The Pilgrim, And The American Of Today--(1892)

Excerpt

This December evening, the imagination, by a law of contrast, recalls another December night two hundred and seventy years ago.  The circle of darkness is drawn about a little group of Pilgrims who have come ashore on a sandy and inhospitable coast.  On one side is a vexed and wintry sea, three thousand miles of tossing waves and tempest, beyond which lie the home, the hedgerows and cottages, the church towers, the libraries and universities, the habits and associations of an old civilization, the strongest and dearest ties that can entwine around a human heart, abandoned now definitely and forever by these wanderers; on the other side a wintry forest of unknown extent, without highways, the lair of wild beasts, impenetrable except by trails known only to the savages, whose sudden appearance and disappearance adds mystery and terror to the impression the imagination has conjured up of the wilderness.