Letters from an American Farmer eBook

Jean de Crèvecoeur
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about Letters from an American Farmer.

Letters from an American Farmer eBook

Jean de Crèvecoeur
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about Letters from an American Farmer.

A week after news came that a vessel was arrived with Scotch emigrants.  Mr. C. and I went to the dock to see them disembark.  It was a scene which inspired me with a variety of thoughts; here are, said I to my friend, a number of people, driven by poverty, and other adverse causes, to a foreign land, in which they know nobody.  The name of a stranger, instead of implying relief, assistance, and kindness, on the contrary, conveys very different ideas.  They are now distressed; their minds are racked by a variety of apprehensions, fears, and hopes.  It was this last powerful sentiment which has brought them here.  If they are good people, I pray that heaven may realise them.  Whoever were to see them thus gathered again in five or six years, would behold a more pleasing sight, to which this would serve as a very powerful contrast.  By their honesty, the vigour of their arms, and the benignity of government, their condition will be greatly improved; they will be well clad, fat, possessed of that manly confidence which property confers; they will become useful citizens.  Some of the posterity may act conspicuous parts in our future American transactions.  Most of them appeared pale and emaciated, from the length of the passage, and the indifferent provision on which they had lived.  The number of children seemed as great as that of the people; they had all paid for being conveyed here.  The captain told us they were a quiet, peaceable, and harmless people, who had never dwelt in cities.  This was a valuable cargo; they seemed, a few excepted, to be in the full vigour of their lives.  Several citizens, impelled either by spontaneous attachments, or motives of humanity, took many of them to their houses; the city, agreeable to its usual wisdom and humanity, ordered them all to be lodged in the barracks, and plenty of provisions to be given them.  My friend pitched upon one also and led him to his house, with his wife, and a son about fourteen years of age.  The majority of them had contracted for land the year before, by means of an agent; the rest depended entirely upon chance; and the one who followed us was of this last class.  Poor man, he smiled on receiving the invitation, and gladly accepted it, bidding his wife and son do the same, in a language which I did not understand.  He gazed with uninterrupted attention on everything he saw; the houses, the inhabitants, the negroes, and carriages:  everything appeared equally new to him; and we went slow, in order to give him time to feed on this pleasing variety.  Good God! said he, is this Philadelphia, that blessed city of bread and provisions, of which we have heard so much?  I am told it was founded the same year in which my father was born; why, it is finer than Greenock and Glasgow, which are ten times as old.  It is so, said my friend to him, and when thee hast been here a month, thee will soon see that it is the capital of a fine province, of which thee art going to be a citizen:  Greenock enjoys neither such

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