Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1836-11-16

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'Ollapods' amusing sketches, relating 10 his So
journ in Buffalo:
Repenons A Bu6alo.-He who would
form just appreciation of this wonderful
city, let him, as did, (if he have literary
acquaintanoes and comrades of the mind,
but personally unknown,) take the arm of a
friend, and as the twilight comes on, go
down through Main street to the Erie pier.
What sight 1t is one which makes the
heart of the observer swell with pride that
he was born an american. 1t was Sum-
day evening" as Southey would say, when
| coursed with my friend along the crowded
quay of Buffalo. The sun had gone down
beyond the far headlands towards the &C.
cident, and track of quNering gold stretch
ed for leagues to the west over the dancing
waves of that inland ocean, Erie-portray-
ing the ruddy brightness of the day gods
car. Inspiring music filledthe atmosphere
the streamers of steam craft, (ready, like a
mighty war horse, to burst their tether, and
paving the waves with impatience,) flouted
the sky; the tramp of unnumbered feet
echoed along the pavements; the church
going bell rang from afar. | stopped for
some minutes to gaze upon the face of a
beautiful Indian girl, Of the Seneca tribe, as
she offered me her gay colored moccasins.
| would not buy-but | could not 60.
waited, therefore, with pleased delay, affect
ing not to understand her broken English ;
watching, the while, how her voluptuous
l. 4. o.,l raIl
prised, and dewy eyes. She was perhaps
sixteen; grace beyond words, yet stately as
Juno, and her form moulded in all the full
ness of youth. There was such world OF
intelligence in her glance, and in that soft
blush, half olive and half ruby, which glow
ed on her cheek, that-Q might as well
own it)-the bosom of Ollapod was mar
velously troubled. Laugh not, reader but
to that bright remnant of perishing race
the enthusiastic Benedict kissed his hand
Yes, in the tawny digts Of the fair Sene-
ca went Their lips, and a smile, bright as a
line of unsullied light from-the pearly gates
of Eden, beamed upon the parting glance
of Ollapod. Twas evanescent-but how
nice!
have no idea OF being statistical: my linn.
tied acquaintance with Dabol, and other
arithmetical gentlemen, forbids me from
dabbling in figures. But, II any one de.
sires to see practical multiplication, whethe,
in persons or property, let him 60 to Buffalo
sWhere are those STEAMBOATS, bound?' ask
ed | of my friend, as we stood uponthe pier
which, in front of warehouses for many
rod in extent, was covered TO the heigh
of fifteen and sometimes twenty feet witt
unhoused merchants for which the houses
themselves, glutted to the overflow, had no
admission.
ooh, only few hundred miles up til,
lake.
"A fcw hundred mileSr | exclaimed, as
tonished: In the name Of aquatic locomo
ton, how far can they got Do you pre-
tend to say they can proceed farther to tn,
west than | have come from the south eastl
A hearty laugh followed this observation
which startled the by-standers. Just at thi
moment steamer got under way. sh,
moved majestically along the side of the pier
passing ships almost innumerable; bugle
and trumpets hallowed the air with those ma
tional songs which do so stir my blood an,
really am quite unable to describe m,
elateness of spirit, as she turned the poin
where the light house lifts its tall pharo
over the land and wave, and went musicall,
along the bosom of Erie-the wreaths o
smoke and flame shooting in gusty grandeu
from her chimneys. fifteen hundred mile
might that craft travel along the west, to
wards the setting sun. What was latel,
there! the howl of the wolf and the Indian
the whoop on the war-trail, and the solemn
yell around the council fire. From thos,
dim shores, now fading into the indistinct
ness of twilight, went up the smoke Of thu
wigwam, or the CLEAN from the pine torch
by whose light the red man guided his ven
turous canoe! What is there nowl Towns
rear their bristlirg spires and masts, ant
send their spirit boats along the waters lik'
things of life; the hallowed chimes of tn,
Sabbath reach the Indian in his hut and tn,
raven on his bough.--The Past has vanish
ed as scroll; and the busting, the usua
Present is around us, with the hiss of it
rail road engines, the thunders of its steam
ing apparatus, and the rolling of the trium
plant wheels of commerce. 1t seems {,
me, too, that in these western regions tn
soul of man glows with newer fire, an,
fresher impulse-as if some Indian Pro
metheus, seeing the decay of the Red Ma
tons, had sent fervent spirit into the DO
som of their white SUCCESSORS. A wor,
here in the readers ear. IF thou goest {,
Buffalo, ascend thee to the dome of tn
American, and cast thine eyes southwark
There league on league, stretches the blu
and primeval wilderness, and from the wig
vans of the Scnecas the smokes 90 up, a
in the days when the whole forest was thei
dominion, and the Pale Faces feeble an,
few. Look then around you. Magic i
there The tide of power, rising and rol,
ing onward, sends its roar to your car al
you see the progress Of that mighty foo
of enterprise which is yet to eli the Yves
with noble and prosperous people.
you are an American, your heart will boun
proudly within you, until you feel as if, lk
the green mountains of ancient Israel, yo
could break forth into singing. If you low
your native land, trdpel through IL, and you
affection will increase and multiply nightly
Yes, my glorious country!-every addition
al mile traverse of thy boundaries, adds L
the flame of attachment. Filledwith brav
and generous people, who have done NOR
in the same space of time than any natiol
cver did to promote the honor and liberty O
mani love fhoot 1rVho,, ho~x A., tbox,]