A New World 



youthful, hopeful, fearless adventure. Nor 

 could we in the midst of such measureless 

 excitement see or feel the shadows and sorrows 

 of his darkening old age. To my schoolmates, 

 met that night on the street, I shouted the 

 glorious news, "I'm gan to Amaraka the 

 mom!" None could believe it. I said, "Weel, 

 just you see if I am at the skule the mom!" 



Next morning we went by rail to Glasgow 

 and thence jojrfully sailed away from beloved 

 Scotland, fljnng to our fortunes on the wings of 

 the winds, care-free as thistle seeds. We could 

 not then know what we were leaving, what we 

 were to encounter in the New World, nor what 

 our gains were likely to be. We were too young 

 and full of hope for fear or regret, but not too 

 young to look forward with eager enthusiasm 

 to the wonderful schoolless bookless American 

 wilderness. Even the natural heart-pain of 

 parting from grandfather and grandmother 

 Gilrye, who loved us so well, and from mother 

 and sisters and brother was quickly quenched 

 in young joy. Father took with him only 

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