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Title: Ocean to ocean on horseback; being the story of a tour in the saddle from the Atlantic to the Pacific; with especial reference to the early history and development of cities and towns along the route; and regions traversed beyond the Mississippi ..
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Glazier, Willard W., 1841-1905
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Publisher: Philadelphia, Hubbard publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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eader will be in-dulgent if I allot too much space or seem toopartial in my description of this early landmark in myjourney. Worcester, nestling among the hills along theBlackstone River, the second city in Massachusetts,the heart of the Commonwealth, has a population ofabout 85,000. Shut in by its wall of hills, it seemed, as I first cameinto it, something like a little mifiiature world in itself.It possesses some share of all the good we know.Nature, that ^ comely motlier,^^ has laid her caressinghand upon it. Art has made many a beautiful struc-ture to adorn its streets. Commerce smiles upon it.Wliile its wonderful manufactures seem to form aa great living, throbbing heart for the city. Sauntering up from the depot, through Front street,five minutes walk brouglit me to the Old Common.There I found, what one so frequently finds inMassachusetts towns and cities—namely, a War Mon-ument. Apparently that mighty five yearsstruggle,that brilliant victory, bringing freedom to two million
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BOSTON TO ALU A NY. 83 fellow-creatures, briugiiijj^ power, union, <;lorv to tiu;nation, has burned itself into the very heart ofMassachusetts; and lest posterity might forget thelessons she learned from 18(51 to 18G5, everywhereshe has planted her war nionuincnts, to remind herchildren that Simple duty has no j)lace for fear. In the shade of Worcester Common is anotherobject of interest. A little plot of ground, whereinstands a grand old tomb. It is the resting-j)lace ofTimothy Bigelow, the early ))atri()t of Worcester.Here in the sunshine and the twilight, in the bloomof summer, and under the soft falling snows of winter,he perpetually manifests to the world How sleep the brave, who sink to restBy all their countrys wishes blest. A sturdy old New Englander was Colonel Bigelow.When the news of the destruction of the tea inBoston Harbor reached him, he was at work in hisblacksmith shop, near the spot now called I^incolnSquare. He immediately laid aside his tools, pro-ceeded directl

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