CHAPTER XV.
"Where wild in woods the lordly savage ran." DRYDEN.
What changes a few years make in places! That spot over which the Indians roved, free of all control, is now a large and wide-spreading town.

Those glorious old trees are fast fading away, the memory only of them remains to some of the first settlers, who saw them twenty-five years ago, shadowing the now open market-place; the fine old oaks have disappeared, but the green emerald turf that they once shaded still remains.

The wild rushing river still pours down its resistless spring floods, but its banks have been levelled, and a noble bridge now spans its rapid waters.

It has seen the destruction of two log-bridges, but this new, substantial, imposing structure bids fair to stand from generation to generation.

The Indian regards it with stupid wonder: he is no mechanic; his simple canoe of birch bark is his only notion of communication from one shore to another.