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with us in this rare spot to look upon this fitting tribute of an 

 appreciative heart to a noble woman, Mary Jemison, the White 

 Captive of the Genesee ! 



The monument was then unveiled. 



Assisting with the Archeologist in the unveiling - was Mrs 

 Thomas Kennedy, daughter of " Buffalo " Tom Jemison, the 

 grandson of the child represented on the back of the statue, and 

 Miss Carolina Bennet, a descendant of Mary Jemison of the 

 sixth generation and granddaughter of the celebrated runner, 

 Deerfoot. 



The statue was draped with the American flag, which entirely 

 concealed it. The cords were arranged at each side so that when 

 lifted the flag rose like a butterfly above the beautiful bronze 

 image. The people arose to their feet amidst great applause. The 

 wonderful majesty of the girlish figure arrayed in Indian garb, 

 her sweet Scotch-Irish face showing in every line a story of her 

 struggle to carry her babe and herself on foot through the narrow 

 forest paths, impressed every one. The sculptor had interpreted 

 his subject in a sympathetic, masterful way. The figure is about 

 nine feet high. 



Charles D. Vail LL.D., of Geneva, a trustee of the Scenic Soci- 

 ety, spoke of the value of art in preserving the great traditions of 

 history and expressed his appreciation of Doctor Letchworth's 

 work. Professor Vail read a letter from the sculptor, Mr Bush- 

 Brown, describing the ideal which he had endeavored to embody 

 in the statue. 



Prof. Liberty H. Bailey of Cornell University and a trustee of 

 the Society spoke on the outdoor ideal and paid a tribute' to Doctor 

 Letchworth's love of the beautiful in nature. 



Mr James N. Johnson, the " dean poet " of Buffalo, made a few 

 extemporaneous remarks in which he said that more poetry had 

 been written of Glen Iris than any other spot in America, " but 

 then," he said, " it is easy to write poetry about Glen Iris." 



Rev. H. A. Dudley of Warsaw, who had once seen Mary Jemi- 

 son as she passed through the Genesee valley in 183 1, said that 

 it was as a school boy that he saw her. He had a bundle of books 

 under his arm and was passing down the road when he saw a 

 wagon, driven by Indians, halt. Peering over the back he saw 

 within an aged woman lying on a mattress. The woman who was 



