the former surroundings. The
poor and dejected emigrant is now the independent possessor of a domain
a prince might envy. The disconsolate and almost broken hearted mother
who, during long and weary days and nights, in solitude and loneliness,
watched and nursed her puny and sickly brood, is now the happy, comely
and dignified matron, whose children and grand-children are clustered
around her. The friends and kindred with whom she parted so sorrowfully
twenty years ago--those of them who are yet spared to earth--are again
her neighbors. With them she frequently exchanges visits--from fifty to
sixty hours only, at most, being necessary to bring them together. If
Old Rip had actually gone to sleep, twenty years ago upon the prairies,
upon awaking now, it is opined, his amazement would far exceed that
inspired by the neighborhood of the Catskills. Who will now complain of
the hardships incident to a removal from the most favored regions to a
country, already so far advanced in all that contributes to the comfort,
enjoyment and embellishment of life?
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