Uncle Dudley's odd hours, being the vagaries of a country editor . e us knew notouch save that of the birch canoe, and the rocky cliffsechoed back no sound but the plaintive songs of thered man, and its own hoarse voice when torn by theruthless tempest. Passing away!—Passing away! In-stead of the birch-bark fleets of old, now are seen themonster ships, with great white sails and towering masts,raking the sky above and plowing the deep below • thegiant monarchs, with smoke and steam, fly hither andthither like fiery monsters, and with their deafening yellsstart very Nature from its wonted slumb
Uncle Dudley's odd hours, being the vagaries of a country editor . e us knew notouch save that of the birch canoe, and the rocky cliffsechoed back no sound but the plaintive songs of thered man, and its own hoarse voice when torn by theruthless tempest. Passing away!—Passing away! In-stead of the birch-bark fleets of old, now are seen themonster ships, with great white sails and towering masts,raking the sky above and plowing the deep below • thegiant monarchs, with smoke and steam, fly hither andthither like fiery monsters, and with their deafening yellsstart very Nature from its wonted slumber, and frightenthe birch canoe away to a refuge in some rocky , the smooth Bay will no more reflect back the faceof Natures daughters, the cliffs echo with the war-whoop of the savage warrior, nor the laughing brooksgurgle an accompaniment to the lullaby of the Indianmother. The birch canoe will only be known to song;no longer will it kiss the mossy bank at its moorings,nor rock to slumber, on the bosom of the Bay, the in-fants of its passing 48 UNCLE DUDLEYS
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