North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1867-02-27
Speech Of Col. A. f. wanzer, Delivered
at the Railroad Convention at Gut.
tenburg, Feb. 22d, $50.

speech Of Col. "A. f.. Wanzer, Delivered
at the Railroad Convention at Gut.
tenburg, Feb. 22d, 1850.
Mr.. PRESIDENT Like the distinguish
ed Hungarian patriot, | am an exile from
nv native land. He fed from the home
of his ancestors and the scenes of his
childhood, pursued by the bristling bayo-
nets of ruthless Russia, and reached our
happy shores in steamship. fled from
York, my native state, pursued by the
shelalahing hoes and shovels of the legiti-
mate descendants of him, who is known in
song and story as
paddy upon the canawl,'
and reached the far-of, tecming West upon
onc-horse canal boat Yes, sir, che pat
his home for being Governor and controll-
er of the people of Hungary, aud l for be-
ing Governor and controller Of contract
upon the canal.
Mr.. PRESIDENT am now, as I ever
have been, the devoted friend and alvo-
cate of internal improvements. The his
tory of the Erie Canal can never be hand
ed down to posterity correctly, without
associating with it the name of Allen f.
Wanzer--he who reformed the regulations
of contractors, by setting the noble exam
pie of allowing his men four jiggers day,
instead of two.
Mr.. President-It is said that Moses
stretched forth his arm and smote the
rock with his rod. and forth the waters
gushed to quench the thirst of his famish-
ed people. This was indeed noble and
benevolent display of hydraulic art, wor-
thy of the most exalted record. But how
will it compare with the mighty achieve
ment of Dewitt Clinton who-wrapped in
the mantle of power woven by the people
of 1ork-stood with gigantic form upon
the quivering brink of Niagara and amid
the thunderings and roar of it's mighty
cataract lifted his voice and spakc; and
10, the hills parted and the waters Of our
inland seas came flowing in placid muir.
murs toward the majestic Hudson, bear
(, ing upon their bosom the wealth and com.
merce of the mighty West.
Mr.. President Il feel an irresistible
| glow of enthusiasm awakened within me
whenever my
+ memory reverts to the scenes of my childhood"
the glorious days of Dewitt Clinton and
the Erie Canal, and now pass from their
contemplation to enter upon the considera
ton of subject which has of late awak.
ened and aroused the people of Northern
Iowa and Southern Wisconsin; mean
sir, the western terminus of the Mlwau
kec Railroad. Let me say, sir, to the PEG
pie of Milwaukee: Trot over your iror
pony, and when he has quenched his thirst
in the Father of Rivers we will send hin
back, sweating beneath the burden of ou1
agricultural products and the treasures o.
our inexhaustible mines. In return, WI
ask you to whirl among us the mighty av
( alanche of cmigrants that are now plod
ding their way to less inviting climes, anC
in little time the neigh of the iron steet
will cheer your pony from the shores Of
Northern Iowa as he returns begrime(
with SCOT from the coal mountains of thu
esMoines, or burdened with the rich fur.
of the Yellow Stone and the products O
Nebraska.
| Mr.. PRESIDENT am on my way to Or
egon, and when l shall have reached my
future home, | promise you that will ex
ert myself to fan up the Railroad spirit il
that quarter, and help to stretch the iron
track towards you, confidently hoping t,
| greet you with an iron grasp, upon thu
| iCNCi. VI thC CllpO" CiCl
treasures of the Mormon Mountains.
Mr.. President, there are nine Of us hero
representing the exemplary folks of Gar
nayillo eight of my colleagues being
characterized for sobriety and intelligence
have delegated to me the duty of receiving
in their behalf the yinous hospitality Of
Gutenberg. | am glad, Mr.. President
that there arc but nine of us for hard
ly think that could have stood up at the
bar and represented the tenth man in {
becoming manner.
MIR. President, am now going to con
clude my remarks with sentiment, ant
here it is
The Milwaukee and Mississippi Rail
road-like the fearless husband, whose
wife was restrained from pitching int
him. say, LET her come. '-Dubuqu
Tribune Report, FEB. "A, 1850.