In One Point The Plan Was Fatally

In One Point The Plan Was Fatally Defective, Since It Involved The Deadly Enmity Of A Race Whose Character And Whose Power Were As Yet But Ill Understood,--the Fiercest, Boldest, Most Politic, And Most Ambitious Savages To Whom The American Forest Has Ever Given Birth.

We Were Now Arrived At The Close Of Our Solitary Journeyings Along The St. Joseph's Trail.

America, When It Became Known To Europeans, Was, As It Had Long Been, A Scene Of Wide-spread Revolution.

When America Was First Made Known To Europe, The Part Assumed By France On The Borders Of That New World Was Peculiar, And Is Little Recognized. While The Spaniard Roamed Sea And Land, Burning For Achievement, Red-hot With Bigotry And Avarice, And While England, With Soberer Steps And A Less Dazzling Result, Followed In The Path Of Discovery And Gold-hunting, It Was From France That Those Barbarous Shores First Learned To Serve The Ends Of Peaceful Commercial Industry.

We Were Now, As I Before Mentioned, Upon This St. Joseph's Trail. It Was Evident, By The Traces, That Large Parties Were A Few Days In Advance Of Us; And As We Too Supposed Them To Be Mormons, We Had Some Apprehension Of Interruption.