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5 revisions | Tanner Turgeon at May 18, 2020 08:59 AM | |
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7159 After all, in what land, in what race, nationality, or community can be found the vaunted vestal home of assured peace? And where is human nature so perfected that circumstances might not awaken the dormant demon of man's innate savageness? But then again the practical view of the non-industrious use of nature's cornucopia of world-needed resources, and the inevitable law of the survival of the fittest, must "bring the flattering unction to the soul" of those--to whom the music of light, work, and progress, is the charm, the gauge of existence's worth, and to which the listless must hearken, the indolent attend, the weak imbibe strength from--whose ranks the red man must join, and advancing with whose steps he must, march cheerily to the tune of honest toil, industrious peace, and placid fireside prosperity. Passing rapidly through the, to them, the marvelous experience of the railroad, and its flying express train, the sight of towns, villages, cities, over valley, plain, and mountain--to the magic floating house (the steamer), sadly learning, while struggling with mal de mer, the existence of the "big waters" that tradition alone had bruited to incredulous ears, was passed the first portion of a tempestuous voyage. Its teachings were of value in bringing to the proud spirits of the self-reliant Dakotans the terrible power of Nature, and of the white man's marvelous skill, industry, and ability in overcoming the dangers of the deep--the reward of patience being found in, a beautifully smooth approach to land. The Sicily Islands and a [Image] | 7159 After all, in what land, in what race, nationality, or community can be found the vaunted vestal home of assured peace? And where is human nature so perfected that circumstances might not awaken the dormant demon of man's innate savageness? But then again the practical view of the non-industrious use of nature's cornucopia of world-needed resources, and the inevitable law of the survival of the fittest, must "bring the flattering unction to the soul" of those--to whom the music of light, work, and progress, is the charm, the gauge of existence's worth, and to which the listless must hearken, the indolent attend, the weak imbibe strength from--whose ranks the red man must join, and advancing with whose steps he must, march cheerily to the tune of honest toil, industrious peace, and placid fireside prosperity. |