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ADDRESS OF THE PRESIDENT.3
to gatherings in memory of the past; and thus we have met to take a retrospective view of the primitive days in Michigan—days when the wild, primeval forest stretched unbroken for miles around, while the habitations of the white man were, " like angels' visits, few and far between. " I will ask your indulgence for a brief moment while I refer you to the unhospitable shores of Massachusetts, where the feeble band on Plymouth Rock faced midwinter in the year 1620, having as neighbors not only fierce wild beasts, but the more hostile
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