. Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature ... . at grand old county ofSt. Lawrence. To a lover of nature nothing could be more alluringthan the locality through which Willard, at that periodof his life, trapped and hunted. To follow the wind-ing waters of the Oswegatchie is to enjoy a perpetualfeast. That river is one of a great family of rivers,among which may be enumerated the Rackett, theGrasse, the Indian, and the Black, all of which taketheir rise far up in the recesses of the great NorthWoods. Though not to any extent navigable, it isyet nearl
. Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature ... . at grand old county ofSt. Lawrence. To a lover of nature nothing could be more alluringthan the locality through which Willard, at that periodof his life, trapped and hunted. To follow the wind-ing waters of the Oswegatchie is to enjoy a perpetualfeast. That river is one of a great family of rivers,among which may be enumerated the Rackett, theGrasse, the Indian, and the Black, all of which taketheir rise far up in the recesses of the great NorthWoods. Though not to any extent navigable, it isyet nearly as broad as the lovely and blue Juniata vof peaceful Pennsylvania. At times turbulent and brawling, it is often vexedin its passage to the St. Lawrence by rapids and cataractsvarying in height and volume, but which in their in-finite variety give a wild and romantic beauty to thispoetical stream. At times it glides smoothly alongthrough low meadow lands, and again it plunges intosome dense thicket or brawls through some briery dellwhere the foliage is so thick that one can only see the. THE YOUNG TRAPPER OF THE OSWEGATCHIE. THE FRUITS OF PERSEVERANCE. 91 glint and ripple of its waters at rare intervals, shiningbetween the lapping leaves and tangled vines. Thenagain it sweeps onward through cleft rocks and juttingbanks until, lost at last in the very heart of the prime-val forest, its twilight waters reflect the images ofgiant trees which had their beginning on its banks acentury ago. Willards life during that autumn passed in perse-vering work. Day by day he traveled his accustomedroutes, while the leaves turned from green to red andfrom red to russet and brown, and at last fell from thenaked branches of the forest trees with a little farewellrustle, to be trodden into the rich soil below. By the time the first snow came he found himselfmuch more robust physically, and with seventy-fivedollars clear profit in his pocket. In addition to theseadvantages he also acquired the ine
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