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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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ogs, andoccasionally to remove diminutive sand-bars fromthe bed of the stream with our paddles. As weneared the head of this primal section of the mightyriver, we could readily touch both shores with ourhands at the same time, while the average depth ofwater in the channel did not exceed ten inches. Every paddle-stroke seemed to increase the ardorwith which we were carried forward. The desireto see the actual source of a river so celebrated asthe Mississippi, whose mouth had been reachednearly two centuries before, was doubtless the im-pelling motive. In their eagerness to obtain afirst view of the beautiful lake toward which wewere paddling, and greatly annoyed by the slowprogress made in the canoes, my brother and Painestepped ashore and proposed a race to the crest of thehill which Chenowagesic told them overhung the lake.To this proposition of my companions I made objectionand insisted that all should see the goal of our expeditionfrom the canoes. What had long been sought at last
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,<r^ \ XE&& ■ SOURCE OF THE MISSISSIPPI. 4^9 appeared suddenly. On pulling and pushing our waythrough a network of rushes similar to the one en-countered on leaving Itasca, the cheering sight of atransparent body of water burst upon our view. It wasa beautiful lake—the source of the Father of Waters. A few moments later and our little flotilla of threecanoes was put in motion, headed for a small promon-tory which we discerned at the opposite end of thelake. We paddled slowly across one of the purest andmost tranquil sheets of water we had encountered inour voyage. Not a breath of air was stirring. Wehalted frequently to scan its shores, and to run oureyes along the verdure-covered hills which enclose itsbasin. These elevations are at a distance of fromthree to four miles, and are covered chiefly with whitepines, intermingled with the cedar, spruce and tamarack.The beach is fringed with a mixed foliage of the ever-green species. At one point we observed pond lilies,and a

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