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new country) the half of which can never be told.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER.
I--TALKING OF MICHIGAN II--DISAGREEABLE MUSIC III--HOW WE GOT OUR SWEET, AND THE HISTORY OF MY FIRST PIG IV--OUR SECOND HOUSE AND FIRST APPLE TREES V--THE JUG OF WHISKY AND TEMPERANCE MEETING VI--HOW WE FOUND OUR CATTLE VII--TROUBLE CAME ON THE WING VIII--HARD TIMES FOR US IN MICHIGAN IX--A SUMMER HUNT X--HOW WE GOT INTO TROUBLE ONE NIGHT AND I SCARED XI--THE INDIANS VISIT US--THEIR STRANGE AND PECULIAR WAYS XII--THE INSIDE OF OUR HOUSE--A PICTURE FROM MEMORY XIII--METHEGLIN; OR, THE DETECTED DRINK XIV--OUR ROAD--HOW I WAS WOUNDED XV--PROSPECT OF WAR XVI--FISHING AND BOAT RIDING, XVII--HOW I GOT IN TROUBLE RIDING IN A CANOE XVIII--OUR CLEARING AND THE FIRST RAILROAD CARS XIX--TREES XX--DRAWING CORD-WOOD--HOW THE RAILROAD WAS BUILT--THE STEAM WHISTLE XXI--HOW I HUNTED AND WE PAID THE MORTGAGE XXII--BEAR HUNT XXIII--GRANDFATHER'S POWDER HORN--WAR WITH PIRATES XXIV--LIGHT BEGINS TO DAWN XXV--MAKING A BARGAIN XXVI--HOW I COMMENCED FOR MYSELF--FATHER'S OLD FARM XXVII--THOUGHTS IN CONNECTION WITH FATHER AND EARLY PIONEER LIFE XXVIII--FATHER'S NEW HOUSE AND ITS SITUATION--HIS CHILDREN VISIT HIM XXIX--MY WATCH LOST AND VISIT TO CANADA XXX--MOTHER'S VISIT TO THE EAST XXXI--LEAVING NEW YORK CITY FOR HOME

ILLUSTRATIOINS.
"THE MICHIGAN" THE BARK-COVERKD HOUSE THE THOMPSON TAVERN HOUSE BUILT IN 1836 FIRST RAILWAY CARS HOUSE BUILT IN 1854
CHAPTER I.
TALKING OF MICHIGAN.
My father was born in 1793, and my mother in 1802, in Putnam County, State of New York. Their names were John and Melinda Nowlin. Mother's maiden name was Light.
My father owned a small farm of twenty-five acres, in the town of Kent, Putnam County, New York, about sixty miles from New York City. We had plenty of fruit, apples, pears, quinces and so forth, also a never failing spring. He bought another place about half a mile from that. It was very stony, and father worked very hard. I remember well his building stone wall.
But hard work would not do it. He could not pay for the second place. It involved him so that we were in danger of losing the place where we lived.
He said, it was impossible for a poor man to get along and support his family; that he never could get any land for his children there, and he would sell what he had and go to a better country, where land was cheap and where he could get land for them.
He talked much of the territory of Michigan. He went to one of the neighbors and borrowed a geography. I recollect very well some things that it stated. It was Morse's geography, and it said that the territory of Michigan was a very fertile country, that it was nearly surrounded by great lakes, and that wild grapes and other wild fruit grew in abundance.
Father then talked continually of Michigan. Mother was very much opposed to leaving her home. I was the eldest of five children, about ten or eleven years of age, when the word Michigan grated upon my ear. I am not able to give dates in full, but all of the incidents I relate are facts. Some of them occurred over forty years ago, and are given mostly from memory, without the aid of a diary. Nevertheless, most of them are now more vivid and plain to my mind than some things which transpired within the past year. I was very much opposed to going to Michigan, and did all that a boy of my age could do to prevent it. The thought of Indians, bears and wolves terrified me, and the thought of leaving my schoolmates and native place was terrible. My parents sent me to school when in New York, but I have not been to school a day since. My mother's health was very poor. Her physician feared that consumption of the lungs was already seated. Many of her friends said she would not live to get to Michigan if she started. She thought she could not, and said, that if she did, herself and family would be killed by the Indians, perish in the wilderness, or starve to death. The thought too, of leaving her friends and the members of the church, to which she was very much attached, was terribly afflicting. She made one request of father, which was that when she died he would take her back to New York, and lay her in the grave yard by her ancestors.
Father had made up his mind to go to Michigan, and nothing could change him. He sold his place in 1832, hired a house for the summer, then went down to York, as we called it, to get his outfit. Among his purchases were a rifle for himself and a shot gun for me. He said when we went to Michigan it should be mine. I admired his rifle very much. It was the first