Humanity, Morality, Decency, Might Be Forgotten, But

If Any Pale Student, Glued To His Desk, Here Seek An Apology For A Way Of Life Whose Natural Fruits Is That Pallid And Emasculate Scholarship Of Which New England Has Had Too Many Examples, It Will Be Far Better That This Sketch Had Not Been Written. For The Student There Is, In Its Season, No Better Place Than The Saddle, And No Better Companion Than The Rifle Or The Oar.

America Was Still A Land Of Wonder. The Ancient Spell Still Hung Unbroken Over The Wild, Vast World Of Mystery Beyond The Sea,-a Land Of Romance, Adventure, And Gold.

Four Men Are Missing; R., Sorel And Two Emigrants. They Set Out This Morning After Buffalo, And Have Not Yet Made Their Appearance; Whether Killed Or Lost, We Cannot Tell.

The Monk, The Inquisitor, And The Jesuit Were Lords Of Spain,- Sovereigns Of Her Sovereign, For They Had Formed The Dark And Narrow Mind Of That Tyrannical Recluse. They Had Formed The Minds Of Her People, Quenched In Blood Every Spark Of Rising Heresy, And Given Over A Noble Nation To A Bigotry Blind And Inexorable As The Doom Of Fate. Linked With Pride, Ambition, Avarice, Every Passion Of A Rich, Strong Nature, Potent For Good And Ill, It Made The Spaniard Of That Day A Scourge As Dire As Ever Fell On Man.

Art, Industry, And Commerce, So Long Crushed And Overborne, Were Stirring Into Renewed Life, And A Crowd Of Adventurous Men, Nurtured In War And Incapable Of Repose, Must Seek Employment For Their Restless Energies In Fields Of Peaceful Enterprise.