ost nearly all in that one act. Many friends he
had, who knowing his worth, had kindly offered their assistance, and
would willingly have set him on his feet again, for they disliked to
lose so valuable a citizen from their midst; but he, declining all
assistance from those, whom he knew gave not grudgingly, thanked them
with a grateful heart, and taking what little was left to him after
paying his debts, had started with his wife and only child, and two
servants whom he had retained, for the far West, intent upon leading a
quiet, unmolested life, in the bosom of his family. Haying supplied
himself with all requisite tools, etc., for tilling the ground, for
which occupation he had always a great desire, they had now, after a
fatiguing journey of fourteen days, arrived at the little log-house, in
the western part of the state of Ohio, which was to be their future
home. This was a great change for Mrs. Santon, who had spent the most of
her days in the city, and had always servants to call upon for her least
wish, never being obliged to lift a finger against her desire. She was
one of the best of women, with a kind word for every one, and greatly
did the poor, upon whom she had bestowed so many gifts of charity,
lament her departure. In the church, the sewing-society, by the bedside
of the suffering, and in the home of poverty, had she a place; her worth
was known to all. Cheerfully did she resign all to go with her husband,
to follow him, wherever it might be; with him would she be happy in
their home, though it might be ever so humble. Their daughter of ten
years was a sprightly, pretty child, with dark hair, and bright, black,
tell-tale eyes, which looked as if they might make sad havoc, when a few
more years should have added to their brilliancy. Resembling her mother
in features, her disposition was like her father; free and easy in her
ways, she was happy so long as every thing bent to her wishes; but her
mother could not but notice with regret that her child had acquired a
hasty, impatient manner, which the indulgence of her father in no way
served to improve; yet she was a warm-hearted little creature, and it
was with great difficulty that Mrs. Santon could bring herself to
censure her. Still the mother must do her duty toward her child, and
many a prayer had been offered, that she might have strength to
act aright.

The long covered wagon stopped at the door of their new home just as the
sun was going down.

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