The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1875-01-21
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peared, a diminutive copy Of her own,
Carefully placing this bundle upon seat,
She next dragged in a box and basket.
and the strong odor OF bilgc water. such
As ever perVade5 the 1t craze OF betW cen
decks of the emigrant vessel, announced
to the indifarently interested passengers
th4t ny fellow passenger was an emil
grant
She was not more than thirty was ialr,
and appeared as strange and timld rs the
antelope we saw from the car windows
gliding over the plains. But no one spoke
to her, no one presumed to claim acquaint-
aNce with this travcl-soiled, weary looking
Young woman, and as she sat upon the
next seat to my own, gazing YEARLY out
upon the wide bleak monotonY of the
plains, i observed several times during
the day that her large blue eyes filed with
tears, and that the little boy in Scotch
cap, knee breeches anu black hose busted
himself in 4 vain attempt to comfort his
'mothern All this observed from be-
hind my book. which book proved a me
dunn communication between my fellow
passenger and myself She had been look
ing at the back OF the book attentiYelY for
some time. when she broke the silence by
saying;
j beg pardon, sill, but can you tell me
when we shall arrive Cooking at an en-
velope) at Biiou station p
"Tc-m0rrow evening sometime, il all
goes well, replied.
is the country cut there as wild and
.parely settled as this, sir ?"
Yes, madam. or more So. 1t depends
very mech upon the portion of Bijou you
60 to-
| The ice being broken between myself
and my fellow passenger. she soon fell a
victim to professional American news
paper interviewer to whom She told her
story.
Yes, sir, an from England left
there three weeks ago. | observed You
reading Dickens, and / took the liberty OF
speaking to you. Do ] admire Dickens
Yes, sir, | loved him am relative Of
his, ana have ott-times visited him at his
place at Gads bill | ain from Gloster.
Do YOU know Gloster? 1t is a dear cid
town, We lived just within the shadow
Of that cathedral Ca sigh. Oh, the dear
Old town! | expect we will never meet
again. 1t is d great old structure, sir.
You can read all about it in Uncle Charles
last book, The Ny stery OF Edwin brood.
| He describes our town Just as it is. We
all loved Mr.. Dickens | walked many
times with him in the grand old structure,
for he made our home his home when he
came to Gloster. He only lived ten miles
away, and frequently came to see us while
he was working upon his last book. / OBJ
served you reading one Of his works, and
made 50 free as TO speak, for l am oh
| so very lonesome and strange herel Did
| come all the way alone, sir? Yes, sir.
But it was wrong in me to attempt it. |
think sometimes | shall give up before l
reach my husband. But Charles is quite
a man to me. You have no idea, sir, how
clever and kind my little son has been to
Baltimore, and Cincinnati How do |
don't like them at all ! like the state OF
Cincinnati the best OF any have been in.
stopped ut Halifax 1t is dull cold,
miserable place, They kept US three days
at Baltimore to discharge cargo. At Gin
cinnati my luggage was smashed, and
| had to purchase deal boxes to pack in
They charged me sovereign tor them |
was detained one day at St Louis a
nasty, gloomy, smoky place, is it not, Sir !;
AT Leavenwonh they refused 10 take my
English gold for my hotel bill, and | was
in great trouble and distress Did | get
my baggage all right Yes, sir There
is nine hundred pounds of it. Why did |
bring 50 much, did you say? Why, sit,
my husband wrote me that he had got :;
perfect little Eden OF a place il Colorado
\ es, sir, he calls our new home Eden, and
| thought would bring as many Of the
old things from home as possible. and |
brought d box Of tea, barrel of sugar,
/, several bolts Of long cloth, some boots and
clothing, and at least hundred different
kinds Of garden seeds. We Will be 50
happy when get home But, Sit (crying) ,
really think | never viii reach nome
again. Three weeks Of travel all alone
has nearly cost me my life
What is my husband doing in Colorado,
did YOU say, sir? He is sheep farming
lie was tailor and gentlemen's turnisher
in Glostcr We lived in one house nine
teen years; my father kept the business
before | married my husband We We're
doing very well and getting rich. but my
husband, who had been a sailor when q
boy, and who was born in Brazil, was al
veg 'ioSChtbhLCt 'iIlt htSIttu w tldNt1.
In an evil hour | consented to sell Gu. our
business in Glostec He took Is ,00e with
him and started to Colorado His letters
which he wrote from Colorado were very
interesting, they We're printed in our coun-
ty paper at home Oh. sin if you only
could know how tired ! am Of travelling
how lonesome feel here upon these plains
so many thousand miles from my dear old
home, YOU would realize how anxious I
am to meet my husband
The sun and the train rolled on west
ward, and toward evening on the second
day out from Kansas City we came in sight
OF bijou. My fellow passenger was all
hustle and excitement; she had been half
dozen times to the glass to adjust her
hair and apparel The beautiful little boy
in his Scotch cap, blue jacket, and black
stockings had had his golden locks freshly
curled, his rosy cheeks washed, and stood
upon the car seat looking out of the Win
dow-looking for Father
ooh, mother, think | see father said
Charley. No mother. it is some one else.
Oh, l see coffin, mother; some person
is dead. They are taking the coffin out OF
y wagon, mother There it is. mother,
there we are past it now. Now we shall
see father; we are home"
The train stopped The weary, travel
soilcd neice of Charles Dickens gathered
np her parcels and her cloaks, and stepped
out upon the wild bleak spot called Bijou
station. The passengers, all interested in
the talkative and unsophisticateG pair of
travellers, crowded TO the windows OF the
car to witness the expected meeting be-
tween husband and vile. They saw it.
While her baggage was being tumbled
out Of the car she stood with her baby in
her arms, and her boy by her side, gazing
around upon the strange scene. and peer
ing eagerly among the rough clad ranch
men and plainsmen for the face, which
alone of all others she wished to see. A
rough-looking, but polite ranchman step
ped forward, and, with clumsy bow and
bashful manner, inquired who the Madam
desired to seen
Il want my husband, Mr.. Henry Lester.