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Title: Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature ...
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Owens, John Algernon Glazier, Willard W., 1841-1905
Subjects: Glazier, Willard W., 1841-1905 United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives
Publisher: Philadelphia : P.W. Ziegler
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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at grand old county of
St. Lawrence.
To a lover of nature nothing could be more alluring
than the locality through which Willard, at that period
of his life, trapped and hunted. To follow the wind-
ing waters of the Oswegatchie is to enjoy a perpetual
feast. That river is one of a great family of rivers,
among which may be enumerated the Rackett, the
Grasse, the Indian, and the Black, all of which take
their rise far up in the recesses of the great North
Woods. Though not to any extent navigable, it is
yet nearly as broad as the lovely and "blue Juniata"
of "peaceful Pennsylvania".
At times turbulent and brawling, it is often vexed
in its passage to the St. Lawrence by rapids and cataracts
varying in height and volume, but which in their in-
finite variety give a wild and romantic beauty to this
poetical stream. At times it glides smoothly along
through low meadow lands, and again it plunges into
some dense thicket or brawls through some briery dell
where the foliage is so thick that one can only see the
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THE YOUNG TRAPPER OF THE OSWEGATCHIE.
THE FRUITS OF PERSEVERANCE. 91
glint and ripple of its waters at rare intervals, shining
between the lapping leaves and tangled vines. Then
again it sweeps onward through cleft rocks and jutting
banks until, lost at last in the very heart of the prime-
val forest, its twilight waters reflect the images of
giant trees which had their beginning on its banks a
century ago.
Willards life during that autumn passed in perse-
vering work. Day by day he traveled his accustomed
routes, while the leaves turned from green to red and
from red to russet and brown, and at last fell from the
naked branches of the forest trees with a little farewell
rustle, to be trodden into the rich soil below.
By the time the first snow came he found himself
much more robust physically, and with seventy-five
dollars clear profit in his pocket. In addition to these
advantages he also acquired the inestimable habit of
self-reliance, so that when he entered upon a course of
preparation for his a

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