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1Author:  Trowbridge J. T. (John Townsend) 1827-1916Add
 Title:  The deserted family, or, Wanderings of an outcast  
 Published:  2003 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: On the afternoon of a quiet summer's day, a weary foot traveller turned aside from a dusty country road, and on the grassy slope of a pleasant hillside sat down upon the ground. With a heavy sigh he removed from his brow a torn and faded straw hat, and brushing back the moist locks of gray hair that fell upon his forehead, gazed sadly down into the beautiful valley before him. “Dearest Cousin: The terrible excitement of this awful day, the confusion around me, the smell of murder which invades my nostrils, the weighty cares on my mind, my unsteady nerves, and the bruised state of the tin pan on the bottom of which I write this letter, must be my apology for the wretched scrawl I send you. “Adored Alice: How I shall write this note I know not. The tin pan which served me as a desk before has been wrested from me by a barbarous multitude. I am driven to use a rough board, which I hold upon my knee. The truth is, I am looked upon as a maniac by some; others consider me a reporter for the Gazette and Recorder. My friends shake their heads doubtfully at my enterprise. But nothing can daunt me. Write I must, and will! “Star of my Existence, dearest Cousin: In the midst of my imperative duties, I snatch a few minutes from my much-occupied time to keep you posted up. I have testified — told the truth — the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I feel relieved. I have done my duty. I have acted — a man! “Meet me to-morrow morning, at ten, in the spot we have called Shadowland.
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