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Early Detroit
The early French writers exercise no moderation in their praise of its beauties and its charms. The deep majestic river, the noble forests, the beautiful meadows, the rising banks, the vines,, the fruits and the flowers, the rich soil, the woodlands teeming with every variety of game, from the roving buffalo to the whistling quail, the water-fowl that hovered on the streams and the fish that inhabited them, the mild climate and the salubrious air, all united to swell their rapturous strains.
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