Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd CornerClark, Charles Heber
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Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd Corner
Clark, Charles Heber
American fiction -- 19th century; Humorous stories
I do not know why the place is called "the Battery." Perhaps a couple
of centuries ago the Swedes may have built here a breastwork with which
to menace their hated Dutch rivals who held the fort just below us
there upon the river bank. (We will walk over to the spot some day, Mrs.
Adeler.) And who can tell what strange old Northmen in jerkin and helmet
have marched up and down this very stretch of level sward, carrying
huge fire-lock muskets and swearing mighty oaths as they watched the
intruding Dutchman in his stronghold, caring little for the placid
loveliness of the view which the rolling tide of the majestic river ever
offered to their eyes!
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But some of those people could appreciate this beautiful panorama.
Some of them did not forget the grandeur of nature while their little
passions raged against the Dutchmen. It was Jasper Dankers who came here
from Sweden in 1676, and looked out from this Battery; returning home,
he wrote in his diary in this fashion:
"The town is situated upon a point which extends out with a sandy beach,
affording a good landing-place. It lies a little above the bay where the
river bends and runs south from there, so that you can see down the
river southwardly. The greater portion of it presents a beautiful view
in perspective, and enables you to see from a distance the ships come
out from the great bay and sail up the river."
The sandy beach is gone, and the ships which float upward from the bay
are not such craft as Dankers saw; but the stream has its ancient
majesty, and the wooded banks, I like to think, present to our eyes
nearly the same sweet picture that touched the soul of that old Swede
two long centuries ago.
Another thing has changed--yes, it has changed many times. The Indians,
Mrs. A., called the bay Poutaxat and the river Lenape Wihittuck. The
stream, too, was named the Arasapha, and also Mackerish Kitton--a title
pretty enough in its way, but oddly suggestive of mackerel and kittens.
But the Swedes came, and with that passion which burned in the bosoms of
all the early European immigrants for prefixing the word "new" to the
names of natural objects, they entitled the river New Swedeland Stream.
Then the Dutch obtained the mastery here, and it became the South River,
the Hudson being the North River, and finally the English obtained
possession, and called it Delaware.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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