The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-03-03
NEW HAVEN MORNING JoUBNAL

eastern market, the problem for the store keepers to solve was What shall we do with all this producer" New Or leans was the solution. It was their one outlet, so it was not surprising, but none the less interesting, to find docu- ments showing the young merchant and his brother-in-law had ordered 8 fiat boat built at the mouth of Yellow Creek that was to float them and their cargo of wheat, linsaed oil and bear skins down the Mahoning and the Bea- yer and thence along the Ohio and down the Mississippi to New Orleans. Many letters from points along the wayside inadvertently describe this long and perilous journey, only one of (which I quote:
 New Orleans, 18th of June, 1S19. Dear Wife:
 | have the pleasure to inform you of our safe arrival in this port; we arrived the 9th inst. in good health and con- l tinue to remain so as yet, although it | is beginning to be sickly here and there are from fifteen to twenty buried per day. am not in the least surprised at So many deaths, as all kinds of gam bling. debauchery and drunkenness are carried on to a greater extent than possibly could have conceived. We have sold all (our cargo) except our oil and wheat, which we have shipped aboard the packet Liverpool bound for New York-an elegant ship of three hundred tons burthen, commanded by James Tibbetts. We shall positively sail on Monday morning at nine o'clock and expect to be in New York in twen- l ty days.
 The greatest stagnation exists here that ever was known, produce of every kind remarkably cheap and plentiful I cannot tell how long I shall be in New York, but shall dispatch our busi- mess as soon as possible, We have 40 (passengers-11 of us in the cabin-we have to pay 5000 per person and find our own stores which are cooked for us gratis.
 I wish you to write me to New York the first mall after you receive this"
 But the business was not so readily dispatched and it was late fall before the young husband reached his western home. A little stranger but a few weeks old was there awaiting him. Nancy's first born. Until this the young couple had lived under the par rental roof but the following epistle tells of the fitting and at the same time gives the first word-picture of my home.
 Poland, August, 1920. Dear Friend:
 Cares and occupations that do moi every day occur have prevented me from writing--not forgetfulness of you nor the promises have made of writ ing often. I will not repeat my usual routine of excuses for not writing, but let il suffice that have been more than ordinarily engaged.
 But the long dreaded day is past. have left my fathers house and taken upon me the cares of family: and not being altogether used to 1t, I sometimes find them burdensome. Tn this place have taken up my abode for season perhaps till death. It Is very retired place and sometimes I do not see any person but child for half day, but have the music of birds and roaring of the waters. You shall be very welcome to my humble dwelling whenever you will deign to visit it. shall be very glad to receive letter from you and know how you get along with your school and how you spend your leisure time.
 Yours affectionately, NANCY. The hand of time in the intervening eighty years, has been lenient-the home is still sufficiently retired to hear the music of the birds and the sound oi falling waters. } In taking leave of these pioneers, SC } long departed, could any tribute bt more fitting than the beautiful and ep- igrammatic words of President Elliot's engraved upon the Water Gate of tho Chicago Fair
 ITO THE
 BRAVE SETTLERS