The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1885-08-12
HARTFORD. KENTUCKY. AUGUST II. 1885.

""eii"i VI <Aiheiicar W& tue dO-
sence of historic ruins. But only Civ,
us the daring muse of Scott OF Byron
To turn loose among these modern
haunts of Clio, and by an instanteou,
process We will reveal to the world new
but enduring classic ground.
Among the smoky records of the fort
| found letters and courtmartial orders
signed by Winfield Scott during the
war of 1872. also letters from Commo.
dore Perry.
In the burying ground of the fort are
very many ancient stones, whose
quaint inscriptions in French, German,
and English are within themselves vol
umes Of history. The following, though
of no great antiquity, or rhetorical ele-
gance, is very expressive of soldierly
respect.
Erected to the memory of Sir
Amasa Snow, who departed this life
at Fort Niagara the IL of April 1929, by
his brother soldiers Co. |. 2nd Regt, U.
$. Infantry"
"fiere lies brave snow
Full SIX feet deep
Whose heart would melt
When caused tn weep.
Though winters blast,
May freeze his frame
Yet deaths cold grasp
Can't chill his frame"
Near this grave is a very old stone
with the simple inscription "Paul Nor
ris u. >. Army" and another to the
memory OF veteran of Waterloo
AT u very early hour yesterday morn>
ing my attention was attracted by the
clear strong voice Of an old Scotchman
talking in the rooms below. Seventy
two years ago" said he, al went with
the British to burn Buffalo, and to-day
am going up there again"
rushed down to the room. and WAS
introduced to Col. Duncan Mac Far-
land, a robust old soldier of eighty-six
years, but having the appearance of a
man Of fifty. In response to my hasty
questions, he handed me heavy cane,
which he carried, saying, fright there
is a relic for you; that cane was pre-
sent d to me by General Wolseley when
he came here in disguise IN 1866 to
quiet the Fenians. He was only Col.
then, but l suppose he's the greatest
man In England now; yes, that cane is
charmed holly, and will kill all the
snakes and toads i'm the province: And
here's another relic," he continued,
holding up his hand, which showed the
deep furrow of a musket ball; There's
A Yankee ear mark, but | got three of
their horses, and so 1 always called it
about square," For several hours | lis
Tened to the jolly old veteran, as he re-
lated the wild exploits of his early days
and as he took his leave of me with a
flourish of his cane, could
think of nothing but Goldsmith's I. veter-
an, who "shOuldered his crutch, and
showed how fields were won.n
Tonight shall take the Steamer for
Toronto and In my next shall speak of
hat, the most English city in America.
QUEENsTON.
During my vigils on the tower at
Lundy's Lane, my attention was sever.
Il times attracted by what appeared in
he distance to be a tall, slender coll
INN lifting itself up to the sky from
,oint of high ground several miles
Town the river. Taking this a. my
guiding landmark, left Drummond.
lille at $50 p. NJ, and after seven
niles ride along the beautiful bank of
he Niagara, 1 am here at the drowsy
I'D hamlet of Queenston, located in the |
'ery shadow of the mountain ON
which stands the slender col !
INN, or As it now reveals itself. a grand
erected to the memory of
he British General, Sir Isaac Brock,
Who fell in the battle of Queenston
Heights, fought here ON the 18th of De- |
ober, 1872. THIS is what the Cana /
|ians call their bunker Hill," and al
hOugh my Yankee views of certain
historic events, do not exactly har no.
lie with theirs, yet can not but adj
nire the pride that they take in this
picturesque old mountain which they
ssociate with the name OF their La
nented Brock, aud we with that of
ur gallant Van Rensselaer,. Just back
( the monument, half hidden by a
ense growth of underbrush, are the
arth-works which the Americans held
gainst repeated assaults, until they
we're routed by re-inforcements of Brit.
III and Indians, who drove them to
he point of the bayonet over a high
huff into the river, where large num-
or were drowned. There are few pla-
es in America which could afford bet
er material for the poet and the artist,
nan the valley of the Niagara, and the
,ndscape which now lays spread out
Glow me, if supplied with a few. old
astles, would pass for very respecta-
lie German picture, and 1 am not sure
ut the sagging ruins of the old stone
in the village below might
II this want Of musty. legendary anti
uity. Half a century ago Qeenstown
las a busy Canadian town. All of
he shipping which came from foreign
up the st. Lawrence was
Inded here, aud taken by tram roads
, point above the Falls, where it was
shipped and carried on to the West.
long the river are still standing a
,ore of old "taverns," which forty
ears ago were boisterous with the