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the world offered him a home, and yet he has only 

 just now comprehended them. The future will see 

 instruments boring thousands of feet into the earth 

 in a clay, and developing measures and mysteries 

 which the world is not now ripe for understanding. 

 Perhaps, the telescopes of another century may bring 

 our descendants face to face with the life of the 

 heavenly bodies, and give us glimpses of the inhabit- 

 ants at their daily avocations. Who knows but that 

 the beings who people other worlds in the infinite 

 ocean of space around us, compared with which worlds 

 our little planet is insignificant indeed, are able, by 

 the use of more powerful instruments than any with 

 which we are acquainted, to. hold us in v constant re- 

 view? Our battles they may look upon as we would 

 the conflicts of ants, and they wonder, perchance, 

 why so quarrelsome a world is permitted to exist 

 at all." 



Next morning Sachem was up at daybreak, ex 

 amining the spot where Hewgaw and Wa-bog-aha 

 met their fate, and underwent their iridescent an- 

 nihilation. His offering to their memory we found 

 after breakfast, tacked up in a prominent position be- 

 side the spring. The inscription, evidently intended 

 as a sort of epitaph, was written on the cover of a 

 cracker-box, and struck me as so peculiar that I was 

 at the pains of transcribing it among our notes. I 

 give it to the reader for the purpose, principally, of 

 showing the unconquerable antipathies of an alder- 

 man. 



