The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-08-26

the plains.
Your GRANDPA her remembered well
another drama played on the stage oil
the worlds theatre, and in this he
likely took a p TT. The Englishman
had won and then, presto, change.
Aud he lost. Our Frenchman had
sweet revenge for his bitter humilia.
ton and his grin of satisfaction was
seen of al men.
"Fcr time at last makes all things even
And there never yet was human power
That could escape, ii unfoTgigen,
the faithful watch snd vigil long
OF him who treasures up a wrong"
When our British father was dis.
gruntled with his children, when Bos-
ton Harbor was made into tea
pot, when the voice of
Henry stirred the blood like a war
fife or the scrgam of an eagle, when
Bunker Hill started the world, when
the ragged Continentals and forest
trained hunters and yeomen made
BurgOyne bow his naughty head and
pass under the yoke at Saratoga, then
our Frenchman came again on the
stage. and when the sun went down
at Yorktown
HIS CUP OF REVENGE
was full to the brim and was drunk
to the last drop. Then were the
uneasy ghosts of his slain schemes
avenged and appeAsed and the score
of Louisberg and Quebec wiped out
forever.
Your father remembered our
Frenchman again. Years bad gone
and once more the world was in arms.
The iron dice of war" were rafting.
Momenrous events were impending.
The gigantic shadow of Napoleon lay
over Europe. The cross or ST.
George aud the T,icolo- commended: or
mastery. What did our Frenchman
do? The unquestinned supremacy of
the seas was about to pass TO his her
edItary foe. The triumphant navies
of England dominated the waves and
and menaced every hostile coast. Al
re3dy the p b'lity of Trafalgar was
vaguely seen in the light of the rising
and respondent star of Nilsson.
What did our Frenchman do? Should
he hold Louisiana and have it torn
from him by England? Should his
rival regain in America the foothOld
she had lot and fence in the young
nation the valor or the French arms
had given independence and bound
less aspirations? Or should he strip
himself of outside and precarious
p sessions. round out aud enlarge
the frontiers o the youthful re-
public and confiue himself to glory at
home? What did he d.? Mark what
he did. To make an imperial mara
tine rival of England, he gave us,un
der the thin DISCUS. Of a sale, no:
only the soil under our feet, not only
the "Boone Lick country" but what
is now Arkansas, Louisiana, Missouri,
Iowa, Minnesota and the two Dako-
tbs, Montana, Wyoming, Oregon,
Washington, Idaho, Nebraska, Kan.
sas, the Indian Territory and Colora-
do. That was the most unique trans
fer made since the weary Esau sold
his birthrigbt to the keen Jacob for
mess of pottage.
Your grandfather was nightly
stirred by thus conveyance. A pioneer
himself and the defendant of pio-
neer, he had just married the daugh-
ter of a frontiersman. Floating
through the wilderness on the tongue
of rum0r came stories of rich bottom
lands, prairies where the buffalo by
pas.ured, forests full Of will
turkeys and wild bees. He knew that
Boone, his ideal hero and ment r,
by the
INJUSTICE OF KENTUCKY COURTS
and the technicalities Of Kentucky real
VIII ch robbed him of his lands
had expaiiated himself and sought re-
pose, honor and wealth under the a g
of Spain. and had found along the
Missouri those famous salt ticks in
the center of q paradise of game.
His disgust was the same as that Of
your forefathers over the New Mad
rid patents which swept away the
and squatters' claims In
Howard and Cooper.
Your grandfather may have been a
little restless himselef over the aggres-
sions of the lawyers in the cd settle
ments, new tangled notions and fash
ions and laws which bore hard on his
tastes and liberties. He would es-
cape them all. He would follow the
OF the retreatiLg elk. He
laughed at the peril with the courage
Of a soldier and contemplated the
bardships with the Indifference of a |