Duluth! The word fell upon my ear with a peculiar and indescribable charm, like the gentle murmur of a low fountain stealing forth in the midst of roses, or the soft sweet accent of an angels whisper in the bright, joyous dream of sleeping innocence. T was the name for which my soul had panted for years, as the hart panteth for the water-brooks.
Speech on the St. Croix and Bayfield Railroad Bill, Jan. 27, 1871.