Histories

In the year 1831, when the Michigan fever was carrying off hundreds to that country, my husband and myself, then residing in Pennsylvania, caught the raging epidemic. Being young, and possessing a good share of firmness connected with more than common constitutions, we made up our minds that Michigan was the place for us. Having both lost our parents when quite young, we were left with no other fortune than to earn our bread by the sweat of our brow. Having been married only three years, our capital, of course, was very small. We made a vendue and sold all our household furniture, excepting a little salt dish and a few bed clothes. We were carried away with the idea of moving to the far West, we scarcely thought but what the comforts and conveniences of life were the abundant products of that much-extolled Eldorado.