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Across
the Plains
LEAVES FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF AN EMIGRANT
BETWEEN NEW YORK AND SAN FRANCISCO
It was, if I remember rightly, five o'clock when we were all signalled to
be present at the Ferry Depot of the railroad. An
emigrant ship had arrived at New York on the Saturday night, another on
the Sunday morning, our own on Sunday
afternoon, a fourth early on Monday; and as there is no emigrant train on
Sunday a great part of the passengers from
these four ships was concentrated on the train by which I was to travel.
There was a babel of bewildered men, women,
and children.
Kidnapped
I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning
early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when
I took the key for the last time out of the door of my father's house. The
sun began to shine upon the summit of the hills
as I went down the road; and by the time I had come as far as the manse,
the blackbirds were whistling in the garden
lilacs, and the mist that hung around the valley in the time of the dawn
was beginning to arise and die away.
The
Wrecker
It was about three o'clock of a winter's afternoon in Tai-o-hae,
the French capital and port of entry of the Marquesas Islands.
The trades blew strong and squally; the surf roared loud on the shingle
beach; and the fifty-ton schooner of war, that carries
the flag and influence of France about the islands of the cannibal group,
rolled at her moorings under Prison Hill. The clouds
hung low and black on the surrounding amphitheatre of mountains; rain had
fallen earlier in the day, real tropic rain, a
waterspout for violence; and the green and gloomy brow of the mountain was
still seamed with many silver threads of torrent.
The
wrong box
How very little does the amateur, dwelling at home at ease,
comprehend the labours and perils of the author, and, when he
smilingly skims the surface of a work of fiction, how little does he
consider the hours of toil, consultation of authorities,
researches in the Bodleian, correspondence with learned and illegible
Germans—in one word, the vast scaffolding that was first
built up and then knocked down, to while away an hour for him in a railway
train!
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