Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1857-05-29
Uncie sam,s Fnfm,. .

Two centuries ago Uncle Sam was an
infant. and his present farm was the red
mans wild. The Indian was no farmer.
He left the soil unturned. the trees 10
grow as they chose. the creeks and rivers
TO flow as they pleased. the useful metals
undisturbed in their bed. His house was
Of polesi covered with the skins OF beasts.
He made no roads, no vehicles. no boat
but hollow log. He stole his clothes
from the animals. or went unclad. The
plnmes Of birds, beads of beach shells,
the ,schoolboy Is paint stone. were his or
-naments. The cane and flint furnished
him arrows. His pipe was stone with
hole in il; his knife q stone sharpened;
his grist mill two stones. the rudest thing
that can be called a mortar.
Uncle Sans FIRST crops were enriched
With his own aud Indian and British
blood. Then he began to tear down his
old log barns and build better. to open
roads, cut canals. improve harbors. rake
snakes from the rivers and cover the
States over with q net work of railroads.
Uncle Sam snaps his thumb and fin
ger, and cities spring up like the crea-
lions OF magic; he blocks out State,
and sees o building more glorious than
the full blossoming OF an ancient empire.
With his two iron rails. his Herculean
steam horse, and his great train Of wag-
ons. he outstrips the swift winds aud
makes the oaks prick up their ears or
move off with fright. The streams are
heset with noisy mill gear; the rivers FILL
ed with proud steamers; ships. whose
tonnage is greater than that of old John
Bull, love to hover with their white
wings about the seaports. and lay their
huge bulks along the Wharves of Uncle
Sam. There are thick-walled wealth in
the cities. happiness in tho country, in
dpstry and enterprise every where.
While more than three thousand
church spires speak Of Uncle Sans Sab
bath propensities. two hundred and thir-
ty-four colleges, with academies and CONS
mon schools sown broadcast, tell Of his
wishes and expectations in respect to the
rising generation.
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 larg-
est farm ON this earth There it lies ION
the top of the globe. graded between two
great oceans. with nearly thirty thousand
miles Ut sea coast. beautiful with great
hsrbors and proud headlands. Surely it
Is an i'll trade>wind that can blow you no
commercial good. Hither shall come the
ends OF the earth to exchange commodi-
ties. Your fairs shall concentrate more
interest than did the games of ancient
Greece. The produce Of your farm shall
add hundred million to the population
OF the globe. Last year You raised more
than two thousand million dollars worth
of agricultural products. and yet the farm
is not halt cleared; besides. you did over
fifteen hundred million dollars worth of
other work. Then think Of your one
hundred and thirty thousand square
miles of corn field. your hills and deep
down mountains. full Of the useful metals,
and your California. ...
A word, Uncle Sam: do as you have
done. and you shall be the happiest and
noblest. uncle that has ever graced this
earth.-S. Louis Democrat: