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OSWEGO.

HERE is a certain incongruity in the aspect, prospects, and antecedents of Oswego. One of the earliest frontier posts, it had every chance of becoming a great mart; but later settlements have repeatedly outstripped it in apparent growth, while its natural advantages are unrivaled. The first inhalation of the breeze from the lake whereon it is situated, assures us we are in a far more salubrious region than most of the younger cities of Western New York; the position, arrangement for business, and ancient memories of the place combine to excite our anticipations; but we approach it, by land, on a railway which intersects a rough and imperfectly cleared region, quite behind the fertility of the country which divides the other inland cities of the state. On its most elevated site we find a large stone edifice called the United States Hotel, which is unoccupied for want of support; and yet, as you gaze from its piazzas over lake, woods, river, pier, light-house, churches, stores, and dwellings, it is difficult to imagine a more desirable summer residence within a day's journey of the metropolis; even five miles back the climate is quite different; the pure, bracing air here is at once grateful and invigorating; yet few seek Oswego because it is only accessible by a single and uninviting railroad; business is proverbially spasmodic; speculation exceeds regular trade; and its great material, breadstuffs, so vary in supply, that this being one of the largest depôts, a transitory activity is the natural consequence. Yet its trade is greater than that of Buffalo; it numbers seventeen thousand inhabitants; twenty-four thousand dollars were appropriated this year for public education; its banking capital is eight hundred thousand dollars; within a few months, a fine new bridge and handsome stone Episcopal church have been erected, and Gerritt Smith has endowed a free library, which already boasts a substantial building, four thousand admirably selected volumes, and an adequate fund invested; five millions of property is taxed here, which is about one third of the whole.

Octogenarian residents speak of the time when they knew Oswego as a thickly wooded place, with an old and a new fort, a single inn, a few stores, and three or four mansions, occupied by gentlemen induced

to take up their abode here because possessed of vast acres, of some of which they disposed for a mere nominal equivalent; hunting and hospitality, with occasional journeys to New York and Niagara, and some interest in politics, diversified their isolated, but agreeable and independent life; and such of their heirs as retained land, realized subsequently large returns.

Ex-President Van Buren is one of the large land owners here; squatters occupy many of his lots at present unavailable otherwise.

The lake sailors form a characteristic class of the population; and a vigorous old woman, mother of four captains, gave me a vivid idea of the salubrity of the place, associated with frontier wars, the expeditions of Montcalm and Shirley, and the rule of Frontenac and Barnett, with the early development of the great resources of the state after the revolution and the Canada trade. Fort, mole, pharos, derricks, store-houses, craft of various kinds, factories, and ship-building attest the navigable, deposit, and transportation facilities of Oswego at the first glance.

The recent discussion in the journals of what are called discriminating canal tolls, suggests an important and peculiar element of its local prosperity. But this was originally, and is forever indicated by the grand inland sea on whose borders it is situated; and the lover of nature as well as the political economist finds therein a primitive and permanent attraction, whether invested with the gray mist of summer, crystalline in the frosty atmosphere, or arrayed in the most gorgeous and versatile tints, gleaming with the peculiar light of every precious stone in the lapidary's cabinet; under the magic beams of morning, noon, and especially sunset; or reviving Arctic memories when heaped with masses of ice by gales, stagnant in the azure and glittering calm of the intense and still cold of protracted winter; or heaving up its mailed bosom in the throes of the freshet.

As the summers are brief the gardens bloom late, and a profusion of Michigan roses make the front yards and porch columns look gay, and the yellow rose is abundant. Late in June, along the plank walks and by the neat domiciles, lilacs, sweetbriar, and woodbine make the breeze fragrant, and masses of snow-buds linger into winter. Before the few humble cottages of the old French emigrés, many of

whose poor descendants yet remain, the fleur de lis ornaments a little vegetable patch. Many fine trees lend rural beauty to the streets; the maple shows its crimson banner, the Virginia woodbine its scarlet drapery, and the mountain ash its orange berries in the autumn. Sometimes the tint of sky and water, as one lingers by the harbor late in the afternoon, recalls the Mediterranean; the stone mole, the white light-house, the vessel on the stocks, and sails picturesquely gleaming on the lake, make up a scene in which Salvator or Stanfield could find desirable material. Here a warehouse and there a fort, far away a steamer on its way to Canada, or a schooner near by, entering the bay, hint the successive frontier and commercial importance of Oswego.

banks; mills, lofty store-houses, barges heaped with bags and barrels of flour, and immense piles of Indian corn, rafts of timber, and boat-loads of salt, the loud, spasmodic puff of the steam-tug, announce a busy mart. The old mounds and trenches of Fort Ontario remain, but the thick walls and barracks were rebuilt ten years ago, and have modernized the structure. From the parapet you look out upon the lake; and, when a light mist hangs over its calm surface, and a fleet of schooners loom through the saffron haze, an effect is produced that would delight a votary of Turner.

Lake Ontario is remarkable for its rocky bottom and clear waters; it is the smallest and the deepest of the great lakes; its beach is either pebbly or a slate ledge; it is singularly pellucid; and, taking its color most perfectly from the firmament, nothing can exceed the diversified and exquisite hues its vast crystal mirror reflects, according to the season, the atmosphere, and the sky.

ror.

The refraction is like that of a mirNowhere in this continent are the sunsets more splendid and various. The length of time this great body of water is imbibing and giving out the solar heat, accounts for many of the peculiarities of the climate; high winds prevail; the winter is long and dreary; the summers cooler than adjacent places, and the early autumn delightful. Apple orchards thrive; white fish are abundant; the enormous salmon, once so plenty, have disappeared from the river, also most of the game from the woods. After the grass crop, which yields at the average rate of three thousand dollars for every three hundred acres, grazing and vegetable gardens are the most profitable kinds of farming; the latter, as usual in this country, absurdly neglected; although the example of a thrifty Scotchman, who has made a fortune out of a single large garden which, a few years ago, was un

On a fine day it is delightful to explore the little remnant of woods that yet skirts the lake. Along its margin the variegated stones are rounded by the friction of the waves; here a flat table of rock invites your feet, and there a cape, with trees to the water's edge, reminds us of the days when, in their bosky depths, the "Indian sprang from his canoe to seek game or an ambush. The mandrake is yet found in these woods; as you grope through the bushes, under the thick boughs of hickory, beech, hemlock, and birch, a spongy tract will reveal a plant whose leaves are oriental in shape, and under their sheltering canopy, closely attached to the side of the stalk, like a cockade to a hat, is a flower in the form of a rose, which looks as if sculptured thereon; it is of a creamy white; the fruit is developed from the stamen; the stalk is thick and porous, and the contrast of the snowy outline of the flower and the dark green and daintily shaped leaves, give the mandrake, to a stranger's eye, more the air of a rich exotic than any product of our woods. The columbine nods from the rifted rock, and wild strawberries abound. The dead, mold-productive pasturage, might have stimuering trunks, the heaps of brown leaves and rank undergrowth, the myriad of delicate ferns, glimpses of the lake through the umbrage, its low roar or quick plash, and the twilight and verdure, make it seem as if we were far away from canals, railways, and trade, until, emerging, the orchard and fallow land, the chimney stacks and locomotive's whistle, instantly break the illusion. Crossing the bridge, a vista of enterprise offers itself along the river's

lated the natives to judicious enterprise in this regard. One is here continually reminded of the marketable and economical value of Indian corn, long the chief sustenance of the Aborigines who dwelt here; now the most nourishing food of prairie traveler and Southern negro. The care with which it is raised, and the adaptation of the soil and climate of the whole continent for its growth, render it eminently the grain of America. Barlow sang, in our

primitive epic, its charms in the shape of hasty pudding. A shop in the London Strand dispenses it as the Yankee condiment; and, as the crisp hoe-cake, it is the relish of a Virginia breakfast. The Indians have a favorite legend explaining its origin as one of the chief gifts of the Great Spirit to man. The green banners and white tassels of the maize, quivering in the breeze and sunshine of June, or the golden ears at harvest, are among the most auspicious of nature's annual spectacles. It used to be sold by cord in the ear; in the West it is stored in open houses; here we see it in barge-loads of kernels, coming and going on the canals, rising and descending in spouts from the elevators; it heats intensely from moisture.

There is one form of maize which is almost peculiar as an original commodity here. At every corner grocery in our seaboard cities are to be seen little square boxes, with the Oswego brand thereon, containing what is called "Corn Starch;" it has become a domestic staple for puddings, and its manufacture is a special industry of this place. For some years the secret whereby maize was converted into this nutritious edible, resembling in consistency and appearance, when fresh from the housewife's mold, blanc mange — except that its color is a pale straw or deep yellow was in the exclusive possession of an Englishman, who has made more than one fortune out of his monopoly; of late, the method has been revealed by one of his workmen, and another establishment thrives beside its rival. The advantage of Oswego for such a manufacture is obvious; it is a great mart for Indian corn; its central position, and the facilities for transportation, are additional benefits. To make starch cheap was long a desideratum; the ingredient which wrought the miracle in meal is believed to be ash-soda. Experiments of the kind have been partially successful elsewhere; but the Oswego corn-starch, in quality and quantity, has thus far carried the palm. The yellow kernels having been ground in mills, the meal is thoroughly soaked in vats; fermentation ensues, and causes an odor far from agreeable to unaccustomed nostrils; it leaves a deposit, and is conveyed into other vats, where the chemical agents are mingled, and passing thence in a milky stream, the thick residuum is molded, like bricks or loaves

of bread, and resembles cubes of chalk or plaster; it is exposed, in this form, to a graduated heat, and when the moisture is entirely evaporated, the brown surface is carefully scraped off, and the snowy block papered; it dries thoroughly after coming from the kiln, and the moment the paper is opened crumbles into beautiful white flakes, like the process of crystallization, and is thus transferred to boxes of the capacity of twenty pounds each. The meal is soaked thirty days; in the original factory, where a hundred men are usually employed, it is estimated that fourteen hundred dollars' worth of this article is daily prepared for market; the addition of eggs, a flavoring extract and cooking, results in a nutritious pudding. The swill is conveyed to a neighboring distillery, and is turned into whisky, the surplus feeding a multitude of swine.

Here, as elsewhere in this State, the water power and facilities, by their grand scale and communication, impress the visitor with the wonderful union in nature of beauty and use. Oswego is situated at the junction of the magnificent Lake Ontario and the river which gives its name to the city, formerly, and now sometimes, called the Onondaga. The waters of no less than eight lakes from the interior flow through this river; Canandaigua, Crooked, Seneca, Cayuga, Owasco, Skaneateles, Onondaga, and Oneida, with their numerous little tributaries, and they drain a surface of four thousand five hundred square miles. Oswego and Ontario are the aboriginal appellations for rapid water and pretty lake. The great advantages of the locality from hydraulic power, and commercial position with reference to Canada and the great West, were recognized at an early date; and the French, who always selected frontier posts with a view to military occupation, made a rendezvous of Oswego when, in July, 1696, Frontenac prepared his famous expedition against the Five Nations. This, like the other enterprises of those colonists, was intended to confine the English to the Atlantic seaboard. The historical process began with trading depôts, which were protected by friendly natives; then, as hostilities between the rival Europeans and the Indians, and themselves, respectively, occurred, these posts became more and more fortifications, and from serving as landmarks and refuges to fur peddlers,

missionaries, and travelers, they subsequently formed the nucleus of populous and prosperous American towns; thus Pittsburgh marks the site of Fort Duquesne, and Utica of Fort Schuyler. The son of the famous English bishop, Burnet, who wrote the notable "History of his own Times," while provincial governor of New-York, built and manned a trading-house and small fort at Oswego, in 1727, in order to gain and keep control of the lakes. Beauharnais ordered Burnet to relinquish the project, which he declined to do; and in order to keep the balance of power, and retaliate, took possession of Crown Point, and erected Fort Frederic there. While Braddock was on his way to a memorable defeat, Shirley, governor of Massachusetts, at the head of fifteen hundred provincials and Indians, traversed the wilderness between Albany and Oswego, (then a perilous and fatiguing journey,) and reached the latter place with his weary followers, to learn the bloody and fatal tidings of Braddock's overthrow, whose successor he became, and instantly strengthened Oswego with two other forts, and began his preparations to make an attack upon Fort Niagara; his own defeat by Montcalm, and the latter's fall, succeeded; and the ruined forts were long a melancholy sight to the Six Nations. In 1757 the English again took possession of Fort Ontario, and two years after it was rebuilt on a larger scale. No action occurred there during the Revolution; but "a detachment of rangers and a few Indians, under Col. St. Leger, were ordered to penetrate by Oswego to the Mohawk, and capture and hold Fort Schuyler, at the head of boat navigation, and thence, re-enforced by Sir John Johnson, with his numerous adherents, to join Burgoyne with the main body at Albany."

At the close of the war Washington sent an expedition thither, more for vigilance than conquest; Willett, the leader, attempted to scale the fort, but was obliged to retreat. In 1796 it was given up by the English, according to the treaty of peace. During the last war the British made an unsuccessful attempt to seize national property at Oswego, and vented their disappointment, as usual, by wanton mischief. And now the trading log cabin of the pioneers, the frontier post of the hunter, the fort of the rival emigrants, the VOL. XI.-41

resort of the friendly and goal of the vindictive savage, the resting-place of the Jesuit missionary, and the weary pilgrim of the wild, the little village of the Revolution, is a prosperous city; massive stone piers, erected by the United States government, stretch into the lake; long and solid bridges span the river; and where Montcalm landed amid a dense forest and on a lonely shore, is the populous center of commerce, where canal, railway, and steamers unite and distribute the products of the vast inland region, and stimulate productive industry in the varied forms of commerce, manufactures, agriculture, and transportation. In the midst of the late financial pressure, twenty-two grainladen vessels arrived at Oswego in one day, mostly from Chicago, and about the same time, says a local journal,

"An extraordinary story reaches us, which we give as we received it. When it was first told us we were fully convinced that it was a hoax, but subsequent investigation compels us to say that the statements come well authenticated, and with every appearance of truth. The report is, that two men, named respectively Ward and Hall, were at work down the lake shore, some miles from this city, getting out hoop stuff, when they discovered a small keg buried in the sand. This they dug out, and opening it, found it contained sixteen hundred silver pieces. The coins were of an ancient French cast, and of the denomination of sevenfranc pieces, valued at one dollar and nine cents each. The two men with their treasure have

left for Philadelphia, where they intend to exchange their coin at the Mint."

A dwelling now occupies the site of the mound once captured by Montcalm; the old fort stood on a tongue of land at the mouth of the river. A year or two ago some workmen, while grading what is called Botta Island, found a human skull, the back of which was pierced with a musket ball; it was found inside slightly flattened. This was doubtless the relic of one of the victims of the fight which occurred here, in 1756, between Colonel Broadstreet and his three hundred batteaux men and seven hundred French and Indians. The previous year Shirley had left the same number of men to garrison the fortifications he began here, and Deskau's great object, we are told, in reducing Albany, was to "cut off all communication with Oswego." A thrill of trepidation ran through the sparse settlements in what is now Western New York when the news sped that Forts Ontario and Os

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wego were threatened by the French; and
the banners captured at the latter by
Montcalm long hung as trophies in the
Canada churches; the aboriginal country
of the Five Nations was long abandoned
to the French. In 1759 it was at Os-
wego that General Prideaux embarked
with the large body of regulars and pro-
vincials and Sir W. Johnson and his Mo-
But
hawk braves to invade Niagara.
this was also the scene of more recent
warlike events. The English fleet on
Lake Ontario in 1814 landed a thousand
men and attacked the four hundred who
comprised the feeble garrison of Fort
Ontario; under their leader, Mitchell,
they made a gallant resistance, quitting
the intrenchments to fight on the shore;
they killed the favorite officer of the in-
vaders, and did them great mischief; but,
overpowered by numbers, were obliged at
The public store-
last to surrender.
keeper at that time is still an honored and
When
prosperous citizen of Oswego.
asked by the British admiral where the
stores were to be found, he declined in-
forming him; whereupon the incensed
Sir George seized him by the collar, and,
after heaping curses on his head, declared
him a prisoner. He asked leave to exam-
ine his trunk, but found it had been rifled.
He was taken on board the "Prince Re-
gent," a fine frigate, and messed with the
officers; and he found, to his surprise, that
the highest grade were not gentlemen, as
in the American service, but the roughest
sea-dogs. Toward evening Sir George
came off, and swore vociferously that his
prisoner ought to be hung at the yard-arm,
for not betraying the whereabouts of the
public stores.

Colonel Harvey, afterward governor
of Canada, and one of Wellington's aids
at Waterloo, apologized for this conduct,
and said his commander was irritated by
the loss of his brave friend and so many
men in the late action. The captive re-
mained a fortnight on board the frigate.
When she lay off Kingston he sent to an
old customer there for payment of a bill
due him, and with the proceeds bought a
piece of linen, which the officers' wives
made into shirts for him. Besides thus
replenishing his scanty wardrobe he dis-
covered, during the cruise, many facts of
the war which history has since ignored
or distorted. Commodore Chauncey had
attacked the British fleet at the head of

the lake with success; all was going on
well, and he signalized others of his squad-
ron to join; but, like Elliott's ship at
Lake Erie, they hung back; at this crisis
the commodore's gun burst and killed
twelve of his own men. Finding himself
wholly unsupported, he withdrew indig-
nant and discomfited. He would not al-
low the circumstances, which so wholly
exculpated him from blame, to be reported
at Washington, and so died without the
credit for gallantry he deserved. On the
other hand, Brown, a militia officer, when
The
attacked at Sackett's Harbor, ignomini-
ously decamped from the fort.
British, under Prevost, soon after taking
possession, believing the abandonment a
trick, and that the Americans were lying
in ambush among the adjacent thickets
behind and around the fort, soon took
their departure; then Brown returned and
took possession. He was applauded as a
victor; whereas both parties ran away!
An incident, which occurred during this
gentleman's brief captivity on board the
royal frigate, illustrates the vicissitudes
A boat with American stores, in
of war.
a dense fog, got into the midst of the
English fleet; the men reported a squad-
ron of boats manned by the enemy, and
two hundred men with the commodore's
gig were dispatched in pursuit. Through
the influence of Appleton they were al-
lowed to go up to the head of a creek, and
there surrounded, and the whole detach-
ment taken prisoners by the Americans.
They learned by the firing on board the
frigate that a conflict was going on, and
the next morning a flag of truce, sent to
obtain the clothes of the prisoners, cha-
grined them with the news that they had
caught a Tartar.

TEST FOR THE FUTURE HUSBAND.The Moscow ladies still observe an ancient and curious custom on New Year's Eve, to ascertain who is to be their future husband. Precisely at twelve o'clock, a servant or friend is stationed at the front door of the house, and the first gentleman who passes is stopped and requested to give his This is immediately told christian name. to the young lady, and is believed by her to be the name of her intended. If no figure passes, it is considered that the lady will not be married that year. The custom gives rise to many amusing scenes.

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