Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel LeechLeech, Samuel
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Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel Leech
Leech, Samuel
Adventure and adventurers; Leech, Samuel, 1798-1848; Sailors; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Personal narratives
Notwithstanding the earnestness of my mother’s spirit, breathed out
so ardently for my return in this letter, I dared not risk myself on
British soil. Her expression of sorrow, if bad consequences should
ensue, had its weight in determining me to remain; but a conversation
with the celebrated Lorenzo Dow, who had recently returned from his
English tour, settled the question. He said he had seen four men
hung, who, like me, had been in the service of some other country,
after deserting from their own. This was quite sufficient; for, much
as I longed to visit the homes of my childhood, I had no disposition
to do it with a gallows suspended over my head. I therefore wrote
my mother, that, not having a regular discharge from the navy, it
would be best for me to continue where I was; but I begged them to
seriously think of emigrating themselves; since my father-in-law,
being an excellent carpenter, could do well in New England. Alas! it
was not for him ever to consider of this proposition; for, when my
letter arrived, they were performing the sad obsequies of death over
his breathless corpse. A prevailing fever had terminated a life of
fifty-seven years, after a sickness of two weeks. My mother, now a
widow the second time, after twelve years of pleasant union with her
last husband, thought it unfitting, at her time of life, to venture
across the ocean; and therefore all my plans for collecting my
relatives on American soil, were blasted in the bud.
Perhaps, after following me through the changes of my life at sea,
the reader may feel a little interest in knowing how I succeeded
as landsman. He has seen me escaping the breakers that met me on
my first approach to the shore; and now, if his patience be not
entirely exhausted, he may pursue my fortunes a little further.
He left me, when my episode about home led him away from the
thread of the narrative, busily at work as a filer of steel-yards,
at Mansfield, Conn. From thence, I returned to Ashford, where I
continued a year or two. At last, doubting the stability of my
employer, and fearing lest what he owed me might be lost, I took up
the whole in the shape of a wagon and a stock of steel-yards; then,
purchasing a horse, I travelled from place to place to sell them; and
in this manner got into a business which I have followed more or less
ever since. After acquiring, by economy and diligence, a few hundred
dollars, I opened a small store in Mansfield, with the intention of
leading a still more settled life; though about that time my mind was
strongly exercised with a desire to devote myself to the religious
benefit of seamen. My sense of unfitness for so great a work, at last
prevailed; and I proceeded with my plans of worldly business.
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