CHAPTER X.

BLENNERHASSETT'S ISLAND.

Nearly every person who knows anything at all about the history of the

United States has heard of Blennerhassett's Island.

This island is one hundred and ninety miles from Pittsburg, and two

hundred and eighty-seven from Cincinnati. It is a beautiful island; but

has at present an appearance of desolation, that forcibly reminds the

traveler what it once was.

Blennerhassett, the owner, was a man of great taste, and, till his

connection with Burr, quite an inoffensive man, and a good citizen. But

no one could be long in peace and quiet who had anything to do with the

seditious, ambitious, and treasonable Aaron Burr. It is true he was not

legally convicted of treason, but he was finally ruined in character and

property, as a cause of his evident wrong doing.

Instead of a beautiful mansion fifty-four feet square, two stories

high, and well proportioned, with two wings, and a charming little

garden, with every delicacy of fruit, vegetables, and flowers which

could be made to grow in that climate, with the most beautiful walks,

and shrubbery--nothing now is seen but a heap of ruins.

All day long, this second of our days on the river, we were hoping the

boat would reach Blennerhassett's Island before night, or at least

before bedtime. But we were doomed to disappointment. At the latest hour

which it was proper for us to be awake, the boat was some thirty to

fifty miles below.

We passed the next day the mouths of two beautiful rivers on the

Virginia side, the Big Sandy and the Great Kanawha. It was curious to

see the line formed by the junction or union of the two rivers--the one

with its blue clear waters, the other with its turbid, milky current.

They seemed as if made of entirely different materials. We also passed,

besides the coaling places I have named, several considerable villages,

among which were Point Pleasant, Murraysville, and Belleville,

Virginia; and Gallipolis and Millersburg in Ohio.

We also lost sight, during the night, of Marietta, at the mouth of the

Muskingum River, now quite a large and pleasant village, near which are

several very remarkable ancient fortifications and mounds of earth,

supposed to have been the depositories of the dead, by some now unknown

people.

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