HENRY MERRITT'S TRAVELS   IN 1870

The following is from a red leather covered book with gold decorations and "Records" printed across the cover. The book is in the hand writing of Henry S. Merritt, born 1851 at Medina, New York. His father was Levan Merritt and mother Cynthia Patience Loomis Merritt. He went to Chicago in 1869 to start his life in business. His elder brother Charles Merritt moved to Chicago in 1866, had a family and he was very active in the Presbyterian Church. He selected another active Presbyterian, Urilla "Rilla" Clark. for Henry to live with, paying room and board. Rilia's niece Urilla "Rilla" Phelps had also lived with her at a different time than Henry. He must have met her there. Rilla Phelps was the young woman Henry was writing the book for.The book is started in October. 1870. when Henry is nineteen years old and Rilla was also nineteen years old.  

                                          Rilla Phelps    Henry Merritt

A BOOK OF TRAVELS

by Raoul de Merito

Author of "Jottings by the Wayside," "Kingdom Come." "Accidents at Home and Abroad", & Various other Standard Works.

Two Volumes complete m one.

John Smith. Publisher Chicago.

1870

To

Miss R ___________ P____________

A very highly esteemed Friend and Fellow-sufferer, amid the cares and trials of this sub-luminary sphere, these pages are most affectionately inscribed by the

                                                Author

Prepatory to Vol. 1The following pages are extracts from a journal kept by the author, while on a trip through a part of the western country.The records were kept by special request, and may not prove very interesting to the party who made the request.

And yet, to the literary student, and those persons whose minds, when they are deeply interested in some mysterious writing, are inclined to soar away from this terrestrial ball, (in imagination) and wander "afoot or horseback" among the celestial bodies in pursuit of wisdom, these pages may be found to prove of on inestimable value. (????)cherishing this fond hope, the author launches his frail bark and proceeds to business, trusting to some kind fate for safe pilotage over the sea of criticism, till he reaches the haven of rest, and moors his little canoe alongside o' somebody else's.

Introductory.Dear reader, ahem! Allow me ahem! The pleasure of, ahem! Introducing to you the, ahem! the following ahem! Pages ahem - m-m-m.!!!

Volume I" Chapter Chicago to NilesThe reader is probably aware of the sad fact that I am a resident of the wicked city of Chicago, if not, this will prove a good opportunity for finding it outI left there on the 17^e day of October A. D. 1870. With the idea of going round the world on business, and at the same time in the pursuit of pleasure.I indulged my mind with the thought that I was indeed happy, but to dispel from my fancy all such vain ideas, the very heavens put on their mourning apparel, and up to the present time (9 P.M.) have not ceased to shed copious floods of tears over my folly.This nearly convinced me that I was in the wrong, but owing to my perverse nature I stubbornly refused to yield the point, and so kept on in my perversity.Alas. Will man never learn wisdom? 1 never seem to, until it is too late.

Henry Merritt 1910 and son Frank Merritt's family.                         Henry Merritt 1860

Gladly would the writer now turn and retrace his steps. but no, it is too late.   

He must go on now, even if it to death.

Well, to proceed with the narrative. Passing beyond the boundaries of that great city from which I started, the first object of interest which met my eye, was the residence of the estimable lady to whom this literary work is inscribed.

Having a farewell sigh in the direction of sad abode, and wiping a "drop of water" from the corner of my left eye, I was borne onward with the speed of the lightning (or some other lively reptile) till the beautiful little village of Lake was reached.

Here we halted long enough to give our "iron hoss" an opportunity to refresh the "inner hoss”, and lay in a stock of provender sufficiently large to last till we reach the next provision station.

The beauty and importance of this town is so great, that it is but "love's labor lost", as well as a loss of time, ink, and patience to attempt a minute description.

I will say however, in order to aid the reader in forming an idea of the place, that it is very pleasantly (?) situated on a low, marshy and inviting piece of land.

The village is so composed of one grocery, one meat market, one saloon, post office, about a dozen dwellings and the railroad woodsheds and water tank.

The population, I judge, is approximately as follows. viz. About 100 human beings. (counting them as they came to the doors of the houses to see the train go by) three cows, a dozen hogs, five dogs, one cat, and perhaps 150 chickens.

This is the population according to thy census taken from the car window. Further than the above, I have nothing to say on that subject

Leaving this charming, exquisite, beautiful villa in the rear, we soon find ourselves under full headway for the next stopping place.

This, soon reached and found to be a pleasant place, I decide to spend the afternoon wandering through is streets in search of incidents which might prove interesting

The place is called by the inhabitants, "Michigan City", and is located in the northern part of the state of Indiana, on the southern shore of Lake Michigan

After a few moments spent in buttoning up my coat-collar and gathering my packages together ready for a move, I left a very comfortable seat in the car, and screwing up my courage to the highest notch, sallied forth to battle with the elements which were now raging fiercely -- After wading through mud ankle-deep, with the rain pouring down almost by the bucketful, I reached the hotel, which was styled the "Jewell House"

My general appearance very much resembled a rat after it had been dragged through a mud puddle by the tail 1 was so wet that my clothing clung to me "like death to a dead nigger" as the saying is

The name given the hotel was very appropriate

It was indeed a jewel of a house The furniture in the sitting room was as follows, a round table in the center of the room, on which lay a "Chicago Tribune bearing the date of "August 2nd 1870", five rickety chairs, a one armed clock. and a stove elevated on four bricks.

I had hoped that here I could warm and dry myself, but that hope was soon driven from my “buzzun" for I soon discovered that there was no fire in the stove"

The smiling host very likely thought that none was needed, it being a very pleasant day and everybody being perfectly dry and comfortable, especially myself.

(There! That is one string of lies recorded against me, and for which some body will have to give an account).

Giving up the hope of ever being dry again, I drew up a chair and made up my mind to make the best of circumstances, and with this view in mind I sat down (very gracefully, with the extended motion).

It was not my intention to do so, but before I was hardly aware of the fact. I found myself on my hands and knees, with my head close to the stove door I didn't know what I was in that position for, but concluded it was for the purpose of ascertaining buy squinting through the stove door, if there was any possible chance for a fire.

Having decided to my entire satisfaction, I arose from the floor amid the shouts of the audience and turned around.

It was a very easy matter now to see why they were all laughing at me. There in front of me lay the chair which I had attempted to occupy

The front legs had given way the moment I touched it, and hence the attitude of devotion or whatever it was which I assumed.

I did not believe in having all the laugh on my side, and so picked up the chair, examined it a moment, and turning to the smiling host asked him if that was one of the jewels from which the house derived its name.

This had the desired effect, so while the laugh was turned against him, I retired gracefully (not on all fours) from the scene.

But this was only the beginning of incidents. Beyond this the future is all dark and ncertain.

I can safely say however, that hereafter I shall feel of chair before I trust my weight in it.

The afternoon I spent meandering around the town (for pleasure of course) in a most pitiless rain storm Returned to the "Jewell" at supper-time, if possible, in a more drenched condition than when I first darkened the door of that nevertobeforegotten mansion.

At 6^.45 P M I left there, shaking the dust, or rather the mud, from my feet, and took the train for Niles, Michigan, where I now find myself, a register inmate of the "Bond House”.^‑

Nature still weeps over my folly, oh dear, how bad she must feel.  I don't believe all of my human friends would cry so over me.   Well, as it is near the "wee sma hours of the night" I think I will retire from active life, and rest my weary limbs in the arms of Morphemes "Au revouir".

Chapter 2

Niles to Dowagiac

(Oct 18^th)

Having passed a very comfortable night, the writer arose this morning at the early hour of six, and found that “^“dame nature" becoming wearied with her effort to recall one from my foolish undertaking, had ceased to mourn, and was clothed in her finest robes, very likely thinking this time to turn me homeward.

Oh if she only understood what a perverse specimen of human nature I was, seems to rue all this care and anxiety on her part, might be spared.

Although a fanciful duty, I feel hound to say that the "scribe" is beyond all hope.  There goes a welcome sound!  I will explain at the earliest opportunity.

(11:50AM)

Now for an explanation of the sound spoken of above.   It was made by a huge gong, and announced to longing eyes, that a sight at the breakfast table might now be had.

Is necessary to say that I took a look?

Since taking that look, I have passed through various scenes.   The forenoon was spent in visiting

among the business men of the plac.   Found them very sociable as a general thing (?)   Was ordered out of the first three stores that I visited and received a very polite hint to leave seven others.   The people in this country are very kindhearted indeed.

Oh how I would like to live among such noble, high-minded, generous, good wholesouled people as they.

The most appropriate thing I can say of them and their hospitality is expressed in the words of the well known "Crusoe"   "Better dwell in the midst of alarms. Than live in such a horrible place".

Notwithstanding all this, I must endure a little more of their kindness (?) as soon as they have had an opportunity to return from, their noon's rest.

(1 30 P.M.)

There! Thank fortune my labors in this town are ended, and now I am trying to wait patiently for an opportunity to leave.

The first chance will be at 8 15 P M. Query "Will my patience hold out till then?”  I fear "Nix cum arruse." And for the following good reasons, viz. I find myself just one day behind a fellow who is engaging in the same business as myself and I am rather anxious to head him off, as it is very unpleasant to have any one ahead in this kind of traffic

If I can get sight of the "crathur" there will probably be some lively skirmishing done.

(7:45 P. M )

Just as I expected. at 2 P M the last ounce of my patience (it is so great, that I mete it out by the pound) took its departure, and left me in a state of great disquietude -

With a long, dreary^- afternoon before me I was on the point of giving myself up to despair or something else, worse.

Finally better thoughts came over my mind, and I concluded to go out and hunt up some kind of excitement.

Suiting the action to the thought I started on my tour of inspection.   It was a lovely afternoon. The atmosphere warm and sky perfectly clear.

Nearly the first thing which met my gaze was a large livery stable.  It immediately occurred to my mind  "What a grand afternoon to ride out in the country." No sooner thought than acted upon.

So crossing the street, I entered the office and ordered a "Coach and six, with colored driver to match" After waiting a few moments a very neat looking nigg drove up to the door.

Upon inquiry I was told "that is the team you are to drive sir” - As I ordered a colored driver, this raised a question as to my color, and I must say that the hue of my benign countenance being unmistakably of a very light color,  I felt myself highly insulted

The first impulse of the moment, was, to give the speaker a challenge to mortal combat on the spot, weapons anything but pulling hair--After hesitating a moment I thought better of the matter, and concluded that the fellow was not worth a thrashing, and so mounted to my seat, and drove off.

After driving about over the most beautiful country for about an hour and a half, I came to the conclusion that it was about time to return, and so turned around just at the foot of a rather lofty hil.  l I wanted to go up to the top and take an observation of the country surrounding, but thought it would hardly pay to go up, then right down again, so I turned and went back in the direction from which I came.

After driving in this direction for more than an hour, and seeing no signs of near approach to Niles, I concluded to ascertain from the first person I met how much farther I must go.

Seeing a man some distance ahead of me, I hurried on and having overtaken him, addressed him thus "Friend, how far is it to Niles?" He asked, "Is that where you are going?"   I answered, "I have some notion of going there. " He replied, "Well sir, you turn square around and go back just ten miles, and you will get there. " I thanked him for this consoling and refreshing information, and turning about went back to "whar I kum from”.

In due time I came to the foot of the hill where I had turned around nary three hours before.

This time I went on till I reached the top, and there on the other side, lay the town for which I had been looking nearly half the afternoon.

Imagine my feelings tf you can, when I found myself so nicely sold.

Fortune favoring me, I reached my first starting point a little after 6 P. M.    The balance of the time before the train was due, I managed to pass through a very comfortably.  And now vou will find me on my way to Dowagiac.

Chapter 3'^d

Dowagiac to Kalamazoo

(Oct 19^th)

Well, I'm here has anyone any objections?   "If so, let 'em speak now or never hereafter hold 'eru peace”.

I dot dare to speak the name of the place again, for my jaws are very much out of shape with practicing, . and I have good reason to fear that one more trial would ruin them entirely.

The conductor on the train has a very peculiar mouth, and I was told that it was owing to the "efforts made in attempting to throw out the various sounds composing the name of this place ".

"A word to the wise & c"

I arrived here last evening at 9 1/2 o'clock, and put up at the "Hight House".

A very appropriate name judging from the numerous flights of stairs up which I was led, when gong to my room.

Also, not quite so appropriate judging from other matters.

Froze to death three times, (actual count) before morning.   Arose at 6:30 A M and found it raining again.   Prospects for pleasure beginning to drop in value.

After a muddy walk through the town, during which I was entirely wet through. I finally finished my work at 3 o'clock P. M. precisely, and am now on the "anxious seat," again waiting for a chance to go ahead again, which I find upon inquiry will be 9:30 P.M 5 hours to wait

Oh dear me!   Oh-h-h!

There! I have that exhausting sign oat four o'clock gist. Since then I have been trying to recover from the bad effects which it produced upon me.  After trying various methods I succeeded, and by a streak of good tuck managed to pass the five hours oft without any trouble.

By mere chance I met an old acquaintance on the street, and found that he was living in town with   his family, and of course I went home with him to dinner.

Oh how I did enjoy that dinner! The first good one I had tasted since leaving home, Shall I say how much I took away from the table with me^?   Modesty forbids.

Well I now find myself on the train bound for Kalamazoo, where I hope to arrive safely.

I have concluded that it is useless, trying to overtake my adversary, as he goes in an opposite direction from me when we leave Kalamazoo.

Still I would like to get a sight of him just once.  I don’t know what I would do if we were to meet, but after the harm he has done me, I am afraid a certain persons bag of samples would come down on his head to say the least.  He took the precaution to clear up as he went along, so that no one else could do anything.

This is another very consoling incident which I am greeted.

I see we are nearing the next stopping place and so I will close chapter the third. wondering what will happen next.

Chap - .4^th

(Oct 20^°)

"Kal-l-l-a-a-a-m-zoo -o-o!"

If you can speak that name without losing your breath, then you can tell all inquiring friends where the subscriber is at this identical moment.

Don’t try it unless you are longwinded.

(Oct 2l^st)

I had very nearly dropped off into unconsciousness when the above unearthly sound greeted my ears.  It is needless to say that I started up at once to learn the cause of such an uproar.

On looking out of the car window I saw that we were just on the point of stopping at a depot.   Not quite sure whether I had been asleep and carriedl by my stopping place or not.  I hurried out of the car and looked around to see where I was.

Looking up at the sign over the door of the depot, I found that I was in Kalamazoo and all right.

Very much rejoiced at my discovery, I jumped into a "Bus" and was soon landed at the "Burdick House", where I am now residing.

(Oct 2lst, 11 P M.)

Fortune favoring me greatly I finished my labors arid pleasure trips in and around Kalamazoo, and left there at 7 55 P.M. last evening, and arrived here at 8:30 P.M. (Three Rivers, Mich ) in good shape with no broken bones or demolished heads.  Getting into a miserable apology for a carriage, containing four passengers beside myself, we were, after a hard struggle on the part of the horses, dragged up a long hill and landed at the "Three Rivers House".

This is a very old building. The landlord informed me that it was built when the town was nothing more than a "trading post" with the Indians, and at that time was considered as being on the "frontier".   From all appearances the old shanty might have come from Noah's Ark.

Well I guess I will drop this work now and finish it when I get to Elkhart, Indiana, which is my next stopping place.

(Oct 22nd, Elkhart)

Arrived here last evening safely, but very tired.   Weary, footsore, and travelstained.   Oh, what a pitiable looking wretch!

Weil, now I have an item to record which will, perhaps prove of some interest to the reader.   It occurred at "Three Rivers".

I had been rather congratulating myself on being so fortunate in regard to accidents, indeed, my pride had nearly run away with me.  But alas! Never was saying more true than that "Pride goeth before a fall.

I stood on the platform at the depot waiting for the train which was already five minutes overdue. Note­book and pencil in hand. I stood at the extreme corner of the platform, (which was two or three feet from the ground) leaning against a post.

I had become so absorbed in my literary work, that I had entirely forgotten where I was.

Presently the train came in sight, and as it drew up in front of the depot, I stepped back to avoid being knocked over by the cars.  But as I found out afterwards it was only "stepping from the frying pan into the fire," for the next moment after moving, I was measuring my length in the sand with a rather extended kind of motion.

After fully satisfying myself that I was (illegible) 5 feet I 1 inches "hed ter jut when laid out”^-, and counting the numerous stars which suddenly made their appearance, I arose amid the shouts of the bystanders, who probably thought it a queer sight to see a man of my length.

First, I "gathered up the fragments that nothing might be lost,” (excuse the quotation) they consisted of valise, hat, book, pencil & c.

Secondly, I disposed of part of the sand which I had picked up, and thirdly, I got on the train as quick as was convenient and very soon was "gittin out o' that" as a little fellow once said.

This incident happened I presume, in order to remind me of a similar catastrophe which befell an acquaintance of mine a few days since.

Just as if I would be likely to forget it so soon.

I have thought several times since how somebody would have laughed, had somebody seen me as I laid on my back studying astronomy.

I wonder if somebody will laugh or smile on reading the account of it

I can imagine just how a certain face will look, and how a certain person will say "There! Now I guess we

Are even.”

In spite of the above exciting adventure I reacted this place safely and am now in a condition to receive any further developments.

Chap 5^th

Elkhart & Laporte

(Laporte Oct 23rd)

Arrived here last night from Elkhart, at about 6 o'clock very tired.

Nothing of very great importance occurred from the time I left Three Rivers till just as I was leaving Elkhart, then I had the pleasure of losing one of my valises.  It turned out that I left it at the hotel, so I was obliged to put back after it.   By a streak of good luck I got back just in time to catch the train as it was leaving the depot

Nothing further happened to mar my very beautiful prospects, so I now find myself an occupant of a room on the fourth floor of the “Merrill House".

This is the last place at which I stop before reaching the house which I left on the 17⁶ day of October "Anno Domini" one thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine [crossed out] seventy.

The world which I started to citcumnavigate will prove a very small one I guess.

Can it be that the long and pleasant (?) trip which I started out upon is so near an end?

Tis even so.   Alas' How time flieth, doant it?

My work will soon be over now, and I shall go home in peace, or more likely in pieces.

No more shall I ride among the hills and vales of Michigan and lose the way when it is right before my eyes.   Never again shall I crown myself with glory (rather a dusty crown of glory) at the romantic town of Three Rivers.

Sad thoughts come stealing over me when I think of many pleasant adventures through which I shall never pass again.

However, such is life.

Today being Sunday, I remained in my room nearly all day.

Not a single opportunity to distinguish myself has been presented.

A short time before supper l was wicked enough to go out for a short ride.   The weather was so pleasant that I could not resist the temptation.   This time I did not lose the way, but had a delightful ride, though rather lonely.

I thought several times, how pleasant it would be if somebody was along to enjoy it with me.

This evening I went to St. Paul's Episcopal Church to atone in part for my not going in the morning, and for being so wicked in the afternoon. (Was'nt I a good little boy?)

Heard a very good, and also a very applicable sermon.

The church was large enough to seat about 400 persons very comfortably, still in spite of the pleasant weather and large church there were 27 persons present including the Rev.

After the preliminary services, the clergyman arose to deliver his sermon He looked around at the meager attendance, hesitated a few moments and then gave this text, "And yet there is room ".   Somehow it hit me in the "Phunny spot" for before I was aware of it a very broad smile came over my countenance, or to use the words of the renowned "J.B.”    " I smole a gastly smile "

Imagine my appearance at that moment if you can.

The whole discourse applied very nicely to the case in question, and I enjoyed it very much.

It now being pretty near the "we sma hours" I shall take my departure for the land of repose. Hoping to reach it in safety I remain "yours truly".   "Raoul"

(Oct 21th 4 P.M. )

There! My work is now finished and I must say that I feel very much relieved.

I've gone the round, With many a bound, I've fought the fight, The victory won,  The goal is in sight, I'll go home with a run.

The above explosion of literary attainment is very easily explained.

The country around here is very romantic, and the people rather poetical.  The disease is very contagious, at least the people here think so.   I have been among them for some time, and hence the result.

I hope no one will misinterpret the foregoing explanation, for I do not wish to be looked upon as being of a poetical turn of mind naturally.

For it is against the laws of nature, for one of the Merito family to wander so far out of the course of everyday life.

Undoubtedly I shall not be affected thusly alter my return to the steady little village which I started, just one short week ago.

Well, there goes the "Curfew bell".   This is not the one with which Grey "tolled the Knell of parting day," but it is the one with which our landlord tolls the knell of sundry viands which are about to take their departure from his festive board.

Would you like a "bill of fare'" Well if you can restrain your curiosity which 1 am gone for one you shall have it

(5:15 P.M.)

1 have succeeded in disposing of a fair supper, and now I will give you the "bill of fare," and let you judge whether it is a fair bill or not.

Soup.

Hash!' Beefsteak,

Boiled Potatoes,

Mashed Potatoes, Pork,

Sweet Potatoes,

Boiled Mackerel, Mush,

Dessert ,

Apple Pie, Apple Pudding,

Apples

There, how is that for a list to choose from?l

One certainly ought to make a good dinner out of such a variety.

The landlord was determined that we should have apples in some shape for dessert.

We now I think I will gather up my things, and turn my face toward the depot, as it is nearly time for the train.

I shall soon be at home again now and Oh, aint I glad? Perhaps not.

Now I am in the depot waiting very patiently for the train, which I judge fin the movements outside is very near.   Yes, there it is.

So fare well now till I get seated on the train.   Oh dear! Oh dear!   I feel so queer, it must be because I am so near home.

Chap.  6th  Conclusion

On the train homeward bound.   Now I really feel as though my pleasure trip was about finished.

(Home 10:30 P.M.)

‘Tis done.   The last obstacle overcome and here I am, where?

Why, sitting on the foot of my bed and scribbling away as if it were a matter of life and death. Just before we reached the city, we were treated to a grand sight, in the shape of a prairie fire.   It covered a space of not less than two hundred acres.

The flames leaping into the air presented a sight which is not to be seen every day.

After reaching the city I found my way to a restaurant and having disposed of a good supper, came down to the house, and found all things lovely, so I took up my abode here again.

Finally, your most obedient sarvint has had a very pleasant journey, enjoying it very much, in spite of the many unpleasant affairs occurring every day.

lie hopes now soon to see his old friends again, and also hopes that they will be willing to see him, at a distance at least. if not face to face

After a great deal of deliberation and serious thought I gave this work the name which it now bears, being unable to find anything which seemed more appropriate.

The author hopes that the work will meet the approbation of the person for whom it was compiled.

After all the labor and anxiety spent in collecting and arranging the various items of interest, it would be, but "loves labor lost" if the work were not appreciated.

It is not quite certain now, how soon the second volume will appear. It will doubtless make its appearance ere many years have passed.

The time has now arrived when I must say adieu for a time at least, and so dear reader

Fare thee well, And if forever, Then forever Fare thee well.

End of Vol. I

De Mento's Book

of Travels

Volume 2nd

Dedicated same as Vol. 1^st

Prepatory to Vol. 2

It is with various kinds of "pheelinks" that the author enters upon the labor of arranging and placing in book form the contents of the second volume of this work.

Time has wrought many sad changes of affaits since the last time he laid down his pen lie has grown older and it is to be hoped. wiser Friends have come and gone upon the ever hurrying tide of time, but he still abides in the land of the living

New acquaintances

have been formed, and old friendships have grown cold; but there is a satisfaction in knowing that there is one friend who still proves true, the one to whom these pages are inscribed.

With such a friend, the author enters fearlessly upon the task now before him, and with a stein heart proceeds to work

Chap 1^st   

On the road

(Dec. 30^th, 1870)

After a season of rest and retirement from the literary world, I now come forth from my seclusion and begin the composition of volume number two.

The nature of this volume will be very much the same as that of the first.   It differs in this respect, viz Vol First is a kind of skeleton history of a trip around the world which I undertook, but concluded to abandon as an unprofitable work.

While Vol. Second is a more explicit account of a trip eastward for the purpose of visiting the home of my youthful days, and also for seeing my ma.

For a time now I shall consider myself as some one beside the author.   So come on reader and "you and I" will take the liberty to intrude ourselves upon his presence until we find him on the train leaving for parts unknown, or some where else.

Having decided to commit this dark deed, and prepared ourselves therefor, we now find ourselves in a closet with the door just enough ajar to allow us to sec what is going on in the author's room without being seen by him.

Time 4:30 A.M. Dec 31st

It is still quite dark in the room, daylight not having made its appearance yet.   We have stood in this closet for some tittle, anxiously watching for signs of life in a dark object lying on the bed in the farther corner of the room.

Presently it begins to move, and from the various motions and mutterings, we observe that it is a human being.

Now he (yes it is a he) beats the air wildly with his arms, then he subsides into a long, sleepy yawn.

And now by means of a few rapid motions, we see him transfixed from a sleeping "Ajax" into a very respectable young gent, waiting patiently for the breakfast bell to ring.   And now we see very plainly that he is no other than ^-Raoul de Merirto." the hero of this story.

While he is waiting for the summons to appear before the festive board, let us take a closer stew of him.

First we observe that he has white eyes, red hair, turn up nose, and small, bullet shaped head, and a very puny mouth

Oh!   What a handsome young man!   It is a great wonder that he has remained a bachelor so long, being so handsome.

Having, taken a good view of the man, let us now notice what he is doing.

Drawing a large arm chair up before the stand, he takes a seat and leans his head over on his hands and is soon lost in deep thought.

Probably thinking of how soon he will be again separated from his best  friends. We sympathize with him deeply don’t we?

After he __ this position for some time, he suddenly rouses up and begins to gather up his packages preparatory for starting off on his journey the moment he finishes his morning repast.

Having gathered his things (anybody who has traveled will know what we mean by things ) all into one place, coat, hat and gloves, being nicely laid out on the bed, so that everything can be caught up in a moment's notice, he again seats himself before the stand and goes off into "lostness".

This time he makes a short stay.   In a moment he starts up, and putting his hand in his breast pocket takes out a neat little package, tied with a pink ribbon.

In this package is an envelope and card tied together with another pink ribbon.

This seems to be the object for which he was searching, for he proceeds to open it, but stops very suddenly, and returns the package to his pocket, saying, “^-No, I will do just as I promised, so Mr Raoul you just restrain your curiosity a while longer".

Then he walks up to the glass, looks at himself a moment and then turns to a chair and sitting down, soliloquizes thusly --

"Yes, a very inquisitive sort of fellow you are.   You would like to see the contents of that package, would'nt you?

Well if you think I will let your curiosity be gratified before you are ten miles front here, you have mistaken the kind of a man you have to deal with.   So just keep your impatience under your foot until the time comes, and then you will enjoy the sight a great deal better.   To speak the plain truth I think you are the most orful, wicked, un________”_.

This fearful scolding, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the breakfast bell. The speaker jumps up, brushes his hair and leaves the room.

We now lose sight of him for a time, so we will come out from our hiding place, and let him proceed with the story himself, at his leisure.

Chapter 2nd

Still on the Road

Well, at last the reader will now find me on the train, flying eastward with great we-los-sitty.

And now to relate my experience from the time I left the breakfast table up to the present moment.

Having procured a stock of provisions large enough to last me till my journey is over, I took m} departure from the dining-room and going to my own, gathered up my various packages and putting on my coat and hat, proceeded to make my adieux and depart in peace.

Just as I had said "good bye" for the last time, and was going out the door, my feelings were too much for me, and the red tears began to stream from my nasal organ.  (In other words I had the nosebleed.)

Of course I was obliged to wait for this burst of "phelinks" to become subdued.

While it was subduing, I had the great pleasure of seeing the train which was to take me to the city go whizzing by.   It finally gave up to common sense and left me just an hour and ten minutes in which to go five miles to the city and procure my ticket, make sundry other preparations and get the eastern train, which in order to retain my good opinion, delayed starting for over a full half hour.

When I arrived in the city it was raining quite hard, which was very agreeable, considering the fact that I had on my Sundaygotorneeting suit and no umbrella.

After considerable trouble and vexation, I reached the train, and disposed of myself for a long ride.   The train at last began to move and I found myself really on the way.

Passing out of the city, I waved a last farewell with my handkerchief, at two different houses In the first, lived my nearest relatives, in the second the best friend that I possess.

As my parting salute was not answered by either, I reentered the car, and with a heavy aching, heart settled down in my seat, and engaged in writing a story book. if any body feels in the least "out of sorts" I would advise them to write a storybook, it has such a soothing influence on the mind.

The train was drawn by two engines all the way through Michigan.   I accounted for this by the heaviness of my heart, or baggage, I hardly knew which.

On the way, we passed through many of the towns spoken of in Vol I.   No incidents worth recording occurred till we reached the city of Marshall in Mich.

The railroad here as it enters the city, runs paralell with the wagon road coming in from the country.   A farmer is seen driving along this road with a load of pork.

Probably wondering how much his piggies will bring him in money, and trying to calculate how much land he can add to his farm with the proceeds of the sale, or perhaps he is trying to decide whether he will buy a new hat or a new suit of clothes, both by the way need replenishing.

Suddenly the "Iron horse" gives a long and shrill snort, as if challenging his fleshy brothers to participate in a race.

The fleshy brothers being high spirited and ignoring such an insignificant challenge start off and are soon far ahead of the iron monster.  They however leave their marks, as they go flying into the city.

Here we see a very sedate looking porker lying across the road as if he would keep everything and everybody from passing.  A little farther we see a more jovial looking "kreeter" with his head boned in a snow bank, and heels high in the air, doubtless mistaking himself for a milepost.

Still further on we come upon five more of the same family.

These have arranged themselves in single file in the middle of the road.   They very likely intended to march in to the city and take it by storm.

I am very sure they will not succeed, for only one is able to stand on his feet.

The rest are reclining, two on their backs, one on its right side and one on its left.

Nothing more is seen of that farmer and his load of pork until we arrive at the depot.  Here is seen a pile of rubbish which looks as though it might once have been a sleigh, and from under it a swine's snout is seen protruding.

Near by stand two horses tossing their heads and pawing the ground.

Among the crowd of bystanders we recognize our friend the farmer.

From the general appearance of the scene we conclude that the horses were a little too fast for the sleigh and pork, hence the great catastrophe.   There is just time for one hasty glance and then we are off again "riding on a rail".   Nothing else of interest happened before reaching Detroit.   Here were cross the river on a large ferryboat.   We arrived at about 7 o'clock.  

After some time spend in changing from the train to the boat, a great deal of shouting, and the general rush which always attends the pleasure of changing cars, the order is given "Haul in the plank." "Cast off the bow line." and with a strain of machinery we are steaming across the river.

The ice is very thick and it is with great difficulty that the boat pushes through it.

As it plows along, the roar of the large cakes of ice as they strike the side of the boat is almost deafening.

About half way across the river, which is a mile wide at this point, the boat turns from the straight course and stokes into the solid ice For a very short distance it goes quite easily, then slower and slower till it comes to a full stop.   The ice is too thick.

But, the captain is not to be beaten in that manner.   The boat backs out, and getting on a full head of steam, goes in again.   This time with a loud crash the ice gives way, and in a few moments more we are landed at the wharf.   Now comes the excitement of a rush for seats on the train.

These exciting scenes we will leave for the third Chapter to describe.

By permission of the reader of course.

Chapter 3rd Through Canada

At the close of the preceding chapter, we were just landed at the wharf on the Canadian side of the Detroit river.

A great excitement immediately follows. The crowd rushes for the train, which stands near by, in order to procure seats.

They are promptly stopped by "Her Mage-jesty's" police, who are on hand for that purpose.   This action impromptly followed by cursing and a general "melee".

Just at this critical moment the train starts ahead a few feet, and the crowd thinking that the train is off for sure, excitement increases, and the police being overpowered the crowd rushes headlong for the cars which are soon filled.

The writer haying traveled over the route a good many times, had learned frorn experience the way in which to avoid all the above trouble, and acting upon that knowledge had taken a round-about way was not comfortably seated in the car watching the proceedings outside.

I guess somebody would have laughed to see the droll performances of some persons while trying to secure seats.

As the train starts up, a man is seen running after the train, and carrying fourteen ( 14) band-boxes (this is actual count).   He yells frantically after the train, "Heigh there, Stop that machine'" The "machine" stops of course, and turning toward the boat, he cries out. "Hurry up there Mariar Jane or your’ll git left. As a matter of course "Mariar" puts forth all her energy, and succeeds in her efforts to reach the goal.

I had been watching the proceedings from the window and taking notes; on turning round I discovered fourteen bandboxes steering straight for the seat which I was in.

As it was the only scat in the car which was riot full, I realized the situation at once and in less time than it takes to write it, I was stretched out at full length on the seat, and fast asleep (?).

In my sleep I felt some one give me a push. but all this did not wake me (?) so I went on dreaming and thought I heard some one say "Never min, he is an infernal hog any way ".

Under the circumstances I preferred to be a hog, and so slept on.

 Oh! Such pleasant dreams as I had.

I thought sonic evil spirit was pursuing me, and every few moments it would get near enough to hit me on the arm or head, still for some reason I could not wake up.

After a time the speerit left me and I slept quietly I woke at last to find everything quite, except the train, which was flying through Queen Victoria's domain as if chased by death itself.

After taking a general view of the situation, I now prepare myself for a long weary night of travel.

 It is said that "misery loves company”.

Oh how I would love company now if I only had it.   But the privilege is denied me. So I must make the best of it.   So I guess I will lay aside my literary affairs, and depart for the land of "Nod", so farewell.     

R-

Chapter 4th

The arrival Home

After finishing the last Chapter, "yours most truly" subsided into a troubled sleep.  Dreams and visions of varied character flitted before my mind.

One moment I was in the midst of a fearful railroad disaster the next I was at home and receiving the glad welcome of dear relatives.

Then for some offence unknown to me, I was an inmate of a "Reform School" with but one friend near me.   I was satisfied with the situation however, for it was my dearest friend who was by me in this hour of trial (?).

I was suddenly aroused to consciousness, only to find my dreams an illusion and myself a poor, forlorn creature all alone, and far away from home and friends, without a soul to whisper a word of comfort in my ear, or a kind hand to wipe away the bitter tear of loneliness.

(Dec 31st)

Thus I passed the long weary hours of the night, until 4:30 A.M. when I was startled by the following welcome sound, or rather exclamation "Suspension Bridge, change cars for Rochester!"

Oh how rejoiced I was to hear that!   How I was within thirty-five miles of my destination, and in one hour more would be among friends again.   That hour was soon ended, and with a joyous heart I found myself at my journey's end.

And now, at nine o'clock on the morning of December first Anno domini one thousand eight hundred and seventy [should be January first Anno domini one thousand eight hundred and seventy-one].

I find myself seated by the same stand which once held my books, when I worried my brain to find out how much the sum of 2 & 2 amounted to.

This t!me I find myself jotting down in my note book, some of the many incidents of travel.

My ride of 530 miles, being ended, I arrived here safely and surprised everybody except my paternal relative, whom I had informed previously of my coming.

As an account of the proceedings after my arrive may possibly prove interesting to somebody I will give it here.

As I reached the house rather early in the morning, father was the only person who was prepared to receive me.  He opened the door for me, but in doing so, the noise made, aroused my "Alma Mater" who was soon on the ground to receive company.

After the first commotion was over, I proceeded to prepare a sudden shock for the remainder of the family.   The following was the "modus operandi.

I placed my hat and one valise on the piano where they would be seen the moment the hall door was opened.

Then drawing a chair up in from of the door I placed my overshoes in it, and threw my overcoat over the back.

Matters being thus arranged, I placed the broomstick by the side of the chair, and retired to the dining-room to await developments.

I did not wait long, for in a few moments the hall door opened and I heard the exclamation "Well I declair” Where's Bub" (Bub is a pet name of mine, by the way).   The speaker soon found out where Bub was.   But to get hold of him was another thing.

After a lively chase around the room, they came together and what a k--- modesty forbids.

I dare not put that scene in print for fear that the other party might not like it, but if any of my readers with further particulars, I will, upon application, describe or demonstrate as may be preferred.

Soon after this commotion had been quieted the younger of the three sisters with whom the writer is blessed, made her appearance.   Another scene similar to the one mentioned above, followed her advent.

Scarcely had scene number two closed, ere the second sister made her appearance on the field.  This daring act of hers, was followed by a noise as of a young earthquake.

At the close of this act, several chairs were lying on the floor in any position but the proper one, and two or three persons were laughing so heartily that the tears ran down their cheeks in streams.

Finally the youngest brother made his 'debut "

This closing scene of the programme was more quiet than the former ones.

Thus closed one of the important periods of my life, but it will be a long time before I shall obtain the forgiveness for my part in the performances.

Three young ladies had made arrangements to meet me at the depot this afternoon, and act as escort to the house, but I spoiled their plans, and I fear, injured their feelings beyond forgiveness.

All this arises from my propensity to be forever teasing some one.

It would serve me right to be punished this time.    I know a somebody who thinks so too.   I wonder if the reader knows of anybody who thinks likewise.

While deciding I will go on to Chapter 5^th

Chapter 5^th

The first week at Home

(Jan'y 1st^*, 1871)

This chapter may be longer than the preceding ones, as there is a whole week's proceedings to relate before closing it.

If however it is so long that the reader becomes weary while perusing, then my most earnest advise would be to cast it into the fire immediately.

Today being Sunday and also the first day in the New Year, the thought occurred to me that it might possibly be a good plan to turn over a new leaf in my book, and begin the 20^th volume of my life with the record of good deeds.

With this purpose uppermost in my mind, I arose very early (^?) this morning. (9 1/2 o'clock) and having made my preparations to attend church, I sat down to explain a difficult Sunday school lesson to my brother (Good deed No I ).

The balance of the time before going to church was occupied in teasing and bothering those three sisters of mine at every opportunity (Good deeds Nos, 2,3,4,5,6.7,8,9,10 and on "ad indinitum").

After a short walk the party enters the edifice called "St John's Episcopal Church," and are lost to view.

I would invite the reader to a seat with them, but for the reason that a very dry sermon is on the programme, and I fear the intended kindness would be taken as an insult, therefore I hold my peace.

After the lapse of an hour and a half the party emerges from the church and return homeward.

The forward couple of the party seem to be having a very gay time of it.   This is the way it looks to those who are behind, but a person who could have the good fortune to be near enough to see and hear all, would think differently.

Such exclamations as "Oh!' Stop pinching my arm, Oh! I'll never Oh! walk with you again so long Oh' As I live Oh".

This threat puts an end to the performance for a time, and they reach home without any further trouble.

To keep up my reputation for being a "good boy" for one day at least in my life, I attended church again this afternoon, and also this evening.

This afternoon d attended the Presbyterian Church, or rather services.  They are holding their services in the Methodist Church for the present, their own building having been burned down a week ago.

This evening I went to the Baptist "meetin".

The reason for dividing my attention in this manner among the different religious societies was principally as follows.   Being a distinguished, as well as recent arrival in the place, it was thought best, after long and thoughtful deliberation, either to stay at home altogether or else divide my attention a little, in order to avoid causing any jealousy.

The town being a small one, an important arrival is very soon noticed, and if the person arriving shows the least partiality, he brings down upon his head the everlasting wrath of the offended parties.

As I wished to remain in the place for some time, I thought "discretion was the better pan of valor”. And so acted accordingly.

(Jan’y 2^nd)

Today being the day for making New Year calls, I had fully decided to try my hand at the business, but the thought suddenly shot through my cranium, that in this country it was also ^“washing day", and therefore for fear of interrupting the operation in that line among my many lady friends I concluded that it would be good policy to postpone the duties of the day to some more convenient season.

I hardly think however that I should have made that decision if it had not been for those three sisters.   They positively forbade my leaving the house during the day, and so rather than incur their displeasure I gealded the point and prepared myself to "secure calls".

After waiting long and anxiously, we (or rather they meaning the three sisters) received their first, last, and only call.

One single, solitary gent strayed away from his mother’s apron strings and wandered to our door, of course those three young ladies would not be so heartless as to turn the "lost duckling" away, so the doors were opened to him.

When they called on me to help them receive that call. I positively refused to be seen.

This action was in retaliation for their denying me the privilege of making calls on my own account, and I have no doubt that the course taken was duty appreciated.

One thing I know, my piece of cake at the supper table that night was very small, and my tea was sweetened with salt instead of sugar.

Various other little incidents of this kind served to remind one of my sin in refusing to receive calls.

I bore them all with very good grace till I found a pin in my chair when I sat down by the stove to read the evening paper.

This hurt my feelings very much indeed, and I concluded that next time I would be more careful how I refused to comply with the united request of three young ladies.

Thus ended the third day of my visit

(Jan'y 3rd)

Becoming tired of remaining quietly at home so long, I concluded this morning to go out on a tour of inspection through the town.

The weather was too cold for pleasure and so I thought I would postpone that plan till a more convenient time.

As I did not like to go home with no adventure to relate, I turned into a dentists and occupied his chair for a half an hour, while he played his liveliest tune one of the largest teeth of which I am the happy owner.

Having this bold adventure to relate, I turned homeward.

Passing the house where an old friend lived, and knowing that friend to be quite sick I thought I would call, and did so.

Stayed there about half an hour and then went home through a driving snowstorm.

The afternoon was spent at home visiting & c.

Getting tired of that business, I went to work, to correspond with absent friends.

I spent about three hours at this kind of employment and wrote four long epistles. Wrote the longest and probably the best to somebody I shant tell who.

Two old schoolmates spent the evening with us.   The time was passed as we used to pass it when going to the district school.

This was when the world looked upon us as little folks.

We all felt gay and young again, so it was decided that we should have one of our genuine, old fashioned sprees.

We began by playing the well known game of "Thumbs up".   This was followed by numerous other games of the same nature.   Becoming tired of this kind of amusement, we next joined in a "molasses candy pull," in which there was no fun of course (?)

The night being "far spent^” when this part of the programme was completed, it was decided to close the evening's entertainment with one of our most favored games of the years gone by.

It was known by the very modest name of "Three times sq-uat”.

I beg pardon for bringing the name before the public in this manner, but it is the only cognomen by which the game was known in those days, beside being the most appropriate which could be chosen.

After this performance "your humble servant" closed the day's, or rather nights work by "seeing the ladies home".

The reader can guess what an agreeable labor this was, when I explain that a furious snow storm was raging, and the weather very cold, and in addition to this, one of the ladies lived fully three fourths of a mile from our house.

As may he supposed, I survived the great trial, and feel just as well I think, now that it is all over with.

I was very strongly tempted before reaching home, to dispose of myself in such a way that I would never travel through another such storm.   But when I thought of the many broken hearts, which would be the result of such a movement, and especially the one which is waiting anxiously for the completion of this work, my own heart shrank from the undertaking, and I returned home, with the resolution to try and bear up under my trials a little longer for the sake of friends.

(Jan)^. 4^th)

As one of the results of the decision which I made last evening, I am now seated at my writing desk, struggling for the completion of this work of the brain.

I spent this afternoon in calling upon old friends.   A great many had to look twice before recognizing me. Others had been so generous as to forget me entirely.

"Alas' Alas! How soon we ish forgotten when we ish gone.”   I wonder if I will meet with the same treatment when I return to my present home.   If such proves the fact, my heart will be indeed broken.

I have very little fear of that result however, for I think I know my Chicago friend's too well, to stand in danger of misconduct on their part.

(Jan 5th)

This has been an eventful day in my life.

To start with I have been smart, if I may be allowed to say so.

I arose at the very fashionable hour of eight and a half o'clock, and breakfasted at nine.

Made my appearance at the dinner table at the fashionable hour of three.   Is’^.nt that smartness! Three young ladies here, tell me it is.

This evening I thought it advisable to dissipate a little by attending a Sunday school festival.

Having procured company for the evening I proceeded to the hall, and had just began to enjoy myself hugely, when I was notified that my services were wanted by certain young ladies.

Upon inquiry I learned that they wished me to assist them in "setting tables^-:”‘.

Being perfectly at home in this vocation I immediately went to work and in a very short time had the tables arranged to the perfect satisfaction of everyone concerned.

The balance of the evening was spent in amusing the company according to the best of my ability.

When the time came for the company to leave, I retired to the dressing-room, and having put on my overcoat and hat, started to go home, when my departure was delayed by the following salutation,

^“Come Sir Merito, you must stay and help us wash dishes ".   As the command came from one of the ladies, it was hard to refuse, so I proceeded to extricate myself from the situation by offering to "wipe the dishes" not having the least idea that the proposition would be accepted.

To my surprise the ladies took me at my word, and in a moment I was arrayed in an immense Kitchen apron, and before I was hardly aware of the situation found myself busily engaged in the work of washing or wiping (I hardly know which) some two or three hundred pieces of crockery.

By the help of some four or five persons who understood culinary labors better than myself, we finished the task about twelve o'clock, and I reached home about half ^-past one, fully decided never to put myself forward at a Sunday school festival, again.

I shall probably adhere to this decision as I live, unless I die a little sooner.

(Jan 6^th)

This being the last day of the first week of my visit here, I passed the time in a miscellaneous sort of way.

During the forenoon I wrote two letters, read and disposed aquae a number of apples and doughnuts.

The afternoon was occupied in calling on various friends of former days.

In the evening I was a good little boy, and went to a Methodist prayer meeting with my maternal relative on mother's side.

During the prayer of an aged "brother,” I was very much alarmed to hear him ask for a "special blessing to rest upon the young brother who is by chance with us tonight ".   And immediately after those words, to hear two loud "amens" echo through the church.

I was frightened nearly to death, and could scarcely believe that the invocation was meant for me, still feeling the need of it, I accepted without any murmur.

The most I feared was, that I would be called upon to "speak in meetin”.    Had this happened, I think I should have sunk through the floor, in case there was a knothole handy.

The brethren spared my modesty however, and I lived to reach home once more. With this scene the first week of my visit closes and also Chapter 5^th of this work -

Chapter 6th Lots of Notes

(Jan 7"^s)

This has been a rather stormy day.   A very cold wind blowing from the east, accompanied with considerable snow.

I was prudent enough to remain at home in the forenoon, and probably should have done likewise in the afternoon if it had not been fete my father, who seemed determined to get me to go out.

First he tried to have me go to the post-office, and on my refusing to do this he tried several other ways equally as successful. Finally he dared me to take a walk, and began to twit one of being unable to stand a little cold.

As I had seen some pretty cold weather, and stood it without flinching I thought I would just take the conceit out of him a little, and so consented, on condition that we should go in the direction which I might choose.

Not being suspected capable of playing sharp. I gained that point, and we started out.   I took a course directly east.   After walking a short distance, my companion proposed that we should change our course as it would be warmer, walking in the other direction.

I refused to turn about till he was fully satisfied that I could endure as much cold as anyone else.   He became fully convinced of the fact after we had walked about a mile and a half, and so we turned hack towards home.   After reaching there I heard some one ask him how he liked his walk.   He replied. "I’ll be blessed if I ever ask him to take another walk on a cold day.”

At the same time he stood by the stove rubbing his ears and blowing his finger by turns.

That was the extent of my interesting adventures today.

(Jan'y 8^th)

Being Sunday. I have been trying my best to behave.   I went to church twice, once this morning and again this evening.

This evening we had a temperance lecture by an old resident of this place, who was an intemperate man of the worst kind some twenty years since.

About four o'clock I had a call from an old friend whom I had not seen for nine years, and enjoyed a good visit with him.   I also met a friend from Chicago at the depot this morning.

Nobody though that I cared anything about.

If I may be excused now, I think I will retire as it is very near twelve o'clock-- so good night.

Chapter 9th

The End Arrives

(Jan 29th)

It is with a feeling of regret, that I now begin the last chapter of this book.

But all things must have an end, and so this work is now fast nearing completion.

Since writing last time has been occupied in making a few farewell calls, and preparing to depart for home tomorrow morning.

Having so much else to attend to, I failed to get my fixins packed up last night, and so was obliged to do it today, notwithstanding it is Sunday.

This morning I accompanied those "three sisters" to church for the last time.   It is strange how a person feels when he is about to leave home.   As I go about now doing one thing after another, at every turn the thought comes to me, "Well that is the last time I shall do that.”   And thus a kind of sad feeling comes upon me.   I feel sad! To be sure I leave a very pleasant home, but I am among dear friends, who are always kind to me, and it is all for the best.   So I will try to look only at the bright side.

(Jan 30th')

It is all over with now.   I mean the pain of saying "good bye", and I am now on my way to my western home.

(Jan 31th)

By chance I found a friend at the depot who was going through to Chicago, and we very soon made arrangements to travel together. This made the journey seem a little pleasanter.

I found out ere long, that my friend's company was not worth much, for I might just as well have had a post for a companion, as far as sociability went.

We had a safe and very pleasant journey, and arrived here at ten o'clock this morning in a cold rain storm.

As my traveling companion was a perfect stranger in the city, and was going further west. I had the pleasure of escorting him across the city, to the depot from which the western train left. This was very pleasant considering the storm and the condition of the walks.

I however did my duty without a murmur, and was repaid for my labor by meeting an old schoolmate at the depot whom I had not seen for three years.

After a short visit with him, the train left, and I then started out to hunt up friends, and see what had been going on since my departure for the east.

As I expected I found very little change in matters generally.

'I'he lecture was very good, but rather out of place for a Sunday evening discussion

(Jan'y 9^1b)

This has been a queer kind of a day.

About once in every half hour we would be favored with a snow storm.   The forenoon was spent at home reading aloud, for the benefit of the cooks.

A very agreeable task indeed.    The book a novel entitled "Vashti" or "Until death us do part," by the author of "Beulah ".

A very sentimental story, and very affecting to soft hearts, like the one I carry (?)

This afternoon I visited the old academy in company with my youngest sister.   This was the first time I had entered the building in two years, and as may be supposed, every thing sadly changed.

The old teachers and scholars were all gone.

Even the building had been altered in many ways.   The very desk at which I sat five years ago, racking my feeble brain with some tedious problem in logarithms, or ancient Roman mythology, was now occupied by a genuine african female.

Enraged at this abuse of the place once occupied by myself, I passed on through the building.

On the walls and desks, I found the names of mans^, old students, and in one corner were the names of each member of our graduating class.

I went to thinking how widely scattered we are now, and as a result of my meditation, was attacked with a fit of the blues. 

As a remedy I came directly home, and began writing a story-book.  This is my never-failing remedy for the blues, sulks, or dumps.

To help me in recovering, I was fortunate enough to receive a nice long letter from my most highly esteemed friend.

After reading this I was not long in returning to my natural self again.

Then in addition to all the comfort contained in that letter, my sisters very kindly offered to take me with them on a shopping tour.   Suspecting no foul play, I accepted their kindness, and we started down town.

Before reaching I found out why they offered me the great privilege of accompanying them.   It is fashionable here for the gentleman who goes with ladies on a shopping expedition to pay the bills which they make.   Of course I could not avoid being fashionable, and therefore I returned home with my pocket book lighter by some ten dollars than when I started out.

Experience is a hard but good teacher.   Still a person of moderate means hates terribly to pay ten dollars a lesson. 

I think though that one lesson would last an ordinary person for a lifetime.

(Jan’y, I l^th)

This morning I felt tired of lying around the house with nothing to do, and so thought I would exercise myself a little on a pile of wood, which wanted splitting.

There were four cords in the pile, and I offered my paternal relative a wager of two to one, that I could split half of it in two hours.

He doubted my powers very much and so accepted my offer.   I at once entered upon my task, and when finished had just four minutes and a half left, in which to wipe the perspiration from my face.

This exercise fully satisfied me, and I was content to lie around the house the rest of the day, without complaining.

In the evening I went out calling with my oldest sister.   A very agreeable duty, considering the fact that we called only upon old folks.

Here endeth the 6^th lesson

Chapter 7

Important Events.

(Jan’y 12^th)

This has been a very pleasant day indeed.   Clear, and warm.   The temptation to take a walk this afternoon was too great to be resisted.   To about two o'clock father and myself started out on a tramp.

We took an easterly course, down the railroad track about two miles, and then came back through the woods.

Coming back, we saw the effects of a recent gale, which passed through the place.   ^-Trees of all sizes, were blown over, and were lying so thick, that it was with difficulty we could get through the woods at all.

I collected several mementos of the excursion to present to a certain person on my return to Chicago, who it is hoped, will receive them with as much pleasure, as I took in collecting them.

We extended our walk about five miles and then returned home feeling very much better for the exercise.

 The evening was spent in playing checkers.

As this is a game that I never liked it is of no use saying who came out ahead.

(Jan'y 13^th)

This afternoon father and I repeated the walk of yesterday, only in the opposite direction.   The weather was very much warmer than yesterday, and the walk a great deal pleasanter.   I succeeded in getting a few mementos of this walk also, for "mon cher ami ".

Five members of the "Merito family" including myself, spent the evening at one of the neighbor's houses, and had a grand time similar to that of the 3rd inst. at our house.

This is a good country in which to enjoy ones self, provided you can get the old folks out of sight.   They are very superstitious about leaving young folks alone, acting very much as if they thought people were not able to take care of themselves before they were forty or fifty years old.

Once get these old cronies out of the way and you can have as good a time in an eastern town, as any other.

I expect that I have shocked the nerves of a good many sober aunties and grandmas since I entered this place.   Some of them will probably never recover from the effects of my conduct.

Oh, how I should like to come back here to live!   Bah!  A vannt horrid thought!

Give me liberty or give me, death, but if I cannot have either, then tie me to a maiden aunt's apron strings.   It is such a pleasant life, as you may judge from this remark, which I happened to hear a very venerable spinster make in the presence of several others.   "I tell you what, if that young Merito were a relative of mine, he would carry himself a little straighter in society."

Oh, how thankful I was that my name was "Merito" instead of "Squedunk".

(Jan'y 17^th)

Nothing of importance has occurred since writing last, (four days ago) except one little incident which took place this morning.

I had started to go to the post-office, in hopes of getting a letter, when just as I opened the gate I saw a horse attached to a light wagon come tearing down the street.

I ran out into the street and succeeded in stopping him, but when I came to take hold of him, I found the bridle was gone, before I could get hold of his head, he had turned square around and was off in the opposite direction.   In turning he came into contact with me and the next thing I knew, I was practicing the "extended motion" as I frequently do.   I sprang up with the intention of chastising my adversary, but was only in time to see him flying around the corner, having deemed flight preferable to facing my wrath.

(Jan'y I8¹')

Today I finished splitting my pile of wood, but could get no one to make a wager on the time it would take to complete the work, and so did it in two hours and a half.

After finishing that I went for the mail, and was rewarded by letters from Chicago friends.

The evening was spent in calling on friends.

(Jan'y I9^th)

This has been another beautiful day.   This afternoon I took another long walk, this time I went north, down the bank of the creek about a mile and a half, then crossed over to the room through the cemetery and stone quarries.   Had a very pleasant walk indeed.

Spent the evening playing dominoes with the "three sisters".

(Jan'y 20^th)

This has been an eventful day for this town,   Two weddings took place this afternoon.

All the parties were old schoolmates of mine.

The brides looked very sweet indeed, and everything passed off as pleasantly as could be desired.

Some person who doubtless felt very much interested in my welfare, spread the report through the town, that I was also going to be placed in the matrimonial bonds on the same occasion, so that the moment I made my appearance, friends began to shower on me all manner of congratulations, very much to my annoyance.   After a great deal of denial, explanation and persuasion I quieted the excitement, but it was impossible to convince anyone of the truth in the matter, till after the ceremonies were over and I was seen to retire, still a single man (I attended no more weddings that day, and probably never shall attend another in that place).

Chapter 8^th Nearing the End

(Jan 22"^d)

I really believe that I have been a perfect nuisance today, even if it is, or has been Sunday.

Three times I have been told, ^“Bub you are the greatest torment today that I ever saw, I wish you would behave yourself just one day before you go back to Chicago "

It must be that I am well behaved when there, for I am never scolded in that manner.   Perhaps some of my friends will think the same when we become better acquainted.

Even my mother called me a scamp. She was busily engaged in writing a letter, when I came up behind her slyly, and gave her arm a push, causing her to make a very queer mark.   Of course it was accidental on my part, but she did not think so, and therefore called me a scamp.

I tried to atone for my had conduct during the day by going to church in the evening, but did not succeed, as I was obliged to retire with that name still clinging to me.   Indeed, the last words which reached me as I went upstairs were these, "Dear me, if you don’t stop bothering, and go the bed, I will come after you with a broom stick ".

Oh dear! Such is life at home, What can it be away!

(Jan 23⁹)

This has been the coldest day which this part of the country has seen for two years.   The mercury this morning stood 4 degrees below zero.

It is needless to say that I stayed in the house all day. Indeed what pleasure could there be in going out?

This noon I received notice from headquarters that I might extend my furlough though another month if I chose.

I should be very glad to do so for the sake of bothering those "three sisters" a little longer.

But when I think of those who are so anxiously waiting for my return, I have not the heart to keep them waiting any longer.   In fact, I think I am just as anxious to see them as they are to see me.   Therefore under all the circumstances I have decided to return just one week from today.

I wonder if that week will ever pass.  It seems like a long time to look ahead.

(Jan 26^d')

The past two days went by without any serious trouble.   Today I sat down to write a letter to a friend living in the town of Hyde Park, Ill., and had just got fairly started when my "pater" came in to the room and demanded information concerning my doings. I explained to him that I was trying to write a friend who was a long way off. He replied, "Oh yes you are always writing to some friend when I want you to take a walk with me, come now do let those pretty girls be for today, and let us go out for a walk " I resisted as long as it was possible, and only yielded when he took the pen and ink away from me and locked them up.   After a long walk he allowed me to finish my letter in time for the afternoon mail.

Friends all seemed glad to see me back again, though some of them (one especially) were surprised to find I had returned so soon

Having been around among my most intimate friends, I gathered up my packages and came down to the house.

Found every thing and every body the same as when I went away.

Even the babies had not forgotten me, but seemed very much pleased at my return.

They probably remembered the many times they had ridden to Boston on my knee, and so received me cordially in hopes of "do it some more ".

Very well satisfied with my reception, as a general thing I retired to my room to refresh my self after my long journey.

And thus closes one of the most popular works of the present age.

A few parting words with the reader Dear friend

In presenting to you this work I get your forbearance, if I impose upon your good nature I have taken great pains "to be civil and act like a gentleman," and if I have failed to reach the mark, I pray you to pass over the failings and consider only the great labor which I have bestowed upon the foregoing pages.

Many nights the undersigned has sat writing in this book long after "all honest people and thieves" had retired to their quiet chambers, to dream away the long nights.   Many are the trials and privations through which I have passed m order to fulfill your desire and my promise.

And now I pray you to forgive me for not writing more.

Indeed you will have to or else get me another book

At present it is hard to tell whether the third volume of this work will ever appear or not.

 If it does, I fear that other hands than mine must prepare it for the publisher.

I did once think that I would revise and republish the whole fifty volumes, but my powers arc so exhausted so that if any more are rewritten it must be done by someone else.

The only reason of my ever revising these two volumes, was, that you entreated me so earnestly to do so, that I disliked to refuse you.   And now after much labor and anxiety spent in preparation, I have the pleasure of presenting you with a strict copy of the first edition.   Just as it appears in the hands of the publisher

For my sake I trust you will take care of it, in case you wish to retain it in your possession.   What I mean by taking care of it is this, If you do not wish to destroy it, then put it where no mortal eye save your own can ever reach it, and where no ray of light shall ever strike it.

My opinion is, that after you have read, and reread it all you wish a very good plan would be to use it for kindling a fire.    However it is yours now, do with it as you think best, only bear in mind that when you are no longer Miss P--- then it must either be destroyed or returned to the writer.

Now that I have given so much time and labor in preparing this work, it might not seem unjust for me to claim the remuneration which might be considered due.

But knowing you to be a person of good judgment and very liberal. I leave the reward to you.

Again begging you to accept this token with the best wishes of the donor. I will now say for the last time Farewell.

[A three leaf clover is pressed and glued on this last page]                    

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Afterward: Gordon Merritt

The in October, 1871. The Great Chicago Fire occurred.   Henry worked for an insurance company and so this caused him all sorts of problems.

He was visiting Rilla in Oregon, Illinois, ninety miles west of Chicago when the tire broke out.   They could see clouds of smoke go across the sky. Henry was out collecting premiums for the insurance company. After the fire he had to work hard, as all the insurance company employees did, rewriting the insurance policies they had written before the fire, paying claims, etc.   He worked in a burned out building basement that had a new roof put on.   His insurance company survived the fire.   Only eight of sixteen insurance companies did not go bankrupt   At least three hundred people died.   One third of the population was homeless: 100,000 people.   The city lost $300 million in damage (value $5.3 Billion in 2013), over 17,000 buildings burned.

Besides The Great Chicago Fire, Henry had lived through the Civil War as a boy, when his brother Charles was in the Army as a soldier and medical corpsman.   A nationwide depression started in 1873 and lasted about eight years.   Then in 1893 another more severe depression hit, that lasted years.

After Henry and Rilla were married in Chicago in 1873, and they moved to Elkader, Iowa, to start life in the retail mercantile business with her sister Ella and her husband, Frank Fridley. 

Rilla Phelps lived only another nine years, she died in April, 1879, after she and Henry had been married for six years.   They had two sons. James, my grandfather, and Frank.   Rilla died of consumption that she had apparently gotten while taking care of her brother Charles Phelps who also died of consumption.  He had been a lawyer in Chicago, and probably contracted the disease there.

Henry lived another forty years, until 1910.   He married a second time to Ella Havens and had another son Isaac.  It is said that he never got over his sadness of losing Rilla. He ran a mercantile store, sold farm implements, was Master Mason of his masonic lodge, had a title abstracting business, and drug store.  He had some land at Elkader, perhaps inherited from his father-in-law, Isaac Havens, who was the town banker.  He died in Independence, towa, at the State Hospital.   He had lived there twelve years, from the time he became incapacitated in 1898.   After that he had some good days when he could help with clerical work in the hospital office, and teach Sunday school. His penmanship was exquisite, and he excelled at writing and keeping accounting books.

Henry probably always liked Chicago. He took his son James there in 1893 to see the Columbian Worlds' Exposition.  They saw all the sights there in Chicago, including the Masonic building, then the tallest building in the world.

All three of his sons graduated from high school then moved away to start their lives in other places. Frank to Milford. Iowa, and James to Montana, and then Seattle, and Isaac to Denver.

Typescript: Gordon Merritt, 8552 19^th NW, Seattle, WA 98117, Dec 15, 1997.