From Cleveland the boat proceeded with only two stops, at Black River
and Huron, to Sandusky Bay, and steamed past the lighthouse and up the
carefully staked-out channel to the town of Sandusky, which was at
the bottom of the seven-mile inlet. This town had the fresh, bright
appearance of all the recently built settlements, with an added air
of substantiality which it owed to the abundance near by of good
building material, which had led the inhabitants to erect fine stone
residences. After a brief stop the steamer ran out of the bay and
northward across the lake to the mouth of the Detroit River, passing on
the way the islands near which Commodore Perry won his victory. At the
entrance of the strait on the Canada side was the town of Amherstburgh,
formerly known as Malden, and the scene of much fighting in the War of
1812. All the twenty miles of shore from here to Detroit were lined
with pretty villas and gardens, many of them of the old French style.
To the traveller of 1840 as to the tourist of to-day, Detroit made from
the water a most pleasing picture. For a mile along the bank of the
river and half a mile back from the water stretched regular avenues
with large white houses and green patches of gardens interspersed,
and in the centre of the city were the court-house with its dome
and turrets, the churches with their tall spires, and the blocks of
solid brick business buildings. The low-lying French buildings had
disappeared, and with them the French atmosphere of twenty years
before. Detroit had become in the last ten years a busy port and
thoroughfare for the emigrants who yearly composed one-half or even
two-thirds of the city population. Even in 1830 they were arriving
by the thousands,--ten, even fifteen thousand in a single season. In
May of that year the _Free Press_ of the city announced that besides
those arriving by land or by sailing vessels, over two thousand people
had come in that one week on the seven steamboats. In 1836 a diligent
citizen kept watch of those who came and went, and computed that, in
the twelve hours between daylight and dark, a wagon left the city for
the interior every five minutes.
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