The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-05-07
Uncle sam's:Farrn.

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Two centuries ago Uncle Sam was an
infa nj, end his preseBf farm was the red
mems wild. The Ihdisno was no farmer
He left the soil pntufned, and the trees 70
grow as they chose, The creeks and rivers to
flow as they pleased, 1.-The useful metals un-
disturbed in their beds His house was of
poles, covered with the skins Of beasts. He
made no roads, no vehicles. no boat but q
hollow log. He stole his clothes from the
animals, or went unclad- The plumes Of
birds, beads Of beach shells, the school. boys
paint stone, were his ornaments. Thecane
and flint furnished him arrows. His pipe was
stone with q hole in 1t; his knife stone
sharpened; his grist mill two. stones, the
4 rudest thing that can be called q, mortarr &.
Uncle Sans first crops were enriched
with his own and Indian and British blood,
Then he began to tear down his old barns
and build better, to open roads, cut canals,
improve harbors, rake snags from the rivers
and cover the States with net work ofral.
troads. 'i e'I' 90 -s'AS' V's" ''1 o" ~''
Uucle Sam snaps his thumb and finger, and
cities spring up like magic; he blocks out
State, and sees a building more glorious
than the full blossoming OF an ancient en-
Ipire. With his two iron rails, his Herculean
steam horse, and his great train Of wagons,
he outstrips the swift wind and makes the
ouks prick up their ears or move off with
Ilfright. The streams are beset with noisy
mill gear; the rivers filed with proud
steamers; ships, whose tonnage is greater
than that old John Bull, love to hover with
their white wings about the seaports, and
lay their huge bulks along the wharves of
RUncle Sam. There are thick walled wealth
in the cities, happiness in the country, in.
dustry and enterprise everywhere. - li'.@ d
| Whilst more than three thousand church
spires speak of Uncle Sans Sabbath pro.
pensities, two hundred aud thirty-four collie
ges, with academies and common schools
sown broadcast, tell Of his wishes and ex-
pecta,ions in respect to the rising genera
tion. aryf.s ,,-saeNsE .r:r '35g''ar0 0H
/ Toss up your head, Uncle Sam, and let US
see the moist of your eye, while we tell you
that you have the best and largest farm on
this earth! There it lies "on the top Of the
gIobe,' craIled between two great oceans,
with nearly thirty Thousand, miles Of sea
coast, besuttful with great, harbors aga
proud headlands. Surely it is an ill trade
wind that can blow you no commercial
good. Hither shall come the ends of the
earth to exchange commodities. Your fairs
shall concentrate more interest than did
the games of ancient Greece. The produce
of your. farm shall add a hundred million to
the population of the globe. Last year you
raised more than two thousand million dol
lars worth Of agricultural products, and
yet the farm is not half cleared; besides, you
did over fifteen million dollars worth of
other work. Then think Of your one hum
dred and thirty thousand square miles Of
cornfelds, your hills and deep down noun.
Trims, full Of the useful metals, and your Cali
iornia. ,.......t. .,.. ~. ss-,..a. ..as..,n, s-
I A word, Uncle Sam; do rs you have done,
and you shall be the happiest and noblesl un:
Gle that ever graced this earth.-&. Losis
!, Democrat. .. -s. .,, ,.z-.s.. rs: ..5r