Their progress is Gothic, not Roman, and their mode of cultivation will, in the course of twenty, perhaps ten years, obliterate the natural expression of the country.
This is inevitable, fatal; we must not complain, but look forward to a good result.

Still, in travelling through this country, I could not but be struck with the force of a symbol.

Wherever the hog comes, the rattlesnake disappears; the omnivorous traveller, safe in its stupidity, willingly and easily makes a meal of the most dangerous of reptiles, and one which the Indian looks on with a mystic awe.

Even so the white settler pursues the Indian, and is victor in the chase.

But I shall say more upon the subject by and by.
While we were here, we had one grand thunder-storm, which added new glory to the scene.
One beautiful feature was the return of the pigeons every afternoon to their home.