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Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

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BECOMING AMERICA<br />

REVOLUTIONARY AND EARLY NATIONAL PERIOD LITERATURE<br />

certain destruction which awaits it, if I remain here much longer. Could I insure<br />

them bread, safety, and subsistence, not the bread <strong>of</strong> idleness, but that earned by<br />

proper labour as heret<strong>of</strong>ore; could this be accomplished by the sacrice <strong>of</strong> my life,<br />

I would willingly give it up. I attest before heaven, that it is only for these I would<br />

wish <strong>to</strong> live and <strong>to</strong> <strong>to</strong>il: for these whom I have brought in<strong>to</strong> this miserable existence.<br />

I resemble, methinks, one <strong>of</strong> the s<strong>to</strong>nes <strong>of</strong> a ruined arch, still retaining that pristine<br />

form that anciently tted the place I occupied, but the centre is tumbled down; I<br />

can be nothing until I am replaced, either in the former circle, or in some stronger<br />

one. I see one on a smaller scale, and at a considerable distance, but it is within my<br />

power <strong>to</strong> reach it: and since I have ceased <strong>to</strong> consider myself as a member <strong>of</strong> the<br />

ancient state now convulsed, I willingly descend in<strong>to</strong> an inferior one. I will revert<br />

in<strong>to</strong> a state approaching nearer <strong>to</strong> that <strong>of</strong> nature, unencumbered either with<br />

voluminous laws, or contradic<strong>to</strong>ry codes, <strong>of</strong>ten galling the very necks <strong>of</strong> those<br />

whom they protect; and at the same time suciently remote <strong>from</strong> the brutality <strong>of</strong><br />

unconnected savage nature. Do you, my friend, perceive the path I have found<br />

out? it is that which leads <strong>to</strong> the tenants <strong>of</strong> the great———village <strong>of</strong>———, where,<br />

far removed <strong>from</strong> the accursed neighbourhood <strong>of</strong> Europeans, its inhabitants live<br />

with more ease, decency, and peace, than you imagine: where, though governed<br />

by no laws, yet nd, in uncontaminated simple manners all that laws can aord.<br />

Their system is suciently complete <strong>to</strong> answer all the primary wants <strong>of</strong> man, and<br />

<strong>to</strong> constitute him a social being, such as he ought <strong>to</strong> be in the great forest <strong>of</strong> nature.<br />

There it is that I have resolved at any rate <strong>to</strong> transport myself and family: an<br />

eccentric thought, you may say, thus <strong>to</strong> cut asunder all former connections, and <strong>to</strong><br />

form new ones with a people whom nature has stamped with such dierent<br />

characteristics! But as the happiness <strong>of</strong> my family is the only object <strong>of</strong> my wishes,<br />

I care very little where we be, or where we go, provided that we are safe, and all<br />

united <strong>to</strong>gether. Our new calamities being shared equally by all, will become<br />

lighter; our mutual aection for each other, will in this great transmutation<br />

become the strongest link <strong>of</strong> our new society, will aord us every joy we can receive<br />

on a foreign soil, and preserve us in unity, as the gravity and coherency <strong>of</strong> matter<br />

prevents the world <strong>from</strong> dissolution. Blame me not, it would be cruel in you, it<br />

would beside be entirely useless; for when you receive this we shall be on the<br />

wing. When we think all hopes are gone, must we, like poor pusillanimous<br />

wretches, despair and die? No; I perceive before me a few resources, though<br />

through many dangers, which I will explain <strong>to</strong> you hereafter. It is not, believe me,<br />

a disappointed ambition which leads me <strong>to</strong> take this step, it is the bitterness <strong>of</strong> my<br />

situation, it is the impossibility <strong>of</strong> knowing what better measure <strong>to</strong> adopt: my<br />

education tted me for nothing more than the most simple occupations <strong>of</strong> life; I<br />

am but a feller <strong>of</strong> trees, a cultiva<strong>to</strong>r <strong>of</strong> land, the most honourable title an <strong>America</strong>n<br />

can have. I have no exploits, no discoveries, no inventions <strong>to</strong> boast <strong>of</strong>; I have<br />

cleared about 370 acres <strong>of</strong> land, some for the plough, some for the scythe; and this<br />

has occupied many years <strong>of</strong> my life. I have never possessed, or wish <strong>to</strong> possess<br />

anything more than what could be earned or produced by the united industry <strong>of</strong><br />

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