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Early Detroit
But unlike most western cities, Detroit has a past, and one of no small interest, —a past that reaches back beyond the clearly defined regions of fact into the dim and shadowy regions of romance. We have no grim and war-worn battlements, telling us, in their mute but expressive language, of an iron age and an iron race long since passed away. We have no ruined temples and columns, no broken statues, no exhumed cities left as monuments of a civilization that no longer exists. But we have the history of the gay and happy Frenchman, leaving his storied native land, its vine-clad hills and sunny valleys, and, with a passive heroism that defies every danger and endures every trial, here cheerfully, nay,
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