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HOMES OF THE NEW WORLD;
IMPRESSIONS OF AMERICA.
TRANSLATED BY MARY HOWITT.
"SING UNTO THE LORD A NEW SONG."-Psalm xcvi.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,
HOMES OF THE NEW WORLD.
LETTER XXV I.
On the Mississippi, October 15th TOWARD sunset on the most lovely and glorious evening, we came out of the narrow little winding Five River, and entered the grand Mississippi, which flowed broad and clear as a mirror between hills which extended into the distance, and now looked blue beneath the mild, clear blue heavens, in which the new moon and the evening star ascended, becoming brighter as the sun sank lower behind the hills The pure misty veil of the Indian summer was thrown over the landscape; one might have believed that it was the earth's smoke of sacrifice which arose in the evening toward the gentle heavens. Not a breath of air moved, every thing was silent and still in that grand spectacle; it was indescribably beautiful. Just then a shot was fired; a smoke issued from one of the small green islands, and flocks of ducks and wild geese flew up round about, escaping from the concealed sportsman, who I hope this evening returned without game. All was again silent and still, and the Menomonie advanced with a quiet, steady course up the glorious river.
I stood on the upper deck with the captain, Mr. Smith, and the representative from Minnesota, Mr. Sibley, who, with his wife and child, were returning home from Washington.
Was this, then, indeed, the Mississippi, that wild giant