A New Home – Who’ll Follow or Glimpses of Western Life

I claim for these straggling and cloudy crayon sketches of life and manners in the remoter parts of Michigan the merit of general truth of outline. Beyond this I venture not to aspire. I felt somewhat tempted to set forth my little book as being entirely what it is very nearly a veritable history; an unimpeachable transcript of reality; a rough picture, in detached parts, but pentagraphed from the life; a sort of “Emigrant’s Guide :” considering with myself that these my adventurous journeyings and tarryings beyond the confines of civilization might fairly be held to confer the traveller’s privilege. But conscience prevailed, and I must lionestly confess that there be glosses and colorings and lights, if not shadows for which the author is alone accountable…