RESULTS AND FACTS OF EMIGRATION TO THE WEST.
OUR FIRST EMIGRANT PARTY. (FROM OUR JOURNAL.)
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BY A VISITOR.
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"On Wednesday evening, with emigrant [Since this first experience, we
have always sent our children by regular trains, in decent style.]
tickets to Detroit, we started on the Isaac Newton for Albany. Nine of
our company, who missed the boat, were sent up by the morning cars, and
joined us in Albany, making forty-six boys and girls from New York,
bound westward, and, to them, homeward. They were between the ages of
seven and fifteen—most of them from ten to twelve. The majority of them
orphans, dressed in uniform—as bright, sharp, bold, racy a crowd of
little fellows as can be grown nowhere out of the streets of New York.
The other ten were from New York at large—no number or street in
particular. Two of these had slept in nearly all the station-houses in
the city. One, a keen-eyed American boy, was born in Chicago—an orphan
now, and abandoned in New York by an intemperate brother. Another, a
little German Jew, who had been entirely friendless for four years, and
had finally found his way into the Newsboys' Lodging-house. Dick and
Jack were brothers of Sarah, whom we sent to Connecticut. Their father
is intemperate; mother died at Bellevue Hospital three weeks since; and
an older brother has just been sentenced to Sing Sing Prison. Their
father, a very sensible man when sober, begged me to take the boys
along, 'for I am sure, sir, if left in New York, they will come to the
same bad end as their brother.' We took them to a shoe-shop. Little Jack
made awkward work in trying on a pair. 'He don't know them, sir; there's
not been a cover to his feet for three winters.'
"Another of the ten, whom the boys call 'Liverpool,' defies description.
Mr. Gerry found him in the Fourth Ward, a few hours before we left.
Really only twelve years old, but in dress a seedy loafer of forty. His
boots, and coat, and pants would have held two such boys easily—filthy
and ragged to the last thread. Under Mr. Tracy's hands, at the
Lodging-house, 'Liverpool' was soon remodeled into a boy again; and when
he came on board the boat with his new suit, I did not know him. His
story interested us all, and was told with a quiet, sad reserve, that
made us believe him truthful. A friendless orphan in the streets of
Liverpool, he heard of America, and determined to come, and after long
search found a captain who shipped him as cabin-boy. Landed in New York,
'Liverpool' found his street condition somewhat bettered. Here he got
occasional odd jobs about the docks, found a pretty tight box to sleep
in, and now and then the sailors gave him a cast-off garment, which he
wrapped and tied about him, till he looked like a walking rag-bundle
when Mr. G. found him.
"As we steamed off from the wharf, the boys gave three cheers for New
York, and three more for 'Michigan.' All seemed as careless at leaving
home forever, as if they were on a target excursion to Hoboken.
"We had a steerage passage, and after the cracker-box and ginger-bread
had passed around, the boys sat down in the gang-way and began to sing.
Their full chorus attracted the attention of the passengers, who
gathered about, and soon the captain sent for us to come to the upper
saloon. There the boys sang and talked, each one telling his own story
separately, as he was taken aside, till ten o'clock, when Captain S.
gave them all berths in the cabin; meanwhile, a lady from Rochester had
selected a little boy for her sister, and Mr. B., a merchant from
Illinois, had made arrangements to take 'Liverpool' for his store. I
afterwards met Mr. B. in Buffalo, and he said he would not part with the
boy for any consideration; and I thought then that to take such a boy
from such a condition, and put him into such hands, was worth the whole
trip.
"At Albany we found the emigrant train did not go out till noon, and it
became a question what to do with the children for the intervening six
hours. There was danger that Albany street-boys might entice them off,
or that some might be tired of the journey, and hide away, in order to
return. When they were gathered on the wharf, we told them that we
were going to Michigan, and if any of them would like to go along, they
must be on hand for the cars. This was enough. They hardly ventured out
of sight. The Albany boys tried hard to coax some of them away; but ours
turned the tables upon them, told them of Michigan, and when we were
about ready to start, several of them came up bringing a stranger with
them. There was no mistaking the long, thick, matted hair, unwashed
face, the badger coat, and double pants flowing in the wind—a regular
'snoozer.'
"'Here's a boy what wants to go to Michi_gan_, sir; can't you take him
with us?'
"'But, do you know him? Can you recommend him as a suitable boy to
belong to our company!' No; they didn't know his name even. 'Only he's
as hard-up as any of us. He's no father or mother, and nobody to live
with, and he sleeps out o' nights.' The boy pleads for himself. He would
like to go and be a farmer—and to live in the country—will go anywhere
I send him—and do well if he can have the chance.
"Our number is full—purse scant—it may be difficult to find him a
home. But there is no resisting the appeal of the boys, and the
importunate face of the young vagrant. Perhaps he will do well; at any
rate, we must try him. If left to float here a few months longer, his
end is certain. 'Do you think I can go, sir?' 'Yes, John, if you will
have your face washed and hair combed within half an hour.' Under a
brisk scrubbing, his face lights up several shades; but the twisted,
tangled hair, matted for years, will not yield to any amount of washing
and pulling—barbers' shears are the only remedy.
"So a new volunteer is added to our regiment. Here is his enrollment:—
"'John ——, American—Protestant—13 years—Orphan—Parents died in
R——, Maine—A "snoozer" for four years—Most of the time in New York,
with an occasional visit to Albany and Troy, "when times go
hard"—Intelligent—Black, sharp eye—Hopeful.'
"As we marched, two deep, round the State House to the depot, John
received many a recognition from the 'outsiders,' among whom he seems to
be a general favorite, and they call out after him, 'Good-by, Smack,'
with a half-sad, half-sly nod, as if in doubt whether he was playing
some new game, or were really going to leave them and try an honest
life.
"At the depot we worked our way through the Babel of at least one
thousand Germans, Irish, Italians, and Norwegians, with whom nothing
goes right; every one insists that he is in the wrong car—that his
baggage has received the wrong mark—that Chicago is in this direction,
and the cars are on the wrong track; in short, they are agreed upon
nothing except in the opinion that this is a 'bad counthry, and it's
good luck to the soul who sees the end on't.' The conductor, a
red-faced, middle-aged man, promises to give us a separate car; but,
while he whispers and negotiates with two Dutch girls, who are traveling
without a protector, the motley mass rush into the cars, and we are
finally pushed into one already full—some standing, a part sitting in
laps, and some On the floor under the benches—crowded to suffocation,
in a freight-car without windows—rough benches for seats, and no
back—no ventilation except through the sliding-doors, where the little
chaps are in constant danger of falling through. There were scenes that
afternoon and night which it would not do to reveal. Irishmen passed
around bad whisky and sang bawdy songs; Dutch men and women smoked and
sang, and grunted and cursed; babies squalled and nursed, and left no
baby duties undone.
"Night came on, and we were told that 'passengers furnish; their own
lights!' For this we were unprepared, and so we tried to endure
darkness, which never before seemed half so thick as in that stifled
car, though it was relieved here and there for a few minutes by a
lighted pipe. One Dutchman in the corner kept up a constant fire; and
when we told him we were choking with smoke, he only answered with a
complacent grunt and a fresh supply of the weed. The fellow seemed to
puff when he was fairly asleep, and the curls were lifting beautifully
above the bowl, when smash against the car went the pipe in a dozen
pieces! No one knew the cause, except, perhaps, the boy behind me, who
had begged an apple a few minutes before.
"At Utica we dropped our fellow-passengers from Germany, and, thus
partially relieved, spent the rest of the night in tolerable comfort.
"In the morning, we were in the vicinity of Rochester, and you can
hardly imagine the delight of the children as they looked, many of them
for the first time, upon country scenery. Each one must see everything
we passed, find its name, and make his own comments. 'What's that,
mister?' 'A cornfield.' 'Oh, yes; them's what makes buckwheaters.' 'Look
at them cows (oxen plowing); my mother used to milk cows.' As we whirled
through orchards loaded with large, red apples, their enthusiasm rose to
the highest pitch. It was difficult to keep them within doors. Arms
stretched out, hats swinging, eyes swimming, mouths watering, and all
screaming—'Oh! oh! just look at 'em! Mister, be they any sich in
Michi_gan?_ Then I'm in for that place—three cheers for Michi_gan!'_
We had been riding in comparative quiet for nearly an hour, when all at
once the greatest excitement broke out. We were passing a cornfield
spread over with ripe yellow pumpkins. 'Oh! yonder! look! Just look at
'em!' and in an instant the same exclamation was echoed from forty-seven
mouths. 'Jist look at 'em! What a heap of mushmillons!' 'Mister, do
they make mushmillons in Michi_gan?'_ 'Ah, fellers, ain't that the
country tho'—won't we have nice things to eat?' 'Yes, and won't we
sell some, too?' 'Hip! hip! boys; three cheers for Michi_gan!'_
"At Buffalo we received great kindness from Mr. Harrison, the
freight-agent and this was by no means his first service to the
Children's Aid Society. Several boys and girls whom we have sent West
have received the kindest attention at his hands. I am sure Mr. H.'s
fireside must be a happy spot. Also Mr. Noble, agent for the Mich. C. R.
R., gave me a letter of introduction, which was of great service on the
way.
"We were in Buffalo nine hours, and the boys had the liberty of the
town, but were all on board the boat in season. We went down to our
place, the steerage cabin, and no one but an emigrant on a lake-boat can
understand the night we spent. The berths are covered with a coarse
mattress, used by a thousand different passengers, and never changed
till they are filled with stench and vermin. The emigrants spend the
night in washing, smoking, drinking, singing, sleep, and licentiousness.
It was the last night in the freight-car repeated, with the addition of
a touch of sea-sickness, and of the stamping, neighing, and bleating of
a hundred horses and sheep over our heads, and the effluvia of their
filth pouring through the open gangway. But we survived the night; how
had better not be detailed. In the morning we got outside upon the
boxes, and enjoyed the beautiful day. The boys were in good spirits,
sung songs, told New York yarns, and made friends generally among the
passengers. Occasionally, some one more knowing than wise would attempt
to poke fun at them, whereupon the boys would 'pitch in,' and open such
a sluice of Bowery slang as made Mr. Would-be-funny beat a retreat in
double-quick time. No one attempted that game twice. During the day the
clerk discovered that three baskets of peaches were missing, all except
the baskets. None of the boys had been detected with the fruit, but I
afterwards found they had eaten it.
"Landed in Detroit at ten o'clock, Saturday night, and took a
first-class passenger-car on Mich. C. R. R., and reached D——c, a
'smart little town,' in S. W. Michigan, three o'clock Sunday morning.
The depot-master, who seldom receives more than three passengers from a
train, was utterly confounded at the crowd of little ones poured out
upon the platform, and at first refused to let us stay till morning;
but, after a deal of explanation, he consented, with apparent misgiving,
and the boys spread themselves on the floor to sleep. At day-break they
began to inquire, 'Where be we?' and, finding that they were really in
Michigan, scattered in all directions, each one for himself, and in less
than five minutes there was not a boy in sight of the depot. When I had
negotiated for our stay at the American House (!) and had breakfast
nearly ready, they began to straggle back from every quarter, each boy
loaded down—caps, shoes, coat-sleeves, and shirts full of every green
thing they could lay hands upon—apples, ears of corn, peaches, pieces
of pumpkins, etc. 'Look at the Michi_gan_ filberts!' cried a little
fellow, running up, holding with both hands upon his shirt bosom, which
was bursting out with acorns. Little Mag (and she is one of the
prettiest, sweetest little things you ever set eyes upon), brought in a
'nosegay,' which she insisted upon sticking in my coat—a mullen-stock
and corn-leaf, twisted with grass!
"Several of the boys had had a swim in the creek, though it was a pretty
cold morning. At the breakfast-table the question was discussed, how we
should spend the Sabbath. The boys evidently wanted to continue their
explorations; but when asked if it would not be best to go to church,
there were no hands down, and some proposed to go to Sunday School, and
'boys' meeting, too.'
"The children had clean and happy faces, but no change of clothes, and
those they wore were badly soiled and torn by the emigrant passage. You
can imagine the appearance of our 'ragged regiment,' as we filed into
the Presbyterian church (which, by the way, was a school-house), and
appropriated our full share of the seats. The 'natives' could not be
satisfied with staring, as they came to the door and filled up the
vacant part of the house. The pastor was late, and we 'occupied the
time' in singing. Those sweet Sabbath School songs never sounded so
sweetly before. Their favorite hymn was, 'Come, ye sinners, poor and
needy,' and they rolled it out with a relish. It was a touching sight,
and pocket-handkerchiefs were used quite freely among the audience.
"At the close of the sermon the people were informed of the object of
the Children's Aid Society. It met with the cordial approbation of all
present, and several promised to take children. I was announced to
preach in the afternoon; but, on returning to the tavern, I found that
my smallest boy had been missing since day-break, and that he was last
seen upon the high bridge over the creek, a little out of the village.
So we spent the afternoon in hunting, instead of going to church. (Not
an uncommon practice here, by the way.)
"We dove in the creek and searched through the woods, but little George
(six years old) was not to be found; and when the boys came home to
supper there was a shade of sadness on their faces, and they spoke in
softer tones of the lost playmate. But the saddest was George's brother,
one year older. They were two orphans—all alone in the world. Peter
stood up at the table, but when he saw his brother's place at his side
vacant, he burst out in uncontrollable sobbing. After supper he seemed
to forget his loss, till he lay down on the floor at night, and there
was the vacant spot again, and his little heart flowed over with grief.
Just so again when he awoke in the morning, and at breakfast and
dinner.
"Monday morning the boys held themselves in readiness to receive
applications from the farmers. They would watch at all directions,
scanning closely every wagon that came in sight, and deciding from the
appearance of the driver and the horses, more often from the latter,
whether they 'would go in for that farmer.'
"There seems to be a general dearth of boys, and still greater of girls,
in all this section, and before night I had applications for fifteen of
my children, the applicants bringing recommendations from their pastor
and the justice of peace.
"There was a rivalry among the boys to see which first could get a home
in the country, and before Saturday they were all gone. Rev. Mr. O. took
several home with him; and nine of the smallest I accompanied to
Chicago, and sent to Mr. Townsend, Iowa City. Nearly all, the others
found homes in Cass County, and I had a dozen applications for more. A
few of the boys are bound to trades, but the most insisted upon being
farmers, and learning to drive horses. They are to receive a good
common-school education, and one hundred dollars when twenty-one. I have
great hopes for the majority of them. 'Mag' is adopted by a wealthy
Christian farmer. 'Smack,' the privateer from Albany, has a good home in
a Quaker settlement. The two brothers, Dick and Jack, were taken by an
excellent man and his son, living on adjacent farms. The German boy from
the 'Lodging-house' lives with a physician in D——.
"Several of the boys came in to see me, and tell their experience in
learning to farm. One of them was sure he knew how to milk, and being
furnished with a pail, was told to take his choice of the cows in the
yard. He sprang for a two-year-old steer, caught him by the horns, and
called for a 'line to make him fast.' None seemed discontented but one,
who ran away from a tinner, because he wanted to be a farmer.
"But I must tell you of the lost boy. No tidings were heard of him up to
Monday noon, when the citizens rallied and scoured the woods for miles
around; but the search was fruitless, and Peter lay down that night
sobbing, and with his arms stretched out, just as he used to throw them
round his brother.
"About ten o'clock a man knocked at the door, and cried out, 'Here is
the lost boy!' Peter heard him, and the two brothers met on the stairs,
and before we could ask where he had been, Peter had George in his place
by his side on the floor. They have gone to live together in Iowa.
"On the whole, the first experiment of sending children West is a very
happy one, and I am sure there are places enough with good families in
Michigan, Illinois, Iowa, and Wisconsin, to give every poor boy and girl
in New York a permanent home. The only difficulty is to bring the
children to the homes.
"E. P. Smith."
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A LATER PARTY TO THE WEST.
"'JANUARY, 1868.
"'DEAR SIR—It will, perhaps, be interesting for you to know some facts
connected with the disposal of my party at the West. We numbered
thirty-two in all: two babies—one a fine little fellow one year old,
and the other twenty-one years old, but, nevertheless, the greatest babe
in the company. Just before I reached Chicago, I was surprised to find
that my party numbered only about twenty, instead of thirty-two. I went
into the forward car. You may imagine my surprise to find my large babe,
W—— D——, playing upon a concertina, and M—— H——, alias M——
B——, footing it down as only a clog-dancer, and one well acquainted
with his business at that, could do, while eight or ten boys, and
perhaps as many brakes-men and baggage-men, stood looking on, evidently
greatly amused. It was plain to see that I was an unwelcome visitor.
Order was at once restored, and the boys went back and took their seats.
As we neared A——, a gentleman by the name of L—— came to me, and,
after making some inquiries, said: "I wish you would let me take that
boy," pointing to G—— A——, a little fellow about eight years old.
I told him we never allowed a child to go to a home from the train, as
we had a committee appointed in A——, to whom application must be made.
I promised, however, that I would keep the boy for him until Monday and
if he came, bringing satisfactory recommendations, he should have him.
He said if money was any inducement, he would give me twenty-five
dollars if I would let him have the boy. I said five thousand dollars
would not be an inducement without the recommendation. The little fellow
was really the most remarkable child I ever saw, so amiable and
intelligent, and yet so good-looking. When I reached A——, I had not
been out of the cars five minutes when a gentleman went to G——, and
placing his hand on his shoulder, said, "This is the little man I want."
I told him he had been engaged already. We passed through the crowd at
the depot, and finally reached the hotel. We had been there but a short
time when I had another application for G——. The first applicant came
up also, and asserted his claim; said that, if L—— did not come and
get the boy, he had the first right to him. L—— did not come, and I
had some difficulty to settle the matter between the two applicants.
Didn't know but I should have to resort to Solomon's plan, and divide
the boy, but determined to let him go to the best home.
"'Matters went off very pleasantly the first day. I found good homes
for some ten or twelve boys; but, in the evening, I missed the boys from
the hotel, and, in looking for them, was attracted to a saloon by the
dulcet tones of my babe's concertina, and entered. D—— was playing,
and two of the boys were delighting the audience with a comic Irish
song. All the rowdies and rum-drinkers in the town seemed to have turned
out to meet them. I stepped inside of the door, and, with arms folded,
stood looking very intently at them, without uttering a word. First the
music ceased, then the singing, and one by one the boys slunk out of the
room, until I was left alone with the rabble. It was rather amusing to
hear their exclamations of surprise. "Halloo! what's up?" "What's broke
loose now?" I went to the hotel, found the boys there, and a more humble
set I never saw. I gave them a lecture about a yard long, and professed
to feel very much hurt at the idea of finding a boy who came out with
me, in a rum-shop. I gave them to understand what I should expect of
them in future, and ended by having the door opened and extending an
invitation to leave to those boys who thought they could do better for
themselves than I should do for them. As no disposition to leave
manifested itself, I then put the question to vote whether they would
remain with me and do just as I wished, or go and look out for
themselves. Every hand went up, and some of the boys expressed
themselves very sorry for what they had done. W—— D—— left a day or
two after, taking the concertina with him, which I afterward learned
belonged to another boy. The most of my trouble seemed to take wing and
fly away with him. He was the scapegoat of the party.
"'Illinois is a beautiful farming country. All the farmers seem to be
wealthy. The large boys, with two exceptions, were placed upon farms.
Quite a number of boys came back to the hotel to say good-by, and thank
me for bringing them out. I will note a few of the most interesting
cases: John Mahoney, age 16, with Mr. J—— T—— (farmer); came in town
Sunday to show me a fine mule his employer had given him. J—— C——,
age 14, went with Mrs. D——, who has a farm; came in, to tell me how
well pleased he is with his place; says he will work the farm as soon as
he is able, and get half the profits. D—— M——, age 17, went with
A—— H. B—— (farmer); came back to tell me his employer had given him
a pig, and a small plot of ground to work for himself. J—— S——, age
17, went with J—— B——; saw him after the boy had been with him three
or four days; he likes him very much, and has given him a Canadian pony,
with saddle and bridle. I might mention other cases, but I know the
above to be facts.
"'The boys met with a great deal of sympathy. One old gentleman came in
just for the purpose of seeing a little boy who had lost an eye, and was
a brother to a boy his son had taken. When I told the little fellow that
the gentleman lived near the man who had taken his brother, he climbed
up on his knee, and putting his arms around his neck, said: "I want to
go home with you, and be your boy; I want to see my brother." The old
gentleman wept, and wiping the tears from his eyes, said: "This is more
than I can stand; I will take this boy home with me." He is a wealthy
farmer and a good man, and I am sure will love the little fellow very
much, for he is a very interesting child.
YOURS,
"'C. R. FRY'"
"This letter is from a farmer—a deaf-mute—who has a destitute
deaf-mute lad placed with him:—
"'C—— H——, IND., March 5, 1860.
"'MY DEAR SIR—I received your kind letter some days ago. It has given
me great pleasure to hear that you had arrived at your home. I got a
report from you. The first of the time when you left D——, he cried and
stamped on the floor by the door, but I took him to show him the horses;
I told him when he will be a big man I would give him a horse. Then he
quit crying, and he began to learn A, B, C, on that day when you left
here. Now D—— is doing very well, and plays the most of anything; he
likes to stay here very well; he can learn about dog and cat. I am
willing to take care of him over twenty-one years old, if he stays here
as long as he ever gets to be twenty-one years old; then I will give him
a horse, money, clothes, school, etc. Last Saturday, D—— rode on my
colt himself; the colt is very gentle; on advice, he got off the colt;
he petted the colt the most of time; he likes to play with the young
colt. He likes to stay with me, and he said he don't like to go back
where you are. He gathers chips and fetches wood in the stove, and is
willing to do all his work directly. I wonder that he bold boy and mock
some neighbors.
"'Yours truly, friend,
"'L. F. W.
"'Write a letter to me immediately and let me know. He likes to go about
with me, but not when it is very cold; I send him to stay in the house,
out of the cold. When it is warm day, he likes to go about with me.
Sometimes he goes to town. He pets the colt every day; sometimes he
waters the colt and feed some corn himself.'"
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THE HUNGRY BOY IN A HOME.
"In our first Report there was an account of a little boy, whom our
visitor, Rev. Mr. Smith, found under a cart in the street, gnawing a
bone which he had picked up for his breakfast. He had a good-natured
little face, and a fine, dark eye. Mr. S. felt for him, and said, 'Where
do you live, my boy?'
'Don't live nowhere.' 'But, where do you stay?' He said a woman had
taken him in, in Thirteenth Street, and that he slept in one corner of
her room. His mother had left him, and 'lived all about, doin' washin'.'
Mr. Smith went around with him to the place, and found a poor, kind
woman, who had only a bare room and just enough to live, and yet had
sheltered and fed the wretched little creature. 'She was the poorest
creature in New York,' she said, 'but somehow everything that was poor
always came to her, and while God gave her anything, she meant to share
it with those who were poorer than she.' The boy was sent to
Pennsylvania, and the following is the letter from his mistress, or
rather friend, to the poor mother here. It speaks for itself. May God
bless the kind mother's heart, which has taken in thus the outcast
child!
"'H——, PENN., Dec 8, 1855.
"'Mr. Q——: I have but a moment to write this morning. You wish to know
how Johnny, as you call him, gets along. We do not know him by that
name. Having a William and a John before he came here, we have given him
the name of Frederick; he is generally called Freddy. He is well, and
has been, since I last wrote to you. He is a very healthy boy, not
having been sick a day since he came here. His feet trouble him at times
very much; they are so tender that he is obliged to wear stockings and
shoes all the year. We do not expect his feet will ever bear the cold,
as they were so badly frozen while on the way from the city here. But do
not imagine that he suffers much, for he does not. When his boots or
shoes are new, he complains a good deal; but after a little he gets
along without scarcely noticing it. To-day our winter's school
commences. Samuel, Freddy, and Emily will attend; and I hope Freddy will
be able to write to you when the school closes. He learns to write very
easy, and will, with little pains, make a good penman. He is an
excellent speller—scarcely ever spells a word wrong—but he is not a
good reader; but we think he will be, as we call him ambitious and
persevering, and he is unwilling to be behind boys of his age. Do you
ask if he is a good boy? I can assure you he has the name of a good boy
throughout the neighborhood; and wherever he is known, his kind,
obliging manners make him many friends. Again, do you inquire if he is
beloved At home? I will unhesitatingly say that we surely love him as
our own; and we have had visitors here for a number of days without once
thinking that he was not our own child.
"'I wish you could see the children as they start for school this
morning. Fred, with his black plush cap, green tunic, black vest, gray
pants, striped mittens, and his new comforter, which he bought with his
own money. Samuel carries the dinner-pail this morning; it is filled
with bread and butter, apple pie, and gingerbread; and Fred has his
slate, reader, spelling-book, and Testament—and he has not forgotten to
go down to the cellar and fill his pockets with apples.
"'I am not very well, and I make bad work of writing. I am afraid you
will not find out what I have written.
"'Fred often speaks of you, and of his dear sister Jane. He wants you to
tell Mr. Brace how you get along, and get him to write to us all about
it.
"'With desire for your welfare,
"'I subscribe myself your friend,
"'Sally L——.'"
THE PRISON-BOY.
"The boy of whom this is written was taken from one of the City
Prisons:—
"'H——, Oct. 12, 1865.
"'DEAR SIR—Yours, making inquiries about F. C, was duly received. His
health has been generally good and so far as his behavior is concerned,
it has been as good as could have been expected from the history he has
given us of himself, previous to his coming to live with us. We soon
learned that very little dependence could be placed on his truthfulness
or honesty; in fact, he was a fair specimen of New York juvenile
vagrancy. He has wanted a close supervision, and we have endeavored to
correct what was wrong, and to inculcate better things, and, we think,
with some success. He has learned to read and spell very well; besides
these, he has attended to writing and arithmetic, and has made some
improvement in them. The first winter that he came to live with us, we
did not think it best to send him to our Public School, but kept him
under our own personal instruction. The last winter he attended our
Public School five and a half months. He has been in our Sabbath School
from the time he first came, and has usually had his lessons well. He
has, from the first, been glad to attend all religious meetings, and we
think that his moral perception of things has much improved, and we can
but hope that, with proper attention, he may grow up to be a useful and
respectable man. He seemed quite satisfied with his home.
"'Yours, most respectfully,
"'C. S. B.'"
"This, again, is about a poor friendless little girl, sent to a good
family in old Connecticut:—
"'N——, CT., Oct. 11, 1855.
"'MR. MACY:
"'Dear Sir—With regard to Sarah, I would say that she is a very good
girl, and is also useful to us, and, I think, fitting herself to be
useful to herself at a future day.
"'She has now been with us about two and a half years, and has become a
part of our family; and we should feel very sorry to part with her. She
attended school last winter at the N. Union High School, which affords
advantages equal to any school in the country. She made much improvement
in her studies, and at the end of the winter term a public examination
was held at the school, and Mr. B., the Principal, stated, in presence
of more than three hundred persons, that Sarah G. lived in my family,
and was taken by me from the "Children's Aid Society," of New York; and
stated, also, that when she commenced to go to school, she was unable to
read a word, and wished them to notice the improvement that had been
made in her case. The audience seemed to be surprised that she had been
able to accomplish so much in so short a time.
"'She also attends Sabbath School very regularly, and gets her lessons
very perfectly, and appears to take great delight in doing so. I think
she has improved in many respects. She speaks, occasionally of the way
in which she used to live in New York, and of the manner in which she
was treated by her parents, when they were alive, and says she can never
be thankful enough to the kind friends, who, being connected with the
Children's Aid Society, sought her out, and provided her with a
comfortable home in the country, far removed from the temptations, and
vices, and miseries of a city like New York. I would say that she has
not been to school the past summer, and that she had made little
progress in penmanship during her attendance last winter, and that she
is not now able to write you herself, but I think will be able to do so
when you wish to hear from her again.
"'Respectfully yours,
"'WM. K. L.'"
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FROM THE GUTTER TO THE COLLEGE.
"YALE COLLEGE, NEW HAVEN, OCT. 11, 1871.
"Rev. C. L. Brace, Secretary Children's Aid Society:
"Dear Sir—I shall endeavor in this letter to give you a brief sketch
of my life, as it is your request that I should.
"I cannot speak of my parents with any certainty at all. I recollect
having an aunt by the name of Julia B——. She had me in charge for some
time, and made known some things to me of which I have a faint
remembrance. She married a gentleman in Boston, and left me to shift for
myself in the streets of your city. I could not have been more than
seven or eight years of age at this time. She is greatly to be excused
for this act, since I was a very bad boy, having an abundance of
self-will.
"At this period I became a vagrant, roaming over all parts of the city.
I would often pick up a meal at the markets or at the docks, where they
were unloading fruit. At a late hour in the night I would find a
resting-place in some box or hogshead, or in some dark hole under a
staircase.
"The boys that I fell in company with would steal and swear, and of
course I contracted those habits too. I have a distinct recollection of
stealing up upon houses to tear the lead from around the chimneys, and
then take it privily away to some junk-shop, as they call it; with the
proceeds I would buy a ticket for the pit in the Chatham-street Theatre,
and something to eat with the remainder. This is the manner in which I
was drifting out in the stream of life, when some kind person from your
Society persuaded me to go to Randall's Island. I remained at this place
two years. Sometime in July, 1859, one of your agents came there and
asked how many boys who had no parents would love to have nice homes in
the West, where they could drive horses and oxen, and have as many
apples and melons as they should wish. I happened to be one of the many
who responded in the affirmative.
"On the 4th of August twenty-one of us had homes procured for us at
N——, Ind. A lawyer from T——, who chanced to be engaged in court
matters, was at N—— at the time. He desired to take a boy home with
him, and I was the one assigned him. He owns a farm of two hundred acres
lying close to town. Care was taken that I should be occupied there and
not in town. I was always treated as one of the family. In sickness I
was ever cared for by prompt attention. In winter I was sent to the
Public School. The family room was a good school to me, for there I
found the daily papers and a fair library.
"After a period of several years I taught a Public School in a little
log cabin about nine miles from T——. There I felt that every man ought
to be a good man, especially if he is to instruct little children.
"Though I had my pupils read the Bible, yet I could not openly ask God's
blessing on the efforts of the day. Shortly after I united myself with
the Church. I always had attended Sabbath School at T——. Mr. G——
placed me in one the first Sabbath. I never doubted the teachings of the
Scriptures. Soon my pastor presented the claims of the ministry. I
thought about it for some time, for my ambition was tending strongly
toward the legal profession. The more I reflected the more I felt how
good God had been to me all my life, and that if I had any ability for
laboring in His harvest, He was surely entitled to it.
"I had accumulated some property on the farm in the shape of a horse, a
yoke of oxen, etc., amounting in all to some $800. These I turned into
cash, and left for a preparatory school. This course that I had entered
upon did not meet with Mr. G——'s hearty approbation. At the academy I
found kind instructors and sympathizing friends. I remained there three
years, relying greatly on my own efforts for support. After entering the
class of '74' last year, I was enabled to go through with it by the
kindness of a few citizens here.
"I have now resumed my duties as a Sophomore, in faith in Him who has
ever been my best friend. If I can prepare myself for acting well my
part in life by going through the college curriculum, I shall be
satisfied.
"I shall ever acknowledge with gratitude that the Children's Aid Society
has been the instrument of my elevation.
"To be taken from the gutters of New York city and placed in a college
is almost a miracle.
"I am not an exception either. Wm. F——, who was taken West during the
war, in a letter received from W—— College, dated Oct. 7, writes thus:
'I have heard that you were studying for the ministry, so am I. I have a
long time yet before I enter the field, but I am young and at the right
age to begin.' My prayer is that the Society may be amplified to greater
usefulness.
Yours very truly,
"JOHN G. B."
ONCE A NEW YORK PAUPER, NOW A WESTERN FARMER
C——, Mich., Oct. 26, 1871.
"MR. J. MACY:
"Dear Sir—I received your very kind and welcome letter a few days
since, and I assure you that I felt very much rejoiced to know that you
felt that same interest in hearing and knowing how your Western boys and
girls get along, as you have expressed in former times.
"In your letter you spoke of the time you accompanied our company of
boys to the West as not seeming so long to you as it really was. For my
own part, if I could not look to the very many pleasant scenes that it
has been my privilege to enjoy while I have been in the West, I do not
think it would seem so long to me since we all marched two and two for
the boat up the Hudson River on our route for Michigan. There were some
among us who shed a few tears as we were leaving the city, as we all
expected, for the last time. But as we sped on and saw new sights, we
very willingly forgot the city with all its dusty atmosphere and
temptations and wickedness, for the country all around us was clothed in
its richest foliage; the birds were singing their sweetest songs, and
all nature seemed praising our Heavenly Father in high notes of joy.
"In the midst of this enchantment we were introduced to the farmers in
the vicinity of A——, and then and there we many of us separated to go
home with those kind friends, and mould the character of our future
life.
"For my own part, I was more than fortunate, for I secured a home with
good man and every comfort of life I enjoyed. I had the benefit of
good schools until I was nearly of age, and when I became of age a
substantial present of eighty acres of good farming land, worth fifty
dollars per acre, was given me, and thus I commenced life. Once a New
York pauper, now a Western farmer. If these lines should chance to meet
the eyes of any boy or girl in your Society, I would say to them, don't
delay, but go to the West and there seek your home and fortune. You may
have some trials and temptations to overcome, but our lives seem happier
when we know that we have done our duties and have done the will of our
Heavenly Father, who has kindly cared for us all through our lives.
"Last winter it was my privilege to be with you all through the
Christmas festivities, and it did my soul good to return and enjoy
Christmas with you after an absence of nearly fifteen years. I met you
there as I also did at the Newsboys' Lodging-house. Those were times of
rejoicing to me to see the wickedness we escaped by not staying at large
in your city. When I returned home I brought with me a girl of eleven
years of age, and intend to do as well by her as my circumstances will
allow. I have been married nearly three years, and by God's grace
assisting us we intend to meet you all on the other shore. I have
written you a very long letter, but I will now close. I shall be pleased
to hear from you again at any time when you feel at liberty to write.
Hoping to hear from you soon again, I remain truly your friend,
C. H. J——."
EMIGRATION.
With reference to the cost of this method of charity, we have usually
estimated the net expenses of the agent, his salary, the railroad fares,
food and clothing for the child, as averaging fifteen dollars per head
for each child sent. Whenever practicable, the agent collects from the
employers the railroad expenses, and otherwise obtains gifts from
benevolent persons; so that, frequently, our collections and "returned
fares" in this way have amounted to $6,000 or $8,000 per annum. These
gifts, however, are becoming less and less, and will probably eventually
cease altogether; the former feeling that he has done his fair share in
receiving and training the child.
We are continually forced, also, towards the newer and more distant
States, where labor is more in demand, and the temper of the population
is more generous, so that the average expense of the aid thus given will
in the future be greater for each boy or girl relieved.
The opposition, too, of the bigoted poor increases, undoubtedly under
the influence of some of the more prejudiced priests, who suppose that
the poor are thus removed from ecclesiastical influences. A class of
children, whom we used thus to benefit, are now sent to the Catholic
Protectory, or are retained in the City Alms-house on Randall's Island.
Were our movement allowed its full scope, we could take the place of
every Orphan Asylum and Alms-house for pauper children in and around New
York, and thus save the public hundreds of thousands of dollars, and
immensely benefit the children. We could easily "locate" 5,000 children
per annum, from the ages of two years to fifteen, in good homes in the
West, at an average net cost of fifteen dollars per head.
If Professor Fawcett's objection [See Fawcett on "Pauperism."] be urged,
that we are thus doing for the children of the Alms-house poor, what the
industrious and self-supporting poor cannot get done for their own
children, we answer that we are perfectly ready to do the same for the
outside hard-working poor; but their attachment to the city, their
ignorance or bigotry, and their affection for their children, will
always prevent them from making use of such a benefaction to any large
degree. The poor, living in their own homes, seldom wish to send out
their children in this way. We do "place out" a certain number of such
children; but the great majority of our little emigrants are the "waifs
and strays" of the streets in a large city.
OUR AGENTS.
The Charity I am describing has been singularly fortunate in its agents;
but in none more so than in those who performed its responsible work in
the West.
Mr. E. P. Smith, who writes the interesting description above, of the
first expedition we sent to the West, has since become honorably
distinguished by labors among the freedmen as agent of the Christian
Commission.
Our most successful agent, however, was Mr. C. C. Tracy, who had a
certain quaintness of conversation and anecdote, and a solid kindness
and benevolence, which won his way with the Western farmers, as well as
the little flocks he conducted to their new fold.
One of his favorite apothegms became almost a proverb.
"Won't the boy ran away?" was the frequent anxious inquiry from the
farmers.
"Did ye ever see a cow run away from a haystack?" was Mr. Tracy's,
rejoinder. "Treat him well, and he'll be sure to stay."
And the bland and benevolent manner in which he would reply to an
irritated employer, who came back to report that the "New-York boy" had
knocked over the milk-pail, and pelted the best cow, and let the cattle
in the corn, and left the young turkeys in the rain, etc, etc, was
delightful to behold.
"My dear friend, can you expect boys to be perfect at once? Didn't you
ever pelt the cattle when you were a boy?"
Mr. T. testified before the Senate Committee in 1871, that he had
transplanted to the West some four or five thousand children, and, to
the best of his knowledge and belief, very few ever turned out bad.
Whenever any of these children chanced to be defective in mind or body,
or, from any other cause, became chargeable on the rural authorities, we
made ourselves responsible for their support, during any reasonable time
after their settlement in the West.
Our present agents, Mr. E. Trott and Mr. J. P. Brace, are exceedingly
able and judicious agents, so that we transported, in 1871, to the
country, some three thousand children, at an expense, including all
salaries and costs, of $31,638.
We have also a resident Western agent, Mr. C. R. Fry, who looks after
the interests of those previously sent and prepares for future parties,
traveling from village to village. The duties of all these agents are
very severe and onerous.
It is a matter of devout thankfulness that no accident has ever happened
to any one of the many parties of children we have sent out, or to the
agents.
The following testimony was given by Mr. J. Macy, Assistant Secretary of
the Children's Aid Society, before the Senate Committee, in 1871:—
"Mr. J. Macy testified that he corresponds annually with from eight
thousand to ten thousand persons, and, on an average, receives about two
thousand letters from children and their employers. He has personal
knowledge of a great many boys growing up to be respectable citizens,
others having married well, others graduating in Western colleges. Out
of twenty-one thousand, not over twelve children have turned out
criminals, The percentage of boys returning to the city from the West is
too small to be computed, not more than six annually. From
correspondence and personal knowledge, he is thoroughly satisfied that
but very few turned out bad, and that the only way of saving large boys
from falling into criminal practices is to send them into good
country-homes. He regarded the system of sending families to the West as
one of the best features of the work of the Society. Not a family has
been sent West which has not improved by the removal. The Society had
never changed the name of a child, and Catholic children had often been
intrusted to Catholic families." * * * * *
"Letter from a newsboy to the Superintendent of the Lodging-house:—
"M——, IND., Nov. 24, 1859.
"'TO MY FRIEND AND BENEFACTOR.—So I take my pen in my hand to let you
know how I am, and how I am getting along; As far as I see, I am well
satisfied with my place; but I took a general look around, and, as far
as I see, all the boys left in M—— are doing well, especially myself,
and I think there is as much fun as in New York, for nuts and apples are
all free. I am much obliged to you, Mr. O'Connor, for the paper you sent
me. I received it last night; I read it last night—something about the
Newsboys' Lodging-house.
"'All the newsboys of New York have a bad name; but we should show
ourselves, and show them, that we are no fools; that we can become as
respectable as any of their countrymen, for some of you poor boys can do
something for your country-for Franklin, Webster, Clay, were poor boys
once, and even Commodore V. C. Perry or Math. C. Perry. But even George
Law, and Vanderbilt, and Astor—some of the richest men of New York—and
Math. and V. C. Perry were nothing but printers, and in the navy on Lake
Erie. And look at Winfield Scott. So now, boys, stand up and let them
see you have got the real stuff in you. Come out here and make
respectable and honorable men, so they can say, there, that boy was once
a newsboy.
"'Now, boys, you all know I have tried everything. I have been a newsboy
and when that got slack, you know I have smashed baggage. I have sold
nuts; I have peddled, I have worked on the rolling billows up the canal.
I was a boot-black; and you know when I sold papers I was at the top of
our profession. I had a good stand of my own, but I found that all would
not do. I could not get along, but I am now going ahead. I have a
first-rate home, ten dollars a month, and my board; and I tell you,
fellows, that is a great deal more than I could scrape up my best times
in New York. We are all on an equality, my boys, out here, so long as we
keep yourselves respectable.
"'Mr. O'Connor, tell Fatty or F. John Pettibone, to send me a Christmas
number of Frank Leslie's and Harper's Weekly, a Weekly News or
some other pictorials to read, especially the Newsboys' Pictorial, if
it comes out. No old papers, or else none. If they would get some other
boys to get me some books. I want something to read.
"I hope this letter will find you in good health, as it leaves me. Mr.
O'Connor, I expect an answer before two weeks—a letter and a paper.
Write to me all about the Lodging-house. With this I close my letter,
with much respect to all.
"'I remain your truly obedient friend,
"'J. K.'"