keep me from rolling off. By an accident
this frail craft was carried away from the burning steamer, then
aground, and I was separated from my father, who, I grieve to say, was
intoxicated at the time, and unable to do all that he would have
accomplished in his sober senses. At this moment the steamer broke from
the shore, and was carried swiftly down the mighty river. Parents were
thus separated from the helpless child.
But it was not ordered that this little one should perish in the cold
waters of the great river in the night and the gloom. An old pioneer,
trapper, and hunter, Matt Rockwood, had picked me up, and for years had
nursed me and cared for me in his rude log cabin, loving me devotedly,
and watching over me with a woman's tenderness. For eleven years I
remained in the field and forest, hardened by the rude life of the
pioneer, working hard, and winning a large experience in dealing with
the elements around me. A well-educated and refined gentleman, driven
from the haunts of civilization by a fancied wrong, became our
neighbor, and was my instructor, so that I obtained more than a common
school education from him. By the seeming guidings of Providence, his
wife and daughter were sent to him in the wilderness, and remained
there through the season.
My foster-father was killed in an affray with the Indians. Boy as I
was, I went through a brief campaign with the savages, and my own rifle
had more than once brought down the treacherous foe. I had faced danger
and death, and I had rescued the daughter of my excellent friend and
instructor, Mr. Gracewood, from the Indians. Ella was then, and is now,
one of my best friends. In the autumn, leaving the farm and stock to
Kit Cruncher, an old hunter who had been our friend and neighbor for
years, I started for the realms of civilization with Mr. Gracewood and
his family, taking with me the articles found upon me by the old
pioneer when I was rescued from the river.
I had fifteen hundred dollars in cash, after I had paid my fare to St.
Louis--the worldly wealth of my deceased foster-father. On the way down
I was separated from my friends by an accident, and did not see them
again for several weeks. But I found a place in the city to learn the
carpenter's trade, in which I had already made considerable
proficiency. I received six dollars a week for my work when it was
found that I was both able and willing to do nearly as much as an
ordinary journeyman.
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