Sketches of prominent citizens of 1876: with a few of the pioneers of the city
and county who have passed away Indianapolis: Tilford & Carlon, printers, 1877, 559 pg.
Otto Stechhan - Is a native of Prussia, was born in the city of Berlin, on April 15, 1851. He came to Indianapolis in 1857, and worked at the upholstering business with his father, Louis Stechhan. He is at the time manufacturing and dealing in parlor alone,at No. 128 Fort Wayne avenue. Mr. Stechhan, like many other natives of Germany, came to the United States for the purpose of making a living, but are not only making a living but a fortune. I am sure his great enterprise in this city deserves encouragement. He manufactures as fine furniture as can be found in the west, if not as good as any similar establishment in the United States. His large and fine establishment is not only a credit to him by an honor to the city, and goes far to show to what perfection Indianapolis has arrived as a manufacturing city. Mr. Stechhan was married in November, 1872, to Miss Rosa Sahm, daughter of Ludwig Sahm, an old citizen of this city. May they live long and prosper. |
Enraptured I gaze on a water serene, Not a wave is awake, no cloud can be seen, In autumnal glory, in crimson and gold, In this mirror reflected the wood I behold. It sparkles, it glistens, this wonderf ul gem, Outvieing in splendor a queen's diadem. On its bosom so placid, in gorgeous array, Immac ulate lilies their beauty display. The fishes disport in the crystalline flood, The turtle-dove calls to its mate in the wood. The heron sedately, the kingfisher flies, And proudly the eagle soars up in the skies. The golden-rod noddeth in sun-favored lair, From fairy-like bowers the rose scents the air, Half hidden in verdure from rock-riven bed Comes bounding a spring, like a bright silver thread. The fields in the distance their treasures unfold, The hilltop, the valley, seem laden with gold; From herds in the meadows the chime of their bells Melodiously sounding comes over the dells. The boats rest at anchor and limp hang the sails; The breezes are hushed, dense silence prevails. Contented ness only, and peace do I view, And happiness smiles from the heaven so blue. O, fair Indiana, this gem in thy crown Will sparkle forever, will bring thee renown. By thee would I tarry in woodland, in plain, Ex ultingly linger in nature's domain. |
In my hammock idly dreaming, Swinging 'neath a linden tree, Through the boughs the zephyr sighing, Crickets chirping merrily; And before me lies resplendent Maxinkuckee , placid sheen; Moonbeams witfc the wavelets dancing, Form a most bewitching scene. And the katydid and locust Hum their plaintive l ullaby. Stars above me, brightly sparkling, Wrap my so ul in ecstacy. Boats are o'er the water gliding, Oars are dipped in liquid gold, And the twain who are them plying, Cupid as their guest behold. Strains of music, songs enchanting Float upon the balmy air; Peals of laughter, joyf ul shouting Wake the echo everywhere. From the shores the lake surrounding Beacon-lights are shining bright, Their reflection in the water Vieing with the orbs of night. Naught to break the merry-making— Mirth and pleasure reign supreme; Nature, even, is rejoicing, Sheds its blessing o'er the scene. Maxinkuckee , fount of pleasure, Fairer could no Eden be; In my mem'ry ever linger, Bring to me sweet reverie. |
MAXINKUCKEE, glist'ning water, Where tradition weaves a chain 'Round the red man's earthly heaven, Aubeenaubee's fair domain. Thou, O precious crystal fountain, So enchanting, dazzling, fair, Thou reflecting, sparkling water. As translucent as the air ; Thee I cherish as a treasure Of a song, a sweet refrain, Brightest jewel 'mong the treasures Which in mem'ry I retain. Like a diamond set in em'ralds Vieing with the orb of day, 'Tween the woodland, in the valley, Where the sunbeams dance and play, Where the turtle-dove, the robin. Build their nests within thy sight, And the lark her songs is warbling, Carols of supreme delight. On the meadows near thee roaming, Lowing herds I browsing trace, And a streamlet, silver flowing, Bounding, leaps in thy embrace. Lilies, mirrored in thy splendor, Nod their heads, immac ulate. And their fragrance so enticing Dreams of fairyland create. Sails are on thy bosom plying, Pinioned birds of gracef ul mold. And the seag ulls, 'round thee hov'ring, Lazily, their wings unfold. Maidens fair, the oars are plying, Paddling the frail canoe. And the sailors, storm defying. Crafty, steer the billows through. 'Tis a picture ne'er forgotten, Tranquilly it comes to view. Heaven's mirage on the waters Forms a boundless va ult of blue. Indiana, proud, distinguished. Wear this jewel of renown. Fairest gem of all thy treasures, Wear it proudly in thy crown. Maxinkuckee, glist'ning water. Where tradition weaves a chain 'Round the red man's earthly heaven, Aubeenaubee's fair domain. |