Besides the numerous nationalities on this front edge of advancing settlement, there were people of many and diverse individualities—­the uneasy, the unlucky, the adventurous, the men without money but full of hope, the natural hunters, the trappers, the lovers of woods and solitudes, and occasionally one who had left his country for his country’s good; all these classes were represented.  But on the whole the frontier’s people were an honest, kindly, generous class, ready to help in trouble or need of any kind.

If there was sickness, watchers by the bedside and harvesters in the field were promptly forthcoming.  If a new house or barn was to be raised, every available man came.  If a cow was mired, and such was often the case, her owner easily got all the help he wanted.  Husking and logging and quilting bees were common, and in the autumn there were bees for candle-dipping, when the family supply of candles would be made for a year; and all such events would of course be followed by a supper, and perhaps a frolic.  Visits among the women folk were all-day affairs; if the husbands were invited, it would be of an evening, and the call then would last till midnight with a supper at ten.  There was a word of comfort and good cheer in those forest homes.  I doubt if any child in modern palaces enjoys happier hours than were mine on winter evenings, when I rested on the broad stone hearth in front of the big fireplace, with its blazing four-foot log, the dog on one side and the cat on the other, while my father told stories that had to be repeated as the stock ran out, and I was gradually lulled to sleep by the soft thunder of my mother’s spinning wheel.  What could be more luxurious for any youngster?

I remember that when I was about six I saw my first apple.  Half of it came to me, and I absorbed it as if to the manor born.  What a revelation it was to a lad who could be satisfied with choke-cherries and crab apples!  In those times, when a visitor called it was common to bring out a dish of well-washed turnips, with plate and case knife, and he could slice them up or scrape them as he chose.

The woods abounded in wild fruits, which the women made the most of for the winter season.  Berries, grapes, plums, and crab apples were all utilized.  The latter were especially delicious for preserves.  The boy who ate them raw off the tree could not get his face back into line the same day; but he would eat them.  However, pumpkins were our main reliance for present and future pies and sauce; such pumpkins do not grow now in these latter days.  There were two sugar bushes on our place, and a good supply of maple sugar was put up every spring.  Many other dainties were added to our regular menu, and a boy with such a cook for a mother as I had, needed no sympathy from any one the whole world round.

The river was three hundred feet wide opposite our house, and about two feet deep, so teams could be driven across at ordinary stages, but foot passengers depended on our boat, a large “dugout.”  I remember how beautiful it was, when first scooped out from a huge basswood log, clean, white, and sweet-smelling.  Strangers and neighbors alike would call across, “Bring over the boat;” and if they were going from our side they would take it over and leave the job of hollering to us.  At five years of age I could pole it around very nicely.