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FIRST INDEPENDENCE DAY
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same fanciful air." The name of Otoe, originally selected
for the place now called Plattsmouth, "was a good one, and
far better than the modern innovation. Mt. Vernon, the name
of the beautiful site at the mouth of the Weeping Water, is
another bad selection; why not call it after the pleasing
name of the river?" "And so," he laments, "it is all over
the territory; city and town sites, rivers, and creeks have
with but few exceptions undergone an awkward and unbecoming
change of names; an abandonment of these beautiful and
original names which ofttimes lend an air of enchantment and
pleasure to the place."
Thus at the beginning this voluntary
denizen of the wilderness, untutored in the arts, expressed
a truth that has rankled in the heart and mind of every
sensitive citizen of the commonwealth of this day. And so it
seems that taste, that unappraisable gift of God to His
creatures -- some of them -- compound of sentiment and
judgment, is born and not made. The schools may lead it out
and rectify its vision, but if it has only being in the soul
it will see straight and clear to the eternal fitness of
things. What pity that our poet-editor was not a Poo Bah,
with a lord high executioner resolute to enforce his decrees
against these counterfeiters of names! Through our
obtuseness or vanity or other infirmity general and
irreparable violence has been done to the native names of
Nebraska. It is slight consolation to know that this
esthetic rape was not committed without protest -- that at
the first there was at least one eye to pity though there
was no arm to save.
It is not likely that this frontier
champion of propriety and esthetic sense knew that
Washington Irving, high priest of fine taste, at a still
earlier date lamented the same misfortune:
And here we can not but pause to lament
the stupid, commonplace, and often ribald names entailed
upon the rivers and other features of the great West, by
traders and settlers. As the aboriginal tribes of these
magnificent regions are yet in existence, the Indian names
might easily be recovered; which, beside being in general
more sonorous and musical, would remain mementoes of the
primitive lords of the soil, of whom in a little while
scarce any trace will be left. Indeed, it is to be wished
that the whole of our country could be rescued, as much as
possible, from the wretched nomenclature inflicted upon it,
by ignorant and vulgar minds; and this might be done in a
great degree, by restoring the Indian names, wherever
significant and euphonious. As there appears to be a spirit
of research abroad in respect to our aboriginal antiquities,
we would suggest, as a worthy object of enterprise, a map or
maps, of every part of our country, giving the Indian names
wherever they could be ascertained. Whoever achieves such an
object worthily will leave a monument to his own
reputation.
The first number of the Palladium,
July 15, 1854, states that John F. Kinney, who had lately
been appointed chief justice of Utah, had given the name
"Bill Nebraska" to his son, born at Dr. M. H. Clark's
hospital, Nebraska Center, June 10, 1854 -- "the first white
child born in the territory since the passage of the bill."
Strong faith in the future development of the country is a
characteristic of pioneers, and may be traced, in part at
least, to the instinct of duty and necessity. It is
cherished from the feeling, not always clearly conscious,
that requisite courage and tenacity of purpose can not be
sustained without it. A striking example of this kind of
faith is found in a "puff" article about Nebraska which
indulges in the prophecy that the Platte river will after a
while become navigable. "According to the statement of
experienced navigators on the upper Missouri the Nebraska
[Platte] is now a much better stream for navigation
than the Missouri was twenty-five years ago." This number
also gives an account of the first formal celebration of
Independence Day which took place at Bellevue. The
characteristic serious religious sentimental temperament of
the editor is touched by the scene:
The assemblage met near the Indian agency,
under the broad canopy of heaven, and seemed to have hearts
as expansive as the great scene of nature in which they were
situated. If the spirit so beautifully and freely manifested
on this soul-inspiring occasion, be an index to the future
character of the vast multitudes who will soon come from the
four quarters of the earth, to mingle in the pursuits and
pleasures of this people, then it will be true, as it was
remarked by one of the speakers, that "this
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