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m　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　Henryunobscured　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　bluffall　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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