The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1881-05-28

In the midst OF these reflections the ubiquitous
brakeman opens the door and informs US thattho
train has reached Salamanca, where We change
to the Erie Railway, All the way along this
great trunk line the lard is rich in historical and
pictorial views, but especially for about two hun
bred miles. have travelled II backward and for.
ward dozens Of times, but never watched the
fecting panorama with deeper interest than on
this occasion. To the right and only few miles
south are seen the great oil regions of the Brad.
ford oil and coal fields the largest in the world
in extent aud yield. $4,000 barrels are pumped
and spouted every twenty four hours. Towering
derricks, higher than church spires, and steel
drills that weigh tons each, are busy night aAd
day piercing the rocky depths OF earth, some OF
them over 3 ZOO feet into the strata. New wells
are being developed every day. The entire yield
OF which may be considered equal to yentenths
Of oil the coal oil in the United States. But with
all this, the day may arrive when the flow
will cease, and coal oil will be more expensive
illumination than the electric light Of to-day.
The afternoon began to fit by as we drew up
at Hornelsvile for dinner after which we skip
along the westernmost confines OF the once Wild
es on at maddening speed, through deep cuts
round sharp curves and on the edges of dazzling
rsvines, sweeping along by sinking valleys and
broad green mountain slopes, till Painted Post
is reached, near the site OF the last fierce battle
between the Six Nations aud their pale faced
conquerors. In l779, when the famous Indian or
ator Red Jacket drank OF Knlckerbocker blood
Then through the picturesque town Of Waverly,
a short distance from which Brant, the half
breed, planned the Wyoming massacre. Only
the blue Susquehauna and the purling Chemuug
were witnesses of that dread plot and their bub-
bling story has no meaning to the ears OF the
sumbering settlers Down by the slyery Lack
AWAKEN Brants red warriors swooped down up
on the doomed militia, and those who fell lie
buried in tombs governed In the mountain side ;
and little beyond, where the bones OF those
who yielded life in that dread fray were gathered
in little park, and are COMMUNICATED by a
marble shaft. Husband aud wife, who fed
through the starless night, winged with terror
were the only survivors Of that horrible masss.
ere. They finally died in peace, and their bones
are mouldering or have long since mouldered in
the little graveyard near the village.
During this reverie OF Indian traditions We
passed Corning, one Of the most delightful and
picturesquely situated towns of this lovely val.
ley. On each side Of the town rise gracefully
high wooded hills upon whose submits many
we'll cultivated farms are 10 be seen. Along the
valley between the hills flows serenely the once
famous Cumming river, now spanned by q bridge
400 feet long, across which stretches the Roches.
ter branch Of the Eric Railway. Owing to the
limited space for building purposes Corning is
laid out on the terrace plan" street above
street, and penetrating the hllsides. 1t is par.
ticularly noted for its factories, but most partic.
uarly glass factories and bottle works. the latter
the larges. and best in the United States, but
specially in flint glass, druggists sundres and
cut glas. ware, which has found its way to all
markets of the world.
Leaving Corning, the train winds serpeHtin
like along the valley towards Owego's bonuy
hills, where Fanny Fern rambled and wrote, and
Willis dwelt In his loved "Glen Mary" From
here our train sweeps onward through the val
ley, now through some narrow cut, then wide
vision on either hand, here view across some
winding stream or upland losing itself in the
distance in another range Of hills until the misty
outlines OF Others still beyond blend, as II would
appear, with the blue sky above. AT no point
does the Wyoming Valley appear more charm
ingly beautiful than in this region. Night be.
gins to spread her saJe wing. as We wind around
the verdure-sandaled feet OF the Highlands OF the
, Delaware; and as we reach ihe Narrows, where
the waters Of the river are squeezed between the
rugged hills we observe the little burg ncstling
dark and silent among the naked pines.
! We now leave the mountain scenery of the Al.
| leghanies and come down to Greenwood, where
all the famous PARROT guns are smelted and cast
| Like flash from VcsuvIus glares the flame, and
the lurld light from the blast furnaces falls affair."
! lighting up the rugged peak from whose summit
Washington watched the British irigates in the
Bay OF New York. With no small amount OF ir
reverence our train plunges over the old camp
ground where the father Of our country drilled
his rugged ba,tsllons, and soon after We are
skirtng the fretful waters OF the Ramapo; then
we 20 "kitng" through Paterson, noted for Its
great iron mills, silk factories and immense foun
dries. A "whiz," with the usual number OF
'toots," and we cross the turbd torrent OF the
Passaic, and as we strike terra frma again we
hear the roaring of Passalc Falls behind us
Then the Hackensack Meadows and the Jersey
Flats are crossed; ard finally the last cry of the
ubiquitous brakesman is heard as he Wells the
| final stop on the west bank OF the Hadson-
| Jersey and in less than half an hour aftel
Americas greatest city has one more added Il
its transient population. j. d. II.
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