Walter Harland eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about Walter Harland.
these words, youthful memories moistened her eyes and caused her voice to tremble, but she soon regained her composure, and continued:  “I was then young and full of hope, and the trials which I knew would fall to my lot gave me no anxiety.  The weather was bitter cold, during all that weary journey to our forest home in Canada.  We had been married less than a year when we left our friends in New Hampshire to seek a home in this new country.  The summer before my husband visited the place to purchase a lot of wild land, and build the log cabin which was to be our first shelter in the Canadian wilderness.  Much as he had told me, I had formed but a very imperfect idea of the appearance of the place, till after a ten days’ journey (by slow teams) through the deep snows which often impeded our way, we reached, near nightfall, the small log-hut which was to be our home.  I had ever thought I possessed a good share of fortitude and resolution, but at that time it was put to a severe test.  ’There Martha, is our home,’ said my husband, pointing to the rude pile of logs, which stood in a cleared space, barely large enough to secure its safety from falling trees, and beyond all was a dense forest of tall trees and thick underbrush and a fast falling shower of snow (at the time) added to the gloominess of the scene.  I gazed around me with sadness, almost with dismay and terror.  At length I found voice to say ‘can we live here.’  ’I have no doubt that we can live here, and be happy too,’ replied your grandfather in a hopeful voice, ’if it pleases God to grant us health and strength to meet and, I trust, overcome, the difficulties and hardships which are the inevitable lot of the early settlers in a new country.’  A man whom Mr. Adams had hired had gone before us that we might not find a fireless hearth upon our arrival; and the next day, after having become somewhat rested from the fatigues of our toilsome journey, and having arranged our small quantity of furniture with some attempt at order, I began to feel something akin to interest in our new home; but, to a person brought up as I had been, it was certainly a gloomy-looking spot; and I must own that I shed some tears for the home I had left.  We were three miles from any neighbour, and in the absence of my husband I felt a childish fear of being left alone in that strange wild looking place.  Time would fail me to tell you of all the hardships and privations we endured during the first years of our residence in this our new home.  Lucinda there was our first child.  I buried a little boy younger than Nathan.  A few kind settlers gathered together and laid him in his grave without a minister to perform the rites of burial.  I buried another son and daughter, and all that’s left to me now are Lucinda and Nathan, and your mother, who was my youngest child; as my children grew older I learned the value of the tolerable education I had myself received.  For many years such a thing as a school was out of the
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