The story of a summer : $b or, Journal leaves from ChappaquaCleveland, Cecilia Pauline
General
The story of a summer : $b or, Journal leaves from Chappaqua
Cleveland, Cecilia Pauline
Chappaqua (N.Y.); Greeley family
"At the close of the second day, the eight miles were accomplished, and
we reached father's property. He had bought with the land a rough
little log-house, or rather hut, as it had but one room, and in this we
were to live until he could build a better one. At the sight of her
dreary home, mother's heart fairly sunk, and I shall never forget her
tears."
Mamma paused for a moment; then steadying her voice, said:
"I am prouder than ever of my mother when I think how nobly she bore
the separation from her darling son, and her exile from her family,
and, you may almost say, from civilization. She could not, at first,
it is true, restrain her tears, but from that moment never a murmur of
complaint crossed her brave lips, and we children never dreamed, till
years later, how keenly she felt the sacrifice that she had been
compelled to make."
"But were you really so far out of the world, Aunt Esther?" inquired
Ida. "Did you have no neighbors at all? We had two uncles there, I
thought. Surely they must have been some society for grandmamma?"
"I do not believe," mamma replied, "that any other spot upon the globe,
not even Robinson Crusoe's island, could now seem so desolate and shut
off from all communication as our home in the woods did then. You must
remember that there were no railways in 1826, which fact made us still
more remote from the rest of the world. Now, with the railways
spreading in every direction over our vast Republic, you can scarcely
imagine what it was to live with an almost impenetrable forest between
yourself and your nearest neighbor. Uncle Benjamin occupied what was
called the 'next lot,' and had the ground been cleared, the distance
from us would still have been three-quarters of a mile; but when the
distance was increased three-fold by the darkness of the forest, and
there was in addition every probability of meeting a bear or two on the
way, you can imagine that being neighborly was scarcely practicable."
"Bears!" exclaimed Gabrielle, her eyes sparkling with excitement; "how
lovely! Darling auntie, do tell us more about them. It must have been
like one of Captain Mayne Reid's stories, to live in that delightful
Pennsylvania!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account