The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 5, November 1837Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 5, November 1837
Various
Periodicals
This isolated family had innocence and contentment in full
possession, and independence prospectively within reach. The
disturber, known in the west by the name of 'long green' and 'blue
ruin,' in Pennsylvania, 'old rye' and 'cider royal,' and by the
Indians appropriately named 'fire-water,' and more emphatically
'fool-water,' was happily beyond their reach. The only race-path
known in this new settlement was that on which the husband and wife
contended for the prize of domestic comfort. In this, the fabrication
of jeans by one party, and the dressing of buck-skins by the other,
furnished profitable amusement. The only visit made by the daring
woodsman to the settlements secured him the patriarch of a flock,
and a few meek companions, from the fleeces of which 'the winter of
his discontent' was made comfortable. In their retreat, the Joplin
family were in a fair way to make their circumstances easy, by such
skill as is usually acquired in frontier experience, when a hard
winter, attended with much variable weather, set in earlier than
was anticipated. The woodsman had exerted himself violently in the
chase, to secure his supply of 'bear bacon,' while the Indian Summer
lasted. To this cause he attributed the 'dumb ague,' that laid him up
when the first snow-storm commenced. With this disease he lingered
a few weeks. The only medicine within reach of the settlers was a
small parcel of walnut pills. Whether the bark of which these were
composed had been scraped up or down the tree, so as to fit it for an
emetic or a cathartic, does not appear; but no relief was afforded
by administering even 'a double dose,' and he grew weaker as much
with the repetition as by discontinuance of the remedy. When he could
no longer rise without assistance, or stand alone, the anxious and
confiding wife inquired, for the first time, how far it might be
to the residence of the nearest neighbor. When she was told it was
one hundred and sixty miles, it is uncertain which predominated in
her mind, hope or despair. She continued silently and thoughtfully
to minister to his wants, to the extent of her circumscribed means,
until, when, late at night, the wintry winds were rudely perforating
the openings around the cabin-door, and the house-dogs growled a
dignified response to the dismal howlings of the wolf, the hoarse
death-rattle in the throat of the sufferer was perceived. This added
consternation to alarm. To the earnest and almost unconscious inquiry
now uttered by the trembling wife, 'Shall I send for a doctor?' no
answer was given. Her husband had expired!
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