Centennial Committee, Officers and Citizens in carriages. Troop of 50 Mounted Men, under direction of Henry Bishop and Edward Dean, Town Marshals. SIXTH DIVISION-OVID. Centennial Committee, Officers and Citizens in carriages. Town Marshals.-D, H. Seeley, Dr. A W. McNames. SEVENTH DIVISION-SENECA FALLS. Seneca Falls Cornet Band. Centennial Committee and town and village officers in carriages. Carriage containing representation of young ladies of Seneca Falls, dressed in white. Troop of 50 Mounted Men, under command of Maj. J. Marshall Guion, Samuel Jacoby, Adjutant, escorted by a detachment of the Yates Dragoons, commanded by Capt. Michael Auer; 25 men in full uniform and equipments. An exhibit of the manufacturing industries of the Goulds Col. James H. McDonald and J. N. Hammond, Town EIGHTH DIVISION-ROMULUS AND VARICK. Carriage containing representation of young ladies of Romulus, dressed in white. Centennial Committees, Officers and Citizens of Romulus and Varick, in carriages. Geo. W. Jacacks, H. F. Troutman, E. Cole, Town Marshals. NINTH DIVISION-TYRE. Centennial Committee, Officers and Citizens in carriages. Town Marshals. TENTH DIVISION. Citizens in carriages. THE Procession reached the Fair Grounds at 1:45 P.M., and the officers of the day, Orator, Historian, Poet and invited guests, took position upon the grand stand. Order having been obtained, the exercises began. Rev. Dr. S. H. Gridley of Waterloo, invoked the Throne of Divine Grace, in a fervent and impressive prayer. John Reamer, Esq., President of the village of Waterloo, then delivered an Address of Welcome, to the immense concourse of people in attendance, (variously estimated at from 10,000 to 20,000 persons,) in the following words: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN : In behalf of the village of Waterloo, I bid you welcome on this occasion. We have met to celebrate an event which happened one hundred years ago. It was an event which opened to the feet of the white man, the dark and dangerous pathways of the forest. Its result has been to displace the wilderness and place in its stead the beau tiful surroundings that we see to-day. In 1779 a few rude wigwams marked the locality of our present village. Today its site is marked by houses of comfort, by mill and factory, by church and school house, and all the indications of industry, religion, civilization and progress. One hundred years ago, Skoi-yase offered a cold reception to Sullivan's men. To-day Waterloo throws wide her doors and gives to the sons of these men a royal welcome. It has been the aim of our efforts that this day should be one long to be remembered, with pleasure, by all who honor us with their presence. The assemblage before me leads me to hope that our efforts have not been in vain. While I bid you welcome to our village, in the name of its officers, I join to that welcome, the assurance, that words of mine can but feebly express, the warm and heartfelt greeting of each individual citizen. At the conclusion of Mr. Reamer's remarks, Hon. J.T. Miller, President of the Day, delivered the following address: GENTLEMEN--MEMBERS OF THE WATERLOO LIBRARY AND HISTORICAL SOCIETY; FELLOW CITIZENS : HISTORY is made up of a succession of events. Time is measured by epochs. We have assembled to-day to commemorate one of those events, which, by reason of its influence on the destinies of a people and a continent, marks the beginning of an epoch, whose termination is appropriately fixed at the close of one hundred subsequent revolutions of the sea sons. One hundred years ago these broad lands, now lying unrolled before us, like a map of the fabled gods, and presenting a surface of wondrous beauty, variety and grandeur, were in the possession and under the control of a far different race of people-a people loosely held to gether by some traditional form of tribal government or compact-but existing, as they had existed from their first discovery on this continent, without a knowledge of any of the arts or sciences, ignorant of the use of letters and of numbers, uninfluenced by the progressive tendencies of the growing civilization of other lands, and entirely unconscious of a divine revelation. As individuals, this primitive people possessed courage, endurance, fortitude, at times amounting to the highest type of heroism; as a people, they were not without sentiment and patriotism. They were passionately fond of the places of their birth, were ever ready to defend their homes and their hunting grounds, and they revered the mounds which contained the bones of their ancestors. But they were without the condition, the principle or possibilities of progress. Not far distant from where we now stand, this system of western paganism and the progressive civilization which came with Christianity from the east, met in the shock of battle. Weary from the effects of a long march through a wilderness almost untrodden by the foot of a white man; worn down by continued toil, privation and exposure, the army of the civilized, under command of Gen. Sullivan, entered the favorite hunting and planting grounds of the Five Nations, and ultimately encamped on the side of the clear, cold waters of the deep, dark, mysterious, and in the superstitious belief of the simple-minded aborigines, storm-haunted Seneca. The Indian braves, until then, the unchallenged lords of these forests, were aware of the hostile invasion, and prepared to give battle to the unwelcome invaders. Indian cunning and Indian cruelty were here to contend on their natural and familiar ground, with the white man's science and the white man's discipline. It has not been assigned to me on this occasion to re count the various incidents of this eventful struggle, nor am I called upon to defend the fierce destruction of Indian property and life, which, in obedience to orders from the Commander-in-Chief, followed the conflict at Newtown. Within, or near the boundaries of our County, at least three important Indian settlements were destroyed, the horses and cattle were driven away, their cornfields, orchards and gardens uprooted, their wigwams were burned, and their warriors slain within sight of the ascending smoke which told them of the invasion and destruction of their homes; the women and children with the aged and decrepit, were compelled to seek safety in the recesses of the forest, to divide with the wolf and the bear the scanty subsistence provided by nature for her children. Your distinguished Orator and gifted Poet will describe to you these events in language which I must not anticipate, and in diction which I could not imitate, while your Historian has compiled a record which will forever remain in the archives of your Society, an object of interest and a source of instruction. No actor in the scenes which we have this day met to commemorate, remains with us to tell the story of those early times. The Indian and the white man, parties to these sanguinary struggles, have alike disappeared. In endeavoring to trace, verify and reproduce their history, we necessarily grope in doubt, in darkness and uncertainty. Wonderful changes have taken place, but so silent and gradual have been the processes, that no record of the transition remains more enduring and reliable than that of the footstep in the sand. These broad lands then covered by primeval forests, sheltering a sparse and untutored population, are now everywhere teeming with transplanted life and civilized industries and activities. Cities and villages, churches and school houses, works of art and inventions of utility, productive farms, cultivated fields, fruitful gardens and peaceful homes are every |