FUNERAL OF BARBER — DEATH OF BROAVN. 163 
in solemn procession made a long line over the prairie. Soon they 
wound up the lone, steep way, over Mount Oread. 
A mile further over the level prairie the procession moved on 
slowly, “ for it was a man they bore.’ 7 The soldiers formed in 
lines on either side, with bowed heads and lifted hats. The mourn¬ 
ers passed through, and stood around the open grave. The coffin 
was gently lowered, the falling earth rattled upon its lid — a 
dread, fearful sound; the bitter wailing of the desolate, child¬ 
less, earth-stricken widow rose above the sad moaning of the win¬ 
ter wind, and broke in upon the words, “ Dust to dust, 77 — “ I am 
the resurrection and the life. 77 
The mourners fell back, giving place to the soldiers, who then 
stood around the grave, and each division fired their rifles into the 
last resting-place of their loved and honored comrade. 
Such a scene as this the actors in it had never before witnessed, 
and with similar emotions never will again. In this glorious old 
country, with its hills so smoothly terraced, its prairies boundless, 
over which, a twelvemonth since, the Indian alone roamed with 
the wild deer in the venerable forests, now in concord the white 
man dwells with his red brother. There is no war between them, 
no enmity. But another power, more hideous, more grasping, has 
arisen. These beautiful lands are coveted by the slave power. It 
threatens boldly, and with all its treachery, all its hateful wiles 
unmasked, to bring the dark-browed race, whose color is their crime, 
to suffer here ; that with the sweetly-perfumed breath of these green 
prairies shall come to our ears the wailing of her who is worse 
than widowed, and the sad cry of children who know no tenderer 
words of man than those of the bloody task-master and tyrant. 
For this the slave power has another victim, and the solemn 
prairie has witnessed the burial of liberty’s third martyr to-day. 
Stern men, unused to weep, and timid women, have bowed with 
the stricken, and shared their grief. The blow, falling most heav¬ 
ily on her, leaves them not untouched, and the warning is loud 
and deep, “ Death to your liberties.”. The love we had always 
borne to freedom is tenfold increased, while the hatred of op¬ 
pression is intensified and strengthened. A new consecration of 
our energies, in this unequal fight for freedom, is made over 
