man-despised

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And thus throughout. At one moment a bare expanse, looking man-despised, if not God-forgotten, and at the next, a smiling village, with tasteful dwelling, fine shrubbery, great hotels, spires pointing heavenward, and trees that look down with the conscious dignity of old settlers, as if they had stood just so since the time of good Father Marquette, that stout old missionary, who first planted the holy cross in their shade, and, "after offering to the Mightiest thanks and supplications, fell asleep to wake no more."

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 11, September, 1858