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musical flow of the brook, and dreaming of those who had lived and loved,
fought and died by that stream one hundred and twenty years ago. The city with
its long blocks of buildings, its spires and bridges, faded away, leaving the
scene as it was in the days of Fort Henry--unobscured by smoke, the river
undotted by pulling boats, and everywhere the green and verdant forest.
Nothing was wanting in that dream picture: Betty tearing along on her pony;
the pioneer plowing in the field; the stealthy approach of the savage; Wetzel
and Jonathan watching the river; the deer browsing with the cows in the
pasture, and the old fort, grim and menacing on the bluff--all were there as
natural as in those times which tried men's souls.
And as the writer awoke to the realities of life, that his dreams were of
long ago, he was saddened by the thought that the labor of the pioneer is
ended; his faithful, heroic wife's work is done. That beautiful country, which
their sacrifices made ours, will ever be a monument to them.
Sad, too, is the thought that the poor Indian is unmourned. He is almost
forgotten; he is in the shadow; his songs are sung; no more will he sing to
his dusky bride: his deeds are done; no more will he boast of his
all-conquering arm or of his speed like the Northwind; no more will his heart
bound at the whistle of the stag, for he sleeps in the shade of the oaks,
under the moss and the ferns.
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