the splendors of the Lower Au Sable Pond broke upon our vision,—­that low-lying silver lake, imprisoned by the precipices which it reflected in its bosom,—­he made no outward response to our burst of admiration:  only a quiet gleam of the eye showed the pleasure our appreciation gave him.  As some one said, it was as if his friend had been admired —­a friend about whom he was unwilling to say much himself, but well pleased to have others praise.

Thus far, we have considered Old Phelps as simply the product of the Adirondacks; not so much a self-made man (as the doubtful phrase has it) as a natural growth amid primal forces.  But our study is interrupted by another influence, which complicates the problem, but increases its interest.  No scientific observer, so far as we know, has ever been able to watch the development of the primitive man, played upon and fashioned by the hebdomadal iteration of “Greeley’s Weekly Tri-bune.”  Old Phelps educated by the woods is a fascinating study; educated by the woods and the Tri-bune, he is a phenomenon.  No one at this day can reasonably conceive exactly what this newspaper was to such a mountain valley as Keene.  If it was not a Providence, it was a Bible.  It was no doubt owing to it that Democrats became as scarce as moose in the Adirondacks.  But it is not of its political aspect that I speak.  I suppose that the most cultivated and best informed portion of the earth’s surface—­the Western Reserve of Ohio, as free from conceit as it is from a suspicion that it lacks anything owes its pre-eminence solely to this comprehensive journal.  It received from it everything except a collegiate and a classical education,—­things not to be desired, since they interfere with the self-manufacture of man.  If Greek had been in this curriculum, its best known dictum would have been translated, “Make thyself.”  This journal carried to the community that fed on it not only a complete education in all departments of human practice and theorizing, but the more valuable and satisfying assurance that there was nothing more to be gleaned in the universe worth the attention of man.  This panoplied its readers in completeness.  Politics, literature, arts, sciences, universal brotherhood and sisterhood, nothing was omitted; neither the poetry of Tennyson, nor the philosophy of Margaret Fuller; neither the virtues of association, nor of unbolted wheat.  The laws of political economy and trade were laid down as positively and clearly as the best way to bake beans, and the saving truth that the millennium would come, and come only when every foot of the earth was subsoiled.