38 LETTERS FROM THE BACKWOODS. 



cross, and weary, we sat down to breakfast, and then 

 stowed ourselves away into a lumber wagon, and rode 

 thirty miles to our respective stopping-places. The 

 little settlement seemed like a large village to me, 

 and the inhabitants the most refined people I had 

 ever met. Several days' rest restored me, and then 

 I began to feel my system rally, and became con- 

 scious of strength and vitality to which I had been a 

 stranger for six months. 



