Quadroon: Adventures in the Far West

Father of Waters! I know thee well. In the land of a thousand lakes, on the summit of the "e;Hauteur de terre,"e; I have leaped thy tiny stream. Upon the bosom of the blue lakelet, the fountain of thy life, I have launched my birchen boat; and yielding to thy current, have floated softly southward. I have passed the meadows where the wild rice ripens on thy banks, where the white birch mirrors its silvery stem, and tall coniferae fling their pyramid shapes, on thy surface. I have seen the red Chippewa cleave thy crystal waters in his bark canoe-the giant moose lave his flanks in thy cooling flood-and the stately wapiti bound gracefully along thy banks. I have listened to the music of thy shores-the call of the cacawee, the laugh of the wa-wa goose, and the trumpet-note of the great northern swan. Yes, mighty river! Even in that far northern land, thy wilderness home, have I worshipped thee!...FROM THE BOOKS.