Wild Western Scenes: A Narrative of Adventures in the Western Wilderness, Wherein the Exploits of Daniel Boone, the Great American Pioneer are Particularly DescribedJones, J. B. (John Beauchamp)
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Wild Western Scenes: A Narrative of Adventures in the Western Wilderness, Wherein the Exploits of Daniel Boone, the Great American Pioneer are Particularly Described
Jones, J. B. (John Beauchamp)
Boone, Daniel, 1734-1820 -- Fiction; Western stories; Wilderness areas -- Fiction
“Thus my time was spent for twelve months, when I suddenly conceived
the resolution to seek a union with the ill-fated Laura,
notwithstanding all the obloquy the world might attach to the act. I
still loved her in spite of myself. I could not live in peace without
her, and I determined without delay to offer her my hand, heart, and
fortune. I set out for Boston, and on my arrival instantly proceeded to
the residence of Judge ____. Again my evil star was in the ascendant.
Desolation and death presided in Judge ____’s family. The ominous badge
of mourning greeted me at the threshold; Laura’s mother had just been
consigned, broken-hearted, to the cold grave. The venerable Judge bowed
his hoary head to the blows that Providence inflicted. He could not
speak to me. His reply to my offer in relation to his child was only a
flood of tears. He then retreated into his library and locked the door.
An aged domestic told me all. Laura had abandoned her parental roof,
and voluntarily entered one of those sinks of pollution that so much
degrade human nature! I stood upon an awful abyss. The whirlpools of
deceit, ingratitude, indifference, and calumny, howled around me, and
the dark floods of sensual corruption roared below. Turn whithersoever
I might (alas, I thought not of heaven!) gloom, discord, and misery
seemed to be my portion.
“I hurried back to Philadelphia, and strove to mitigate my grief in the
vortex of unrestrained dissipation. I lavished my gold on undeserving
and unthankful objects. I cared not for life, much less for fortune. I
was the victim of a frenzy that rendered me reckless, and bereft me of
calm meditation. My frantic laughter was heard at the gaming-table, and
my plaudits were boisterous at the theatre, but I was a stranger to
enjoyment. There was no pleasure for me. My brawling companions swore I
was the happiest and noblest being on earth. But I knew too well there
was not a more miserable fiend in hell.
“At length disease fortunately arrested my demoniac career before my
wealth was expended. It was my good fortune to secure the services of a
distinguished and skillful physician. He was a benevolent and
universally esteemed _Quaker_. His attention was not only constant, but
soothing and parental. His earnest and tender tones often made me weep.
When I recovered, I resolved to amend my life. This _friend_ had
applied a healing balm to my aching heart. I determined to prosecute my
profession, and before a year elapsed my exertions began to be crowned
with success.
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