258 OCEAN TO OCEAN ON HORSEBACK. 



J. T. Woods, a surgeon of our Volunteer Army dur- 

 ing the late war, and now an active comrade in the 

 G. A. R. 



Doctor Woods and I had a long and animated talk 

 at the Boody House over old times, and especially of 

 Custer, who was greatly admired by both of us, as he 

 was by every one who knew anything of him. Doctor 

 Woods had collected a number of articles referring to 

 the General which he thought of especial interest, 

 p.mong others the following lines which seem to bear 

 the very impress of Custer's martial spirit : 



"The neighing troop, the flashing blad^ 



The bugle's stirring blast. 

 The charge, the dreadful cannonade. 



The din and shout are past. 

 No war's wild notes nor glory's peal 



Shall thrill with fierce delight 

 The breast that nevermore may feel 



The raptures of the fight.*' 



When our conversation turned upon Toledo, it be- 

 came more cheerful. The city, after having survived 

 many reverses of fortune, is now on the eve of rapid 

 development, and can hardly be said to have a rival 

 in Northern Ohio. The long and hard battle fought 

 for the soil on which it now stands is almost for- 

 gotten, and instead of arousing the interest of the 

 stranger with thrilling tales of massacre and war, the 

 Toledoan now points to the emblems of peace. 



Not so far away but that the patriotic citizen may 

 become familiar with the place is the old battle-field 

 of '^Fallen Timbers," where "mad Anthony Wayne" 

 brought the Indians to bay, and having conquered, 

 pursued them for ten miles along the Maumee, until 



