My name is Elizabeth Bedford. I am 78 years old in this the year of our Lord, 1850. I guess you’re wanting me to tell what it was like when my husband Robert and I came to take possession of the land granted him by the British Crown for his military service in the American Revolution.
My heart sank at the sight of the mighty trees whose huge trunks stretched to the veryheavens and whose canopy of leaves were so dense that the light of day could not penetrate to where we stood.
At first I cursed the forest, its gloominess,its dangers — thieves and wild animals. I dared not let the children out of my sight for many an adult was known to lose his way. Read the rest of this entry