Ohio History Journal

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THE OLD NATIONAL ROAD-THE HISTORIC

THE OLD NATIONAL ROAD-THE HISTORIC

HIGHWAY OF AMERICA.*

 

BY ARCHER BUTLER HULBERT.

 

I.

 

"THE MIDDLE AGE."

"The middle ages had their wars and agonies, but

also their intense delights. Their gold was dashed with

blood, but ours is sprinkled with dust. Their life was

intermingled with white and purple; ours is one seam-

less stuff of brown." - RUSKIN.

A person can not live in the American central west and be

acquaintance with the generation which greets the new century

with feeble hand and dimmed eye without realizing that there

has been a time which, compared with to-day, seems as the Middle

Ages did to the England to which Ruskin wrote-when "life

was intermingled with white and purple."

The western boy, born to a feeble republic-mother with

exceeding suffering in those days which "tried men's souls,"

grew up as all boys grow up. For a long and doubtful period

the young west grew slowly and changed appearance gradually.

Then, suddenly, it started from its slumbering, and, in two

decades, could hardly have been recognized as the infant which,

in 1787, looked forward to a precarious and doubtful future. The

boy has grown into the man in the century, but the changes of the

last half are not, perhaps, so marked as those of the first, when

a wilderness was suddenly transformed into a number of imperial

commonwealths.

When this west was in its teens and began suddenly outstrip-

ping itself, to the marvel of the world, one of the momentous

factors in its progress was the building of a great National

Road, from the Potomac river to the Mississippi river, by the

 

* Copyrighted 1901, by Archer Butler Hulbert.

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