A hunter's life. 35& 



becoming laborious ; aad, as all other hunters were not 

 governed by the kind and fair feelings which used to regu- 

 late their actions in bygone years, they began to take my 

 traps, use them, and keep the game caught in them ; thus 

 greatly interfering with my sport. So I concluded to leave 

 hunting, and enjoy myself with my wife at home on my 

 little property. 



Although, at times, I felt a strong desire to be in the 

 woods, yet, finding myself unable to undergo the fatigue, 

 I gave up the idea of being a hunter any longer, closed 

 my business, and sold my farm, reserving twenty acres to 

 myself and wife during our lives. I built a comfortable 

 house on my reservation, and lived therein peacefully and 

 pleasantly until the 14th day of February, 1855 ; when 

 my wife was attacked with a severe stroke of palsy, which 

 left her a complete cripple. She survived the first stroke ; 

 but on the 8th day of September, 1857, she was again 

 stricken, on the other side of her body, and died in twenty- 

 five minutes. 



Thus was I a second time left alone in gloom, and 

 almost despair, to wander from place to place in search of 

 comfort, and to find but little. That little, however, I 

 hope will be the means of keeping my feet in the paths of 

 rectitude, that, when 1 am called to meet the common des- 

 tiny of all flesh, I may be able to do so in the full hope of 

 a glorious immortality. 



My acquaintance with this lady originated about eighteen 

 years before her death ; and whilst living with me, hers 

 was a life of continuous peace and harmony. The follow- 

 ing verses have been dedicated to her memory ; 



We lived together sixteen years 



lu quiet, love and peace ; 

 And then misfortune dire decreed 



Our happiness should cease: 



