St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1859-07-21
d0rtuaro tbe Gourse Of empire takts its @ap.'

! is tHC ldUlcSL IOHldnCc. TTOln ltS very
cradle among the northern highlands
| till its proud waves meet and clasp
those of the ocean, it wears a fresh,
exhaustless beauty,-a deep, abound
| ing fullness and freedom, which claims
reverence as well as admiration--fit
/ ideal of man in the New World.
An unambitious man should build
his home in the valley of the Connec-
ticut--for if anything on earth can in
spire tranquil and pleasant feelings,
then will the objects which, so har-
moniously combined, make this valley
exceedingly beautiful. The Connecti-
cut river has been aptly termed the
Nile of New-England." 1t cannot
be presumed that it will vie in rich
ness and magnificcnce with the great
fountain of Egypts wealth still it
is of vast Importance to the country
through which it passes. Rising amid
the highlands which divide the waters
of the ST Lawrence from those of
the Atlantic, the Connecticut traverses
route of more than four hundred
miles, till it discharges its waters into
Long Island Sound In imitation of
the Nile, this beautiful stream an
nually, and sometimes scmi-annually,
overnows its banks, thereby greatly
fertilizing the broad and verdant
meadows through which it passes.
As | have before asserted, the
scenery of the Connecticut is most
pleasing and beautiful. In full view
from my window, as | sit writing, are,
Old Moose Ilillock, Owls Head, Su-
gar Loaf, and other bold and lofty clc-
vations of the White Mountain range,
the Alps of New England" as the
White Mountains have been not map.
propriately termed, while at their
base, this side, the limpid waters OF
the calm and majestic Connecticut
gracefully meander through green and
fertile meadows. Still this valley is
not attended by that imposing grand,
eur which walls in the Hudson, nor
that tremendous subIimity which over,
awes the visitor to Niagara's cataract
But for bland, verdant scencry,-fol
neat and tasty farms with their tidy
dwellings, dotted all along on its banks,
with here and there little village OF
white cottages nestled together as il
for mutual comfort and happiness, all
the happy and peaceful abodes of low
ing families, for industry, integrity
morality, and all that makes man tru
ly great and happy,-there is no place
on earth that can surpass it.
Beautiful and lovely as this valley
is, through the combined agency OF
nature and art, and pleasant as it is
to contemplate the enjoyment afforded
to cirli2ed man-stil we cannot sup
press the reflection that, not many
generations ago, in this enchanting
vale, there lived and loved anoth
er race of beings. Beneath tn,
same sun that now looks down OF
these cultivated and fruitful fields
and these happy abodes of civilize,
man, the Indian hunter here once pun
sued the painting deer ; gazing on tn
same moon that smiles on us, the In
dian lover wooed and won his dusk
mate. Here the wigwam blaze beanie
on the tender and the helpless I; til
council.fire gazed on the wise and til
daring. Here, too, they worshiped
and from dark bosom went up
). pure prayer to the Great Spirit. Go
!, had not written his laws for them o
!, tables of stone, but he had trace
4 lilciii oH tlc tdplttS VI lhcli bSoitS.
The poor child of nature knew nc
the God of revelation, but the God {
the universe he acknowledged in cv,
rything around lie beheld him
the star that sank in beauty benin
; his lowly dwelling in the sacred or
- that famed on high in the flow,
that spreads its fragrance on the wind'
; in the towering pine, the tiny iore'
songster, the fearless eagle, the worn
even, as well as his own matches
;, form, glowing with spark of tn;
:, light to whose mysterious source
:. bent in humble though blind adoratiol
1.-The land was thers-ths glorious land,
III With all It's wealth of wood and streams
1! Their warriors strong of heart and hand.
:. Their daughters, beautiful as dreams,
~ (when wearied, al the thirsty noon,)
TO They knelt them where the spring gished up,
,s To taste their Fathers blessed boon--
Unlike the white mans poison cup"
" But, in the language of another gift,
bard, We imagine them saying
They waste aye like April snow
Is In the warm noon, We shrink away
IT. And fast they follow, as we go,
Towards the setting day.
10, Till they shall fill the land and We
in Are driven into the western sea-"
is Long before the white man set fo
MS upon these banks, the wild sons of t
its forest here cultivated their meade
he patches in the growth of maize or
ed dian corn, and the celebrated &C
lie bow" a few miles above this pla,
w. was probably the most extensive
ii. dian farm in this section of the col
IN try. But at length the white IN
or came and took possession. Like t
ms morning dew before the suns pierci
he rays, did the poor untutored son
Ks, the forest, his squaw and papoos