We Were In All Four Men With

We Were In All Four Men With Eight Animals; For Besides The Spare Horses Led By Shaw And Myself, An Additional Mule Was Driven Along With Us As A Reserve In Case Of Accident.

Art, Industry, And Commerce, So Long Crushed And Overborne, Were Stirring Into Renewed Life, And A Crowd Of Adventurous Men, Nurtured In War And Incapable Of Repose, Must Seek Employment For Their Restless Energies In Fields Of Peaceful Enterprise.

The Growth Of New England Was A Result Of The Aggregate Efforts Of A Busy Multitude, Each In His Narrow Circle Toiling For Himself, To Gather Competence Or Wealth. The Expansion Of New France Was The Achievement Of A Gigantic Ambition Striving To Grasp A Continent. It Was A Vain Attempt.

If Any Pale Student, Glued To His Desk, Here Seek An Apology For A Way Of Life Whose Natural Fruits Is That Pallid And Emasculate Scholarship Of Which New England Has Had Too Many Examples, It Will Be Far Better That This Sketch Had Not Been Written. For The Student There Is, In Its Season, No Better Place Than The Saddle, And No Better Companion Than The Rifle Or The Oar.

Four Men Are Missing; R., Sorel And Two Emigrants. They Set Out This Morning After Buffalo, And Have Not Yet Made Their Appearance; Whether Killed Or Lost, We Cannot Tell.