The opening up of the Venango oil-district in Pennsylvania in 1858
brought to Cleveland a large refining and shipping industry, for which
it was well fitted by its advantageous position on the lake and its
railroads and vessels.
Two months later a similar occasion took place in the little village of
Dunkirk, Pennsylvania, when the New York and Erie road was completed.
This line crossed the state of New York some seventy miles south of
the Albany turnpike and New York Central route, and with its completion
the Great Lakes and the Atlantic were once more united and the occasion
was celebrated as if such an idea had never entered the minds of any
one before. President Fillmore and Daniel Webster, his Secretary of
State, with three other members of the cabinet, came on from Washington
and took the trip on the first train over the road. In New York City
and all along the way there was great excitement, and in the little
village of Dunkirk grand preparations had been going on for weeks. The
train arrived at four-thirty on the afternoon of May 15. As it rolled
into the station the church bells rang, cannon roared, and a salute of
thirteen guns was fired from the United States steamship _Michigan_,
which was stationed in the harbor. The cars passed under a canopy of
French, American, and British flags, and beyond the engine at the very
end of the track was an arch of evergreen and flowers built over an old
plough on which was printed the word “Finis.” This was the plough used
to break ground for the first ten-mile section of the road at Dunkirk
in 1838.
The distinguished visitors formed in a procession and marched about the
town, to be welcomed by the mayor before they entered the huge shed
erected for the occasion. Over the table, three hundred feet long, hung
two barbecued oxen suspended on poles. Upon the table were ten sheep
roasted whole. Bread had been baked in loaves ten feet long by two
thick, which it took two men to carry. Even the pork and beans were
in tin vessels holding fifty gallons each, and barrels of cider were
set at intervals along the side of the table. The presidential party
looked, admired, and praised--and then returned to the hotel for a
collation, leaving the sampling of these triumphs of the culinary art
to the other guests of the occasion.
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