The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-08-26

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They have come down 10 as
n mm generation Here are
sks whose Ife began ba'or.
aaached his bule f q
sneu world and . s.
aoaz euy-lariaa ,ma ie-lanu-
tel "a .h ahl WIS sns two
anlrei years before ihe Revolution.
loa look upou an aak which Is old
oash 8 hnc formed part Of the
,.aa-h Armada. s.d ie. how little
yolr He OF threeseore year. and
tell The tree was Oh before you
came into existence is lrayes will
be green Nhp yoa are j The
same iaui
ancestors were
thyse lrnea
row head, d Pocalontas. iilI collect
every autumn. their winters store OF
acorns 10 the hollow trunk, and yon-
DER brook, unfeltered by any mill,
comes ripping down from its mysteri-
Gus source, singing the same song
which the oak has heard ever since
the spring when first its folded leaves
we're woocd from out the bud. Now,
as Of yore the lordIy turkey spreads
his fan like tail, and struts about, drag
ging his rustIing wings on the ground ];
and the startled partridge cpheasaat
they call him by the Delaware) or
your approach whirs away into the
ueighboring thiket. But primitive
as The forest seems, the mighty changes
which two and half centuries have
wrought % this continent have made
their influence feit even 10 this seelnd
ed spot and the venerable patriarch
Of the wood, whose lutstre.chcd arms
drop blessings on us as we rest under
is shadow ID Die sultry heat Of sum
mer, has noticed many changes Death
10 long lark il it, branches, crouch
ing 10 spring upon lhe pa sing deer.
The VOLTS long howl no longer start
les tho miluight very seldom now
does a deer stop 70 drink a. the brook
and never more will the oak look down
On tle olHarY an fire Of the Indian
hunue Y Is, epa.-ei SINCE var
who3a d h ava es smtle he forrest
echo, u now wnen ;Ha unl bow
from the north ia misty morning,
there sometimes comes from distant
town the faint shrek Of a locomotive.
When that sound first penetrated the
solitude, the oak was startled from its
reyery, and being remiude O on
forgotten cry, once familiar IN ,he day,
Of good King Powhaiaa, waited ~
vain, to see line of paintel warriors
Gle past, with the red trophies of their
valor hanging at their girdles. Little
did the oak dream how ominous Of
evil 10 its race was that locomotive
whistle. History will record what
coming events we're 10 make their in
auence felt in thi, forest but, reelin-
ing on the shore Of the Rapilan two
year, ago, saw 30 Guilty SIR axis Of
crimson on it sav ana oas
Of tie futur spent nc p.eas Ht hours
IL Weaving IL, ianoiaa ABOUT the pro--
ent aud the past.
The wood is as wild as it was two
hundred years ago. The angled thick
cts, and wandering grape-yines, and
Wondering trunks Of trees are such
as 0pecancanough used TO see in his
hunting excursions. Standing on the
accumulated mould Of countless centu-
ries, far removed from the din Of civil
lization, it is not easy to realize that
the wood has suffered any chang
Where fallen tree had loo a3 &c
earth at its roots, | picked i tie hea
OF an Indian arrow. Did Peato
shoot it A great many ofthese
ious relics are found on certain bin
in this vicinity. Perhaps /, IS lhe
site Of an Indian b tile. lIic illus ar
ma, bic VA who p. Whu a bcaufi
ful liul pool a n be
depth o .ae or 3 yer
bent o. am a beauty ID
its mgrro aaie.- pe eaaace an Indian
girl, som sims strs ng farther than
usual from h- fHaers wigwam, glad
ne 81 ihe aaers with her image or
the dryai, issuing from he oaks on
to- ina sa. came forth to bathe ia
i. co9lae.s The trunks Of the trees,
wbie aaa oand and extend their
a,oye the Sleeping
,5si in liehe
o loa star
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