Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-03-22

States in 1919, peace found no resting
place within her borders, and not till |
the year 1915, did her inhabitants feel
that their safety was ensured, for the
Indians fought for their homes with all
the arts of barbarous warfare. All over
the State are the graves of the brave
men who fell by their hands. while the
history of the red man in Florida is but
repetition of their history all over this
land. Most of them have been trans
ferred to honors beyond the Mississippi.
while handful hundred or two
have taken refuge in the Everglades,
where they are secure from alfintrusion.
Westward the tide of empire takes its
way" but there is melancholy sadness
in the thought that prosperity for the
white race is purchased at such a price
the life of the noble red men.
Morning dawned and then commenced
the work of investigation, for had come
not merely to see with my two eyes what
happened to be lying about, but to hunt
out everything of interest the old town
contained.
The first thing that is observed is the
narrow streets with balconies projecting
over them. They seem like alleys into
which, by some strange mistake, the
houses of business and the front doors
of dwellings have strayed; aud, for a
moment, fancy there must be wide
| street on the other side of the house. and
| ] forthwith proceed to mount coquina
wall and peep over, to find, not broad
street, but lovely gardens shaded with
banana and orange trees suddenly re-
member that these streets were planned
three hundred years ago. and then ten
feet was quite wide enough for street
to be-toO wide for some. it seems, for
Treasury street is only six. As | go
along | see a sign board which reads /:
Five dollars fine for driving out of a
walk when going around a corner" A
necessary precaution, as in many places
it requires careful engineering for two
teams to pass each other without inter
locking the wheels.
The first place we stop at is the post
office, for no matter how far away | may
stray, still look anxiously and long.
ingly for letters from home, and the
home papers are eagerly devoured, ever
though the types have made my crosse:
into ''crops," and have sent me to Mrs
Fisk's reception when | dressed for tha
of Mrs. Fish, wife of the Secretary o
State forgive it all because another
column tells me about the donation par
ties. the singing school and the tin wed
dings, reminding me that only two year
ahead lies my own time to accumulate
much tin.
The building in which the post-offic'
is located was originally the Old Gov
ernment House or Palace, but the nine
teenth century has lain its hand upol
the old house, and turned it into a fine
modern building, with plain but sub
stantial looking exterior. On the frs
floor is the post-ofice, courtroom an
public reading room with library at
tachcd the second floor is used for tn
public school for whites. The room i
use for the post Office, extends across on
end of the building. On entering,
was at once attracted by the finish {
the letter boxes. Fully one half al
lock boxes with brass Tor metal resen
bling brass) backs. with beautiful ar;
besque finishing. and kept bright an
shining but. prettiest of all, is tn
wood with which the remaining porto
of the cases are finished it is red ceda
:. and never was piano cover more tho
- oughly polished. bringing out the del
6 cate grain of the wood and showing
g to the best possible advantage.
Passing out we go on through the ma
row streets out to the old Gatewa
! Once this was a formidable affair, al
! none could pass it without the mag
: countersign but that time is amor
: dead things No sentry stands the
: now to give the cry, ''Who goes there
No watchful eyes are upon us to 10
! whether we 90 to the east or the ives
The watchman is turning to dust in Il
:, old Spanish burial ground, just beyor
|. that clump of orange trees, and age b;
:, left its footprints on his watch towe
6 for naught remains but two formidab
stone posts and small portion of Il
wall which once barred entrance so S
- curely.
A little beyond the old Gateway is
- cemetery. and We slowly pass into t
:. enclosure and wander around among t
! graves, reading the epitaphs with id
lf curiosity. for we are among strange
y here. as we are when moving among Il
-. living at our hotel. But suddenly 0
- attention is arrested, for We have foul
: the grave of Green Mountain woma
~ and living or dying, common sists
j. hood should unite them all. The
l.. seription on the slab is:
=. Ellen Isabella,
:, dau Of John Wheeler, ID. ID. of Vermol
iie wife of Rev. Jos. HI. Myers,