American Quarterly Review, 19 tomasRobert Walsh Carey, Lea & Carey, 1836 |
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... ships of some of the eastern states ; and our author thus speaks of them and their owners : - " These lumber vessels , which are usually loaded with shingles , masts , spars , and boards , have been long the floating mines of Maine ...
... ships of some of the eastern states ; and our author thus speaks of them and their owners : - " These lumber vessels , which are usually loaded with shingles , masts , spars , and boards , have been long the floating mines of Maine ...
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... ships up the river , thought , in his wisdom , when he arrived at this bend , that this was but another of the numerous outlets of the hydra - headed Missis- sippi , and supposing the Yankee ships were taking advantage of it to escape ...
... ships up the river , thought , in his wisdom , when he arrived at this bend , that this was but another of the numerous outlets of the hydra - headed Missis- sippi , and supposing the Yankee ships were taking advantage of it to escape ...
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... ships or steamboats . " With the appearance of the city generally , and with the so- ciety , our Eastern friend was delighted ; and he confirms our previous impressions of the widely cast seeds of future com- mercial wealth and eminence ...
... ships or steamboats . " With the appearance of the city generally , and with the so- ciety , our Eastern friend was delighted ; and he confirms our previous impressions of the widely cast seeds of future com- mercial wealth and eminence ...
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... ships below . The appearance of so large a collection of steamboats is truly novel , and must always strike a stranger with peculiar interest . " The next station , though it presents a more humble appearance than the others , is not ...
... ships below . The appearance of so large a collection of steamboats is truly novel , and must always strike a stranger with peculiar interest . " The next station , though it presents a more humble appearance than the others , is not ...
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... ships , which , with their tow- ering masts , gay flags , and dark hulls , agreeably relieved the otherwise long and unbroken line of boats . To the north , the river spreads its noble bosom till lost in the distance ; while the ...
... ships , which , with their tow- ering masts , gay flags , and dark hulls , agreeably relieved the otherwise long and unbroken line of boats . To the north , the river spreads its noble bosom till lost in the distance ; while the ...
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