Roughing It in the Bush by Susanna Moodie
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with him. He promises to show us everything worthy of notice on the
island. Captain --- claims acquaintance with me; but I have not the least recollection of him. Would you like to go?" "Oh, by all means. I long to see the lovely island. It looks a perfect paradise at this distance." The rough sailor-captain screwed his mouth on one side, and gave me one of his comical looks, but he said nothing until he assisted in placing me and the baby in the boat. "Don't be too sanguine, Mrs. Moodie; many things look well at a distance which are bad enough when near." I scarcely regarded the old sailor's warning, so eager was I to go on shore--to put my foot upon the soil of the new world for the first time--I was in no humour to listen to any depreciation of what seemed so beautiful. It was four o'clock when we landed on the rocks, which the rays of an intensely scorching sun had rendered so hot that I could scarcely place my foot upon them. How the people without shoes bore it, I cannot imagine. Never shall I forget the extraordinary spectacle that met our sight the moment we passed the low range of bushes which formed a screen in front of the river. A crowd of many hundred Irish emigrants had been landed during the present and former day; and all this motley crew--men, women, and children, who were not confined by sickness to the sheds (which greatly resembled cattle-pens) were employed in washing clothes, or spreading them out on the rocks and bushes to dry. |
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