"I did not fret, nor waste myself in mean foolish regrets--I saw the shipwreck before us, but made the best of it, and it was nothing I could in any way prevent. Internally I vented my spleen upon the false position held by women, who seemingly could do nothing better than suppress all screaming and go down with the wreck."
Still, her letters to her husband that Spring of 1837 are more supportive than this later assessment would reveal. Writing to Seba, who was on a trip surveying "No 8," on June 4, Smith wrote,
I am willing to break away from the trammels of artificial life and go into the lone wilderness, and methinks we might near there, another Eden, and bring up our sons to manliness and virtue. You shall be Adam, and I Eve, a little antique to be sure, and our sons shall all be Enochs."
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