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And now, that monumental stone preserves
The Alderman's funeral.-SOUTHEY. ·
Townsman. A long parade, indeed, Sir, and yet here
S. 'Tis bu: a mournful sight, and yet the pomp
T. Yonder schoolboy,
S. Then he was born
wish Leapt to my lips; but now the closing scene
the comedy hath wakened wiser thoughts; And I bless God, that when I go to the grave, There will not be the weight of wealth like his To sink me down.
S. The camel and the needle, Ls that then in
T. Even so. The text Is gospel wisdom. I would ride the camel, Yea, leap him flying, through the needle's eye, As easily as such a pampered soul Could pass the narrow gate.
S. Your pardon, Sir, But sure this lack of Christian charity Looks not like Christian truth.
T. Your pardon too, Sir,
S. Was his wealth
T. All honest, open, honorable gains,
S. Why judge you then
T. For what he left
T. As all men know
S. Nay, nay, uncharitable Sir! for often
T. We track the streamlet by the brighter green And livelier growth it gives :-Lut as for this
This was a pool that stagnated and stunk;
S. Yet even these
T. Now, Sir, you touch
S. I must needs Believe
Sir :—these are your witnesses,
T. Who should lament for him, Sir, in whose heart
yet he was a boy, and should have breathed The open
air and sunshine of the fields,
S. Yet your next newspapers will blazon him
T. Even half a million
Colter came to St. Louis in May 1810, in a small canoe from the head waters of the Missouri, a distance of 3000 miles, which he traversed in 30 days. I saw him on his arrival, and received from himn an account of his adventures, after he had separated from Lewis and Clark's party; one of these, for its singularity, I shall relate.
On the arrival of the party at the head waters of the Missouri, Colter, observing an appearance of abundance of beaver being there, got permission to remain and hunt for some time, which he did in company with a man of the name of Dixon, who had traversed the immense tract of country from St. Louis to the head waters of the Missouri alone. Soon after, he separated from Dixon, and trapped in company with a hunter named Potts; and aware of the hostility of the Blackfoot Indians, one of whom had been killed by Lewis, they set their traps at night, and took them up early in the morning, remaining concealed during the day.
* This account of a perilous adventure of John Colter, is taken from Bradbury's Travels in the interior of North America; a publication, says McDiarmid, of great merit and interest.
They were examining their traps early one morning, in a creek about six miles from that branch of the Missouri called Jefferson's Fork, and were ascending in a canoe, when they suddenly heard a great noise, resembling the trampling of animals ; but they could not ascertain the fact, as the high perpendicular banks on each side of the river impeded their view. Colter immediately pronounced it to be occasioned by Indians, and advised an instant retreat, but was accused of cowardice by Potts, who insisted that the noise was caused by buffaloes, and they proceeded on.
In a few minutes afterwards their doubts were removed, by a party of Indians making their appearance on both sides of the creek, to the amount of five or six hundred, who beckoned them to come ashore. As retreat was now impossible, Colter turned the head of the canoe; and, at the moment of its touching, an Indian seized the rifle belonging to Potts; but Colter, who is a remarkably strong man, immediately retook it, and handed it to Potts, who remained in the canoe, and, on receiving it, pushed off, into the river. He had scarcely quitted the shore, when an arrow was shot at him, and he cried out, “Colter, I am wounded !" Colter remonstrated with him on the folly of attempting to escape, and urged him to come ashore. Instead of complying, he instantly levelled his rifle at the Indian, and shot him dead on the spot.
This conduct, situated as he was, may appear to have been an act of madness, but it was doubtless the effect of sudden but sound reasoning ; for, if taken alive, he must have expected to be tortured to death, according to their custom. He was instantly pierced with arrows so numerous, that, to use Colter's words, “ he was made a riddle of.” They now seized Colter, stripped him entirely naked, and began to consult on the manner in which he should be put to death. They were at first inclined to set him up as a mark to shoot at, but the chief interfered, and seizing him by the shoulder, asked him if he could run fast.
Colter, who had been some time amongst the Kee-katso or Crow Indians, had in a considerable degree acquired the Blackfoot language, and was also well acquainted with Indian customs; he knew that he had now to run for his life, with the dreadful odds of five or six hundred against him,