![If you follow us on Twitter, you might have noticed all the tweets of yore. Here’s a longer excerpt from Louisville Panorama (compiled, written, and designed by R.C. Riebel) called, “The Beautiful Ohio.”
“Louisville’s first historian [that’s Henry McMurtrie] speaks of the Ohio as ‘by far the noblest river in the universe’; and for those who love the Ohio — and flowery prose — we quote further: ‘Its wooded islands still charm the eye with their symmetry and the swan-like grace with which they sit upon its bosom and reflect their forms in the clear waters of a summer’s day. Its long reaches of lake-like repose, its wooded hills, its terraced banks are still here, as when the Indian canoe glided over the surface or the buffalo and deer drank at its brink. The cultivated slopes, the peaceful homes embowered in orchards, the cities with their teeming life which line its shores, the steamers which plow its waters, the railroads which thread along its banks, and the majestic bridges which span it only heighten the grandeur which nature gave it.
There has been much changed by the handiwork of man, but the Falls remain unchanged, and all the lovers of the beautiful should rejoice to know that the utilitarian spirit has, after a century of speculation and study, decided that its waters shall not be diverted from their channel for man’s selfish use, but shall, now and forever, go on their way sparkling in the sunlight, dancing in the rapids, and leaping over the falls, as has been their wont forever.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/ce50675c5745aaefe0d0321e5218d0eb/tumblr_mmv8tpuNUS1rbpa3eo1_500.jpg)
If you follow us on Twitter, you might have noticed all the tweets of yore. Here’s a longer excerpt from Louisville Panorama (compiled, written, and designed by R.C. Riebel) called, “The Beautiful Ohio.”
“Louisville’s first historian [that’s Henry McMurtrie] speaks of the Ohio as ‘by far the noblest river in the universe’; and for those who love the Ohio — and flowery prose — we quote further: ‘Its wooded islands still charm the eye with their symmetry and the swan-like grace with which they sit upon its bosom and reflect their forms in the clear waters of a summer’s day. Its long reaches of lake-like repose, its wooded hills, its terraced banks are still here, as when the Indian canoe glided over the surface or the buffalo and deer drank at its brink. The cultivated slopes, the peaceful homes embowered in orchards, the cities with their teeming life which line its shores, the steamers which plow its waters, the railroads which thread along its banks, and the majestic bridges which span it only heighten the grandeur which nature gave it.
There has been much changed by the handiwork of man, but the Falls remain unchanged, and all the lovers of the beautiful should rejoice to know that the utilitarian spirit has, after a century of speculation and study, decided that its waters shall not be diverted from their channel for man’s selfish use, but shall, now and forever, go on their way sparkling in the sunlight, dancing in the rapids, and leaping over the falls, as has been their wont forever.”
