I marched in with the men afoot; a gallant show they made as they marched up High Street to the depot. Lucy and Mother Webb remain...ed several hours until we left. I saw them watching me as I stood on the platform at the rear of the last car as long as they could see me. Their eyes swam. I kept my emotion under control enough not to melt into tears.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There stands the city of Bangor, fifty miles up the Penobscot, at the head of navigation for vessels of the largest class, the pri...ncipal lumber depot on this continent, with a population of twelve thousand, like a star on the edge of night, still hewing at the forests of which it is built, already overflowing with the luxuries and refinement of Europe, and sending its vessels to Spain, to England, and to the West Indies for its groceries,--and yet only a few axemen have gone "up river," into the howling wilderness which feeds it. The bear and deer are still found within its limits; and the moose, as he swims the Penobscot, is entangled amid its shipping, and taken by foreign sailors in its harbor.... Sixty miles above, the country is virtually unmapped and unexplored, and there still waves the virgin forest of the New World.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Have not men improved somewhat in punctuality since the railroad was invented? Do they not talk and think faster in the depot than... they did in the stage-office?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »