jist laying home, or afther a raching there."

Mr. Santon had formerly been a merchant in the city of Boston; he had
been doing a heavy business, and had accumulated a handsome fortune, but
being one of those easy sort of persons, who think everybody as honest
as themselves, he had, in an evil hour, endorsed largely for those who
were worse than swindlers, who had not even as much as thanked him for
his name; and he had lost 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