The American Goliah | Page 6

over this spot he was either drowned or swallowed up in
the mire and suffocated to death.
HOW TO FIND THE GIANT
Passengers by the Central or Oswego Railroads leave the cars at
Syracuse, and will find an excellent road through the beautiful
Onondaga Valley, to Mr. Newell's residence, twelve miles from
Syracuse. Strangers will find the principal hack stand of the city near
the Wieting Block, on Salina street. The entire force of drivers became
within three days perfectly acquainted, not only with the road, but with
the leading facts regarding the wonderful discovery. The demand for
carriages has been immense, and is constantly increasing. If parties
desire to spend the day at Cardiff, they can take the Syracuse &
Binghamton Railroad to Lafayette Station, and (with considerable
difficulty,) secure a team across to Mr. Newell's house, a distance of
about three miles. There is no village at Lafayette Station.
WHO VISITS THE WONDER?
Everybody. Old and young, male and female, people of all classes of
community, rush in a constant stream to view the immense curiosity.
People from all parts of the United States are hastening to see the Giant
before he shall be removed from his long resting place. The average
daily attendance for the first week was from three to five hundred

persons.
HOW LONG WILL HE BE KEPT WHERE HE WAS FOUND?
Probably for some time, as that seems to be the public wish.
Arrangements have been made for some of the chief scientific men of
the country to examine critically the colossus. Their opinion or
opinions, (which will be published promptly in this work,) will have
much weight in the minds of the managers in deciding when and what
to do.
WHO OWN THE IMAGE?
Three capitalists have bought of Mr. Newell, (who has declined
probably over one hundred offers,) a three-fourths interest in the
enterprise. The tour partners will determine what course to pursue.
We subjoin several reports of the Press for a few days succeeding the
discovery of his Giantship.
From the Syracuse Daily Standard Oct. 18th, 1869.
The valley of Onondaga has a romance of beauty in its wild scenery,
and as the home of the famous tribe of the red men of the forest-- the
Onondagas--around whose council fires the chiefs and young warriors
of the Six Nations assembled to consult on matters of great moment. It
commences at the head of Onondaga Lake, having a broad surface
where the main part of our city stands, and moderate hill-side
boundaries, until we pass two miles south of the city bounds, where the
bed of the basin begins to narrow away and the hills on either side to be
more abrupt and higher. It continues to decrease in width, until it
terminates against Tully Hill, a distance of fourteen miles from the lake.
Its beauty of wild scenery is perhaps in greatest perfection in that part
known as the Indian Reservation--still held by the Onondaga
tribe--somewhat south of the centre of the valley. Two main roads lead
up the valley, one at the base of the hills on either side; and riding
along either of them in a pleasant day, an admirer of nature's wild
grandeur has ample occasion of admiration. The gentle slope, rising
way back and up as if touching the clouds, and the more abrupt and
ragged, shrub-covered, not less high hills, miniature mountains, with
every now and then a ravine down which the water leaps playfully
along till it reaches the plateau below and into the little creek on its way
to the ocean--is a landscape of beauty not easily described.
Just now this valley is the scene of an excitement, in the finding of a

supposed petrifaction of a human being--a giant. The point of interest is
on the south side of the valley, opposite and just beyond the little
village of Cardiff, in the town of Lafayette-- twelve miles from this city,
on a farm belonging to Mr. William C. Newell.
On Saturday last Mr. Newell thought to dig a well some six or seven
rods east of his house, and a trifle south-east of his barn. The spot is
probably thirty feet below the house, and the surface soil is a loose, half
sand, half dark muck, the natural washing from the hills above. It is not
more than twenty rods from the creek, the channel of which is thought
to have been at or very near this spot many years ago. Mr. Newell and a
hired man, in digging, had gone down but two and a half feet when
something hard was struck, which was believed to be a stone. They
thought but little of it at first, expecting to have to break it loose and
pry it out. But throwing out a few more