Not A Breath Of Air Stirred Over

Many Of The Iroquois And Huron Houses Were Of Similar Construction, The Partitions Being At The Sides Only, Leaving A Wide Passage Down The Middle Of The House.

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.

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.

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.

The Spanish Voyager, As His Caravel Ploughed The Adjacent Seas, Might Give Full Scope To His Imagination, And Dream That Beyond The Long, Low Margin Of Forest Which Bounded His Horizon Lay Hid A Rich Harvest For Some Future Conqueror; Perhaps A Second Mexico With Its Royal Palace And Sacred Pyramids, Or Another Cuzco With Its Temple Of The Sun, Encircled With A Frieze Of Gold. Haunted By Such Visions, The Ocean Chivalry Of Spain Could Not Long Stand Idle.