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Milton, Mass. (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
the floor, and elders look in at windows; near it an old burial ground, Wordsworth's Churchyard among the mountains. . . . The strawberries were ripening all over the lonely hill-top, and five children with cows and tin kettles and the baby in a wagon — in the waning June sunset; five little sisters there were, with all bleached but their blue eyes. Worcester, June, 1862 Mrs. Howell, of Philadelphia, a most attractive woman whom I met last year, is there [Princeton] already. She wrote Milton's verses on his blindness which were included in a London edition of his works, and there is a mild, chronic, Quakerly flirtation between her and Whittier, who wrote in the April Atlantic a charming poem about a ride with her at Princeton last year. She is a fine-looking woman of forty-five, but the hotel scandal of last year was that she wears what are called plumpers in her cheeks to preserve the roundness of early years, and though I hold this a libel, still the overwhelming majority of
Chambersburg (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
les farther after rowing and paddling twenty-five; on we pushed under the moonlight, and at nine stole upon them at their camp-fire and were enthusiastically received-that is, I and my guide and his dog. . . . They had quite given me up, but had had a jovial time in spite of much rain; indeed, everything is jovial and successful which Tom Earle leads. They were camped in the most charming place on Tupper's Lake, opposite the Bog River Falls, which flow into the head of the lake, lovely as Trenton. The next day we stayed only for another unsuccessful deer hunt and then turned homeward and had two delightful days of boating back to Martin's, reaching there Wednesday night, and they leaving Thursday morning, while Edward Spring and I stayed another day to penetrate to the new Philosophers' Camp at Amperzand Pond and see Stillman, the artist, who had invited us all. You who have not seen Eddy Spring, son of Marcus, do not know how sweet and chivalrous and handsome and charming a young
Burlington (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
llman was hospitable, though not quite satisfactory, and dined us on venison boiled and broiled, cranberries and guava jelly, and by and by we came away and let the wilderness close around the lonely artist. Coming back we stopped to see the finest of all the fine arts, most graceful of all things ever done by man -fly-fishing as practised by a great master, Henry K. Brown, the sculptor, Larkin Mead's teacher, of whom he will like to hear. . . . The next morning we left Martin's, got to Burlington that night, and home the next (Saturday); and now the lakes and mountains are fading into dreams. In 1855 the Higginsons sailed for Fayal for the benefit of Mrs. Higginson's health. Worcester, July . . .For companions on the voyage we may have Mr. and Mrs. Charles Dabney ... very pleasant people. There seem plenty of entertainments there — oranges, music, whaleships, Catholic priests, and a steep mountain. Pico half as high again as Mount Washington. Barque Azor., 650 miles f
Mount Everett (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
rning we left Martin's, got to Burlington that night, and home the next (Saturday); and now the lakes and mountains are fading into dreams. In 1855 the Higginsons sailed for Fayal for the benefit of Mrs. Higginson's health. Worcester, July . . .For companions on the voyage we may have Mr. and Mrs. Charles Dabney ... very pleasant people. There seem plenty of entertainments there — oranges, music, whaleships, Catholic priests, and a steep mountain. Pico half as high again as Mount Washington. Barque Azor., 650 miles from home, October 30 What's the name of the place? asks Mary of Captain Burke. Atlantic ocean, he promptly answers. . . ... In the middle of the first night (having been implored by Barbara not to worry me or anybody about any conceivable noise she might hear), she despairingly remarked, Four men have just fallen flat on the deck above my head ; and then plaintively, But you told me not to mind such things at which we both roared and then went to sleep
Kansas (Kansas, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
, having yesterday sent off my second party to Kansas. ... The first had forty-seven and our Committ all that has yet been done by New England for Kansas, in this time of imminent need. This I say tomen are nicely settled in the northern part of Kansas, which is more peaceful. Colonel Topliff, whomy regret that I shall be employed more out of Kansas than in Kansas. They are very glad to have meKansas. They are very glad to have me here, and are in need of efficient agents. To a friend: Nebraska City, September 16, 1856 Ihere, though all pronounce it the darkest time Kansas has ever seen. . . Geary is conquering thements, his orders being to stop the fighting in Kansas. His course did not commend itself to the radl one sees great differences of temperament in Kansas as elsewhere. What struck me most was the unc.. and always end, But we shall live or die in Kansas. Of course there are exceptions; but the moreatic plan of action. ... I have less hope that Kansas will be a free State than before I came here. [9 more...]
Tupper's Lake (Montana, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
mething to eat for the first time since morning and found that our party were still ten miles farther after rowing and paddling twenty-five; on we pushed under the moonlight, and at nine stole upon them at their camp-fire and were enthusiastically received-that is, I and my guide and his dog. . . . They had quite given me up, but had had a jovial time in spite of much rain; indeed, everything is jovial and successful which Tom Earle leads. They were camped in the most charming place on Tupper's Lake, opposite the Bog River Falls, which flow into the head of the lake, lovely as Trenton. The next day we stayed only for another unsuccessful deer hunt and then turned homeward and had two delightful days of boating back to Martin's, reaching there Wednesday night, and they leaving Thursday morning, while Edward Spring and I stayed another day to penetrate to the new Philosophers' Camp at Amperzand Pond and see Stillman, the artist, who had invited us all. You who have not seen Eddy Spri
Madrid (Spain) (search for this): chapter 3
boys, dogs, and crazy donkeys. She avers that she never dreamed of finding her sweet enemy, boys, in Fayal, and has thoughts of returning in the vessel forthwith. Fayal, Friday, November 9 O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful, and again past all whooping! Nobody ever told us, nobody ever prepared us, we knew nothing of it They told us of the views and the mountains and the ocean, but that we should step suddenly into all the South of Europe at once, set our feet in Lisbon and Madrid and Naples all in one, a place where not a person looks as any person ever looked in America, not a sound but is new! . . . We have had the day that comes but once in a life — the first day in a foreign country. At Singapore or Batavia we should feel no farther from home. It has been a day of absolute intoxication. I have seen no beauty in Nature, I have scarcely looked at the lovely Pico across the bay, in the wonder of this new human existence. From that moment when I stumbled on deck
Eddy Spring (Oregon, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
per's Lake, opposite the Bog River Falls, which flow into the head of the lake, lovely as Trenton. The next day we stayed only for another unsuccessful deer hunt and then turned homeward and had two delightful days of boating back to Martin's, reaching there Wednesday night, and they leaving Thursday morning, while Edward Spring and I stayed another day to penetrate to the new Philosophers' Camp at Amperzand Pond and see Stillman, the artist, who had invited us all. You who have not seen Eddy Spring, son of Marcus, do not know how sweet and chivalrous and handsome and charming a young man of twenty-two can be, but I found him the most delightful of companions. Amperzand Pond is a region of romance; you go seven miles by water up a secret brook, then four miles' hard climbing through wild and beautiful woods; suddenly the path ends, between great trees, in the loveliest of lakes with no sign of human life. In despair you discharge your rifle, and suddenly a boat comes out from a woo
Lisbon (Portugal) (search for this): chapter 3
th fears of boys, dogs, and crazy donkeys. She avers that she never dreamed of finding her sweet enemy, boys, in Fayal, and has thoughts of returning in the vessel forthwith. Fayal, Friday, November 9 O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful, and again past all whooping! Nobody ever told us, nobody ever prepared us, we knew nothing of it They told us of the views and the mountains and the ocean, but that we should step suddenly into all the South of Europe at once, set our feet in Lisbon and Madrid and Naples all in one, a place where not a person looks as any person ever looked in America, not a sound but is new! . . . We have had the day that comes but once in a life — the first day in a foreign country. At Singapore or Batavia we should feel no farther from home. It has been a day of absolute intoxication. I have seen no beauty in Nature, I have scarcely looked at the lovely Pico across the bay, in the wonder of this new human existence. From that moment when I stumbl
Iowa City (Iowa, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
With great difficulty I got five minutes each from Pat Jackson and several other merchants, and at two they came together for ten minutes and voted to send two thousand dollars, Ingersoll Bowditch being happily absent, who had just told me he should come and oppose it entirely. I saw the telegraphic despatch written and came back. That very night we got a telegraphic despatch from Chicago, imploring us to send that precise sum, for the relief of a large party of emigrants, detained at Iowa City for want of means. The two despatches crossed on the way. This two thousand dollars, with our remittance, and our two parties of emigrants (which would not have gone till by this time if I had not gone to work on it the first night I came) are absolutely all that has yet been done by New England for Kansas, in this time of imminent need. This I say to show you how ill-prepared we are for such emergencies. The busy give no time and the leisurely no energy, and there is no organization.
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