What joy 'twould be to-night to share The very best of liquor there. Beside the well, on either hand, Large branching elm trees used to stand; Not dead to us, we thought that when Back from the house, not many rods, Were swallows' nests of mud and leaves. Not all the arts which poets sing, Not all the lore which ages bring, Could suit our varied wants so well, Down on a corner of the street, I mind me well how fared the school When under certain schoolma'am's rule, What skillful pictures we would make, Or draw her profile on the slate. Of Christ, the Prince of David's line. Throws out the bud, the flower, the seed, Of holy thought, of noble deed. The mind of childhood can not be Of virtuous thought and manly deeds, Where are they now? those girls and boys Alas for some, their forms are laid Be this our purpose bright and strong, Now all is changed, no more we hear The sturdy stroke of pioneer. No more we see on morning breeze His blue smoke curling through the trees. No more in hazel brush is heard, The shrill notes of the forest bird. Gone are the elms from where they stood, Gone is the spinning wheel and loom; O'ershadow worth, and gain control Nor share of backwood's toil and pain; Yet much we wish that all might live, CHAPTER XV. PIONEER REMINISCENCES. The character of the pioneers of Macomb, falls properly within the range of history. They lived in a region of exuberant fertility, where nature had scattered her blessings with a generous hand. The winding Riviere Aux Hurons, the beautiful forests, the fertile oak openings, the hard but happy labors of the husbandman and his family, and the bright hopes which burned, combined to impress a distinct character, to bestow a spirit of enterprise, a joyousness of hope and an independence of feeling. The community formed an admixture of many nations, characters, languages, conditions, and opinions. All the various Christian Gods had their worshippers. Pride and jealousy gave way to the natural yearnings of the human heart for society; prejudices disappeared, they met half way and embraced; and the society thus gradually organized became liberal, enlarged, unprejudiced, and naturally more affectionate, than a commune of people all similar in birth and character. In the following pages these facts will appear more manifest. The tales of the olden time point out that time as one, where solidarity of interests marked the character of the people, and leave little doubt that the ideal of good will to man ruled in their hearts. PIONEER MOTHERS. What shall we say of the true woman-the pioneer woman of this country? Ah! the Past, with its lights and shadows, its failures and its successes, its joys and its privations, is well remembered by the surviving pioneer, and happily in many instances by his children. Many a pioneer of the townships of this county has already gone to his rest on the hill, that gave to those, near and dear to him, a first outlook upon the pioneer life that was to come,-a life destined to develop these forces of the head and heart, forces, which, in the luxury and ease of an older civilization, rarely appear upon the surface of society. It was not always the dark side of the facies which was turned toward the pioneer, for though many of the immigrants were rough, and in many instances ungodly; yet manhood and womanhood were here in all their strength and beauty, and nowhere in the world of created intelligence did God's last, best gift to man, more clearly assume the character of a helpmate, than in the log cabin, and amid the rough and trying scenes, incidental to a home in the wilderness. Ever foremost in the work of civilization and progress, the pioneer woman—the true woman—was to-day physician, to-morrow nurse, and the following day teacher of the primitive school. Withal the woman was busily engaged in that wearisome round of household work which knows no cessation. Early and late, all the year round, the pioneer woman acted her part well. From year to year, as through many privations and much new and strange experience of that necessity, which is the mother of invention, wife and husband joined hand to hand to work out under the green arches of the wilderness the true beginnings of Macomb County. To the pioneer mothers of Macomb honor belongs. The many who are gone to their rest left a memory to honor-treat the living mothers well and tenderly. THE FIRST HOMES OF THE PEOPLE. How natural to turn our eyes and thoughts back to the log cabin days, and contrast them with the homes of the present time. Before us stands the old log cabin: Let us enter. Instinctively the head is uncovered in token of reverence to this relic of ancestral beginnings and early struggles. To the left is the deep, wide fireplace, in whose commodious space a group of children may sit by the fire, and up through the chimney you may count the stars; while ghostly stories of witches and giants, and still more thrilling stories of Indians and wild beasts are whisperingly told, and shudderingly heard. On the great crane hang the old tea-kettle and the great iron pot. The huge shovel and tongs stand sentinel in either corner; while the great andirons patiently wait for the huge back log. Over the fire-place hangs the trusty rifle; on the right side of the hearth stands the spinning wheel; while in the farther end of the room is the loom looming up with a dignity peculiarly its own. Strings of drying apples and poles of drying pumpkins are overhead. Opposite the door by which you enter stands a huge deal table; by its side the dresser, with pewter plates and shining delf catching and reflecting the fire-place flame, as shields of armies do the sunshine. From the corner of its shelves coyly peep out the relics of former china. In a curtained corner, and hid from casual sight, we find the mother's bed; and under it the trundle-bed, while near them a ladder indicates a garret where the older children sleep. To the left of the fire-place, and in the corner opposite, the spinning wheel forms the mother's work-stand; upon it lies the Holy Bible, evidently much used-its family record telling of parents and friends a long way off, and telling too of children. "Scattered like roses in bloom Some at the bridal, and some in the tomb." |