Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1866-01-25
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Arriving at Mt. vefhoh, I moantsd d
horse for New Harmony. l did this two
hours later than ought to have dated my
arrival Of that place, and still in a good
humor In the meantime the weather
had most wonderfully got out of fix.
From midsummer we were plunged into
midwinter. Yet the ground had not
froze sufficiently to bear up. My horse
having no name, so far a. i knew, IEoDs
de plHnsed him Calumet, and was willing
to make any terms if he would profit me
in carrying me safe through. The roads,
the roads, oh the roads, Why, they are
no roads at all, no more than tubs
tub that has no bottom. Still, was in
good humorI Once Calumet was
down, and I knew not what we were
coming to, or, rather, where we were GO
ing. But ] stuck to him, and he stuck
TOTO the road. Then said, making
few passes over his neck and name,
"poor fellow, poor fellow" Then BY
Herculean draw, he carried me on-in a
good humor, too.
l observed that the apple orchards be-
tween Mt Vernon and New Harmony
were badly attended to. Most of these
orchards, judging from the size of the
trees, were just in their prime. But,
for three or four years, the pruning knife
had not been among them, and unless
applied soon these goodly trees will be
ruined. Wake up, ye husbandmen; ye
once desired an orchard, now take care
of it. st 90.
came TO a bridge, and over the en-
trance / saw an admonition, puncluated
as follows: Ut was in Posey county,
"One, dollar. fine, for, riding, or, driv-
ing, faster, than, a, walk, over, this
bridge" es. 81 81. =s.a ~ g
believe this bridge is near Smiths
School House. @of' is
Ny attention was next directed to a
pen made of poles, perhaps 8 by 10,
erected near the road in the edge of g
dense forest I: was covered with snow,
and as / approached observed marble
slab leaning against the end next the
road. My anxiety was awakened to see
who lay there, all alone, in the silence
and solitude of that grim old forest. 1
saw the name, Fl. G. Black, aged 43,
&C., and these touching lines:
"An anectienafe haabald, father dear,
A faithful friend lies buried here"
Riding slowly away, and musing upon
that epitaph, said, iftrue, a nobler one
could not be written. He has glad
dened the heart of wife, a mother,
and of children and neighbors, and
friends revered and loved him, and the
community lost valuable citizen when
he left the world.
l once stood by the grave of man
that was conspicuous for his intemper.
ance and sensualty, and yet his friends
had tomb stone put up, with hu-
man hanl pointing upward, and under
meath were the words, "Gone to Heav-
emf I thought perhaps it was mis-
take in having the hand point in that
direction, and that the last word of the
epitaph should have been a mon osyllable.
But they might have been changing poet
~ into truth, and 80 l did not think any
thing more about it. 1s- -
But these lines by the lone grave in
the wilderness, felt were true-the
hand of affection had placed them there.
l then thought of many husbands that
are not affectionate, of many fathers
that are not dear to their children, of
many men that could not be regarded as
faithful friends, and Sc making out en-
epitaph for one that ] knew of this dis.
cription, would that there was only one
left,) it run about as follows:
NJ hiioCtAOudto uusDhuus no IdtHeF O6ais
No faithful friend lies buried ere.
Alas, this might be written on too many
tomb stones. But what about the wives?
Well-let us drop the snbjectl
l didn't learn but two things while in
New Harmony-and yet there may be
great deal learned there. One was, that
the large building, the old Fort occupied
by David Dale Owen as a Repository
for his geological specimens and curl
osites of natural history--had been
sold for 1900 and turned into large
woollen factory. att
The other fact learned was, that du-
ring the coming Spring and Summer,
Hon. Robert Dale Owen intends put
ing up Gne residence near by. Mr..
Owen, then, still considers himself a
resident of Indiana--and bis future
home is to be among us, and on some of
those beautiful hills, overlooking the
village, he will after awhile lie down to
rest and wait for the life to come.
If Indiana fails to purchase the Cab
met of the late David Dale Owen, per.
haps the finest On the Continent, for her
University at Bloomington, she will fail
in securing an invaluable scientific
treasure for her sons, and show lack
Of apprehension of great and desirable
things in this line, that will of itself be
reproach upon her fair name.
- a BEFFER.