It was now time to bid forewell to our staunch friend, Boston
Yankee. I had inducements to go to Goshen, Orange County, N. Y.,
where I had many acquaintances, and to Goshen we went. We found a
good boarding place, and I began to practice medicine, After we had
been there a while, Sarah wrote home to let her family know where
she was, and that she was well and happy. Her father wrote in reply
that we both might come there at any time, and that if she would
come home he would do as well by her as he would by any of his
children. This letter made Sarah uneasy. In spite of all the ill
usage she had received from her parents and family, she was
nevertheless homesick, and longed to get back again. I could see
that this feeling grew upon her daily. We were pleasantly situated
where we were; I had a good and growing practice, and we had made
many friends; but this did not satisfy her; she had some property in
her own right, but her father was trustee of it, and he had hitherto
kept it away from her from spite at her love affair with me. But now
she was to be taken into favor again, and she represented to me that
we could go back and get her money, and that I could establish
myself there as well as anywhere; we could live well and happily
among her friends and old associations. These things were dinged in
my ears day after day, till I was sick of the very sound. I could
see that she was bound, or, as the Dutch doctor would have said,
"bewitched" to go back, and at last, after five happy months in
Goshen, in an evil hour I consented to go home with her.