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

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.

It Was A Rich And Gorgeous Sunset - An American Sunset; And The Ruddy Glow Of The Sky Was Reflected From Some Extensive Pools Of Water Among The Shadowy Copses In The Meadow Below.

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.

Humanity, Morality, Decency, Might Be Forgotten, But Codfish Must Still Be Had For The Use Of The Faithful In Lent And On Fast Days.