248 OCEAN TO OCEAN ON HORSEBACK. 



about this part of the country in the times of the In- 

 dian, scarcely a vestige remains. 



Tlie race of the red man is becoming slowly exter- 

 minated, and his friends of the forest seem to be disap- 

 pearing with him, while the white man and the mosqui- 

 to fill tiieir places. I am sure no one of average reason, 

 especially our logicians of New Jersey, would deny 

 that this is another proof of the survival of the fittest. 



Although it was dark before I came into Huron, I 

 could get a very good idea of its character, and had 

 formed some notion of the place which was to shelter 

 me. In 1848 it was spoken of as having been 

 *' formerly the greatest business place in the county," 

 and this reputation, although it has not made it a 

 Sandusky or a Cleveland, has left it a spark of the old 

 energy. 



SUlg-tljirb 3Ila2. 



West ffouse, 



Sandusky, Ohio, 



July Thirteenth. 



I was fortunate in having a comparatively short 

 distance to travel between Huron and this city. It is 

 only nine miles, and I did not start until two o'clock, 

 allowing myself a two hour's easy gallop with the 

 lake on my right all the way. 



Along this shore more than l> century ago. General 

 Bradstreet, with three thousand men, sailed to the 

 relief of Fort Junandat, while Pontiac, the great Ot- 

 tawa warrior, was besieging Detroit. Reaching Fort 

 Sandusky he burned the Indian villages there and de- 

 stroyed the cornfields ; passed on up to Detroit to 

 scatter tKe threatening savages, and returning went 



