Island Pond Is A Lake With An
Island In It; And The Place Which Has Taken The Name Is A Small
Village, About Ten Years Old, Standing In The Midst Of Uncut
Forests, And Has Been Created By The Railway.
In ten years more
there will no doubt be a spreading town at Island Pond; the forests
will recede; and men, rushing out from the crowded cities, will
find here food, and space, and wealth.
For myself, I never remain
long in such a spot without feeling thankful that it has not been
my mission to be a pioneer of civilization.
The farther that I got away from Boston the less strong did I find
the feeling of anger against England. There, as I have said
before, there was a bitter animosity against the mother country in
that she had shown no open sympathy with the North. In Maine and
New Hampshire I did not find this to be the case to any violent
degree. Men spoke of the war as openly as they did at Boston, and,
in speaking to me, generally connected England with the subject.
But they did so simply to ask questions as to England's policy.
What will she do for cotton when her operatives are really pressed?
Will she break the blockade? Will she insist on a right to trade
with Charleston and new Orleans? I always answered that she would
insist on no such right, if that right were denied to others and
the denial enforced.
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