Now, this place where the fathers “sheltered themselves at a league’s distance” from Fort Sainte Anne, may have been Cumberland Head. The bay in which “Sieur Corlart” was drowned has been considered to be Willsborough Bay. Allow me to state that Arendt Van Corlaer (“Sieur Corlart”) came to his death in this very year, 1667, in which these Jesuits saw the savages at the water side gathering up flints. So the Indians 235 years ago had an established custom of picking up flint implements around Ticonderoga; the same practice that I have indulged in, perhaps quite as successfully without having to offer tobacco to a race of invisible men; and the “loud noises” which their “great captain” made when he proceeded to throw himself into the water to enter his palace and “which filled with fear the minds of those who have no knowledge of this Great Spirit and of these little men,” may have been an echo, like that marvelous one which came back to me from Mount Independence, on that November day, so loud and distinct as to seem uncanny. * * * * * I have thus grouped these three different parts although they may not be homogeneous. In some degree they unite the present with the early historic and prehistoric past of the Champlain Valley. I understand that the United States Government is soon to issue a large volume of Place-Names, and such work is highly to be commended. What an immense number our own localities could furnish to be thus preserved! In the early Voyages, Journals, Relations and Letters are references to many known locations. But, for instance, should Radisson, or the Jesuit Relations or even Hadden, go to new editions during the next half century, the present notes, though copious, would seem meagre and inadequate, compared with what should then appear. Concerning matters prehistoric, I hope I have said enough to reveal what a vast field for research lies almost untouched at our very doors. DAVID S. KELLOGG, M. D. Read before the Vt. Hist. Society. LINCOLN. A young backwoodsman, tall and strong of limb, We find him in the wilds of Illinois, So brave, so faithful oft men said of him, “A man while yet a boy.” A man, indeed, while moving upward still, They gazed at his advance with wondering eyes, And saw his lofty aims, his steadfast will, With glad surprise. He reached the summit in a crucial hour, When clouds and darkness hung above the land, And proved himself to all a man of power, Who could command. He loved his country, not some special part More dear than others, but the glorious whole. He gave to save the Union, all his heart, His brain, his soul.