The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
The means of communication between Hillsdale and the commercial
capital were very different in those days from the present. Instead
of the fine steamboats and railroad cars, which now connect the
two places, the mode of travelling was by sailing vessels and stage
coaches. The latter were the surer--but not the more popular. In the
wintry months, when the navigation of the river was unimpeded by ice,
the condition of the roads was such that, in spite of the dreariness
of water transit, at that season, the packets were able to maintain
a fair rivalship with the coaches, while, in the summer, the latter
stood but little chance in the competition, but were almost entirely
deserted. To this result the comfortable cabins of the coasters,
designed for passengers (spacious and satisfactory for those times,
however the refined effeminacy of the present generation might sneer
at them), and the good fare they furnished, not a little contributed.
The Calypso was one of the finest of the line of packets to which she
belonged, and provided with every convenience that could be desired.
She was a sloop of some ninety or one hundred tons, with a tall mast,
that, to the timid eye of a landsman, seemed fitter for a vessel of
twice her size, and when her enormous mainsail was raised and usual
sail set, she looked more like one of those birds whose wings bear
such a disproportion to the body, that in the contemplation we forget
to what they are attached, than like a safe and sea-worthy craft. But
the shipwright who laid her keel and shaped her ribs, knew what he was
about, and the Calypso was as staunch and stiff as she was handsome.
Her cabin extended full one-half the length of the vessel, and by
means of a raised quarter deck, was conveniently high between joints,
so that even the tallest man ran no risk of striking his head. True,
it was not embellished with gilding, and mahogany, and satinwood, but
the paint was virgin white, the state-rooms commodious, the berths
wide, and the bedding and linen scrupulously clean. Captain Standish
prided himself upon the comfort and propriety of his craft, and the
good reputation he enjoyed and deserved. The length of the passage
varied according to the state of the winds and tides. It might, under
the most favorable circumstances, be made in less than twenty-four
hours, and it might last a week. It was at a period of the world's
existence, before steam and electricity had imparted a feverish
impatience to the community, and men did not hurry as if they had not
time enough to live.
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