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THURSDAY, FFB’Y 23, 1860.
Tdfa in the Woods.
No. 7.
It was the novelty of the thing that
pleased us. It was Nature In its fresh
ness and its originality. It was life
away from the busy whirl of bustling
activity, and removed from the conven
tionalities and frivolities that had become
to us a fetter, and a satiety. Had we
found at Sauk Rapids stately palaces,
courtly lords and ladies, the probability
fs we should have marched straightway
through it, and bent) outf steps farther
toward the setting sun. There
something captivating in the idea of
spending a period of months, or even
years, in comparative solitude, in a
pleasant niche ?f Nature, that bade fair
to become in the future, a thriving town.
So that, if wearying of the monotony of
scenery, of reading [of buukr, an< * of
meditation, the coming in of strangers,
the building up of houses, a general
progress of improvement would become,
at length, a pleasant diverson. And it
was a general impression, that at some
future, not distant day, Sauk Rapids
would become the one important point
above the Falls of St Anthony.
With a water power second to but
one in the Territory—surrounded by
land as yet unappropriated, easy of cul
tivation and of fertile quality ; at the
mouth of the Sauk River that here emp
ties its clear waters into the grand Mis
sissippi, a stream bordered on either
side mostly by belts of forest that stand
like sentinels to beautiful prairies ; on
the direct route from St. Paul to Lake
Superior upon the one side, and to Pem
bina and the Red River Settlement up
pon the other ; with a good farming
country stretching away to the unlimited
North, which was becoming rapidly set
tled by that class most important and of
most worth to a new country—substan
tial farmers—with a town site unprece
dented in beauty—who should say that
Sauk Rapids might not become, if not
Queen of the North West, at least one
of the ladies in her train That the Mills
of a Lowell or a Lawrence might not
thrill her Mississippi waters, that her
surrounding eminences, adorned with
home-mansions of grace and beauty,
mighty not resouud with the voice of in
dustry and advancement—that emblems
of religion and learning should not here
lift aloft their glittering spires, and that
hither should come from the east, and
the south, and from across the sea, the
poor, the fallen, the oppressed—the
wise, the beautiful and good ?
Was this dreaming of ours too fanci
ful and ambitious—or are the palmy
days of this city of the Sauk yet to be ?
We never hesitated for a moment in
deciding to pitch our tent at this Coun
ty Seat of Benton County. In fact
there was no act of decision about it.
It was a thing of course. But Fred,
wishing to attend “ Election” at Swan
River, thirty miles above, and we, wil
ling to see all there was to be seen,
proceeded with him the second day fol
lowing our arrival to Watab and to
Platt River. At the latter point, a few
miles from the election precinct, we
spent the night. There was but the one
house at which we tarried. We were
received with apparent genuine hospi
tality by the middle-aged matron, who
was famous throughout all this region
for her eccentricities, and for the well
gotten-up substantialities of her table.
We were saluted by her as we alighted,
as well as by the strong odor of pickles
that were “doing” in her kitchen. She
impressively reminded us of Meg Mer
rilies. Three children followed her
“ unequal steps.” Dick, as she
called her husband, soon made his ap
pearance—several degrees less in size,
and correspondingly less in influence
than his energetic spouse. During that
evening, we became wise in all that re
lated to mortal most insignificant that
had ever set foot in this goodly county.
It was a new phase of life, and we bat
tened with attention. Five years had
they been dwellers on Platt River. No
neighbors within many miles. The his
tory of their struggles, difficulties, and
successes, was full of incident and in
terest. This evening was not the only
one that we afterwards spent beneath
this humble but hospitable roof. The
next day we proceeded through the pine
woods to Swan River. A very hand
some location was this ; and an old
Edited by W. H. WOOD and Motto — “ Freedom is the only safeguard of Government, and Order aad Modem ion are necesary to Freedom.” — J httam. MINNIE MARY LEE.
YOL. I.—HO. 7.
trading post for the Indians, at the com
mand of which was an old Scotchman,
who had been resident here many years,
and who had died within a month. Wc
saw here several indian graves. Each
had boards put over it, slantly, like the
roof of a house. Sometimes little orna
ments or little delicacies, such as had
been favorite with the deceased, were
attached to those of recent origin. Little
cake? of maple sugar, moulded in fan
tastic shapes, *nd strung on strings like
beads, so as fo make a pyramidal form,
hung from a slender p?le a * fbe head of
a child’s grave. We regardeu ** t^ei *
with a feeling of curiosity merely. We
little thought of the aching, yearning
heart that had prompted the trembling
hand to place there :hat touching tribute
of affection. We then little dreamed—
How roach of hopi, bow much of joy
Mayjlie buried up with a darling boy.
Here was the crossing to the Winne
bago Agency, at Lrfng Prairie. Aside
from our rambles we spent the day in a
perusal of Josephus. Toward night we
returned to Platt River. We distinctly
remember the pleassntness of that drive.
It was not yet the viiddle of October.
The declining sun gave to the variegat
ed foliage a gorgeuusness and magnifi
cence seen only in Autumn. The dark
green pines stood in the midst ot this
splendor, like sDrn ice-kings amid
brilliantly-clad princes of southern isles.
We were welcomed cordially on our
return. A good repast was awaiting us,
of which those delicious pickles, and
cranberry sauce, then to us such a rari
ty , formed a part. At midnight we were
awakened by our host, who could not
wait until morning t< impart to Fred the
pleasing intelligence that his election as
District Attorney, vas secure. The
following night founc us safely returned
to our pleasant quarters at the Rapids.
Cottage on the Sauk.
Feb. 19—Wc awoke this morning, I
in the dearest, cosiest little cottage,
nestled under the brow of a bluff, that
overlooks loftily, the pleasant and
winding Sauk -by the Indians called
more gracefully Osakit*.
This little cottage is to us often a de
lightful retreat. In the season of sum
mer, it is beautiful indeed, with its sur
roundings of tul), graceful forest trees,
and the little garden, filled to overflow
ing with luxuriant vegetables, and showy
ornaments of old fashioned flowers.—
Roses in many varieties, send in their
fragranee through the open windows,
and tho Michigan rose climbs over the
white-washed logs, and twines its bloom
ing beauties about the dormer window,
and about the home of birds among the
eaves. And O the music of those birds!
Ten thousand warblers, in the early
morning, send forth their melody from
forest boughs, that echo down the strip
of prairie to the river, whence as many
more notes come back from feathered
songsters by its banks.
A pleasant picture of country life—
with its cattle grazing in the distance,
its broods of prating biddies, its lordly
turkies, and all that pertains to its com
forts and quiet enjoyments. Such is this
cottage on the Sauk—when Summer is
enrobed in her glory of green. Its pre
siding divinity is an elderly matron, who
possesses ail that energy, resolution and
faithfulness, characteristic of those who
dwell in New England, the land of her
birth, and whom a thirty year’s resi
dence in a new country has thoroughly
westernized. Self-denying, self-reliant,
looking obstacles in the face, with a
courage and will to struggle with and
subdue them, she was truly a noble pio
neer, whom discouragements, misfor.
fortunes, and losses, served to render
but the more brave, strong, and endur
“ Eager to hope, but not leis firm to bear,
Acqu inted with a 1 feeling* save despair.”
Well knowing, from experience, all
the sickness, herculean labors, and dif
ficulties incident to the early settlement
of Michigan, the most trying of States
to settle and subdue, truly does she say,
“ Minnesotians know nothing of real
hardships. Would they but work with
hope, energy, and will, they would reap
a golden harvest. The farmer, able at
once to cultivate his land, with no dis
hearteniug Fever and Ague, to paralyze
him, body and mind, has nothing of
which to complain.”
Do not our friende believe this ? And
will they scorn to imitate a woman in
the sterling virtues of bravery and for
titude ?
Little Lucy.
She was a little girl of ten, small of
her age—and because God had given
her a black skin, she was a Slave. She
was a pure African, with a face and a
nose in the very extreme of the peculi
arity of that race. And no one ever
regretted so much as little Lucy that she
was not white. We seem to see her
now, st ate d th® brick hearth, her
knees elevated to a with her chin,
her slender fingers claspul" her horny
toe», tfcst had never known comlor! of
shoe or sock. ?efore the blazing fire,
throughout the long* wiC!« r evening,
there she would sit, looking up now a. ntl
then wistfully, to catch our eye raised
from hook, or writing, that she might
indulge her love of volubility. Her
words would be after this fashion :
** O, Miss Minnie, I does wish I’se
white. I lay wake all obde night, look
ing troo de holes in de roof, up whar
de stars are, and wishin and wisliin I’se
white. Onest I thought Ibe white sure
’nough. Anut Kizzy she gib me some
flour, and I run down to de spring, and
I wet de flour eber so nice wid water,
and rub it ober my face and neck. O
I rub it on hard, and thinks 1, I sure be
white now—be grand white lady. I run
way off and hide—cause Misses, she
see me—oo—and lay all night long
’totlier side one great dead log. O I
drefful skeered. I tho’t ole black man
come arter me mor’en onest, and den I
tho’t he no take me—lie tink I’se white
chile. I wake in de mornun, and run
eber so fast, to look in de spring, to see
how white I is. O, Miss Minnie, but I
did feel so orful, when I sees I no white
at all, and jes as black and ugly as eber.
Den I jea hate mysef, and I say I’s no
thin but poor little ole black nigger—
no ’count—jes wish I’s dead, and in
blessed Heben wid my mammy dat I
neber did see.”
And the mournful eyes of the truly
ugly little dwarf swam in tears from hu
man emotion.
Little Lucy was on orphan, without
brother or sister. With no one to care
for her, she had been from her infancy
the abused slave of slates. And this is
u bitterly sad and cruel condition indeed.
Her little shoulders were made to bear
great burdens, and she had “ toted”
upon her head, from the spring to the
kitchen, buckets of water, not only un
til the wool was worn from her crown,
but that crown itself was hard as a pet
rifaction ! To save her value as a slave,
she was at length rescued from this
abuse, and brought into the bouse. She
was assigned to us as special little maid
of all our errands. She was indeed a
curiosity. Sometimes she would come
in shyly and stilly, saying, “Miss Min
nie, does ye see these yer eggs,” dis
closing one, two or three, from some
inconceivable hiding place in the thin
relics of her dress, and proceeding to
bury them in ashes, continue—
“ I corned honestly by dese yer——l
did. You see Aunt Kizzy, she has lots
ob hens, and dey lays eggs audacious !
I tho’t I knew how you liked em toasted
in de ashes, so I jes fotched em along.”
Andthe poor little unselfish being wo’d
insist upon our acceptance of her gift
offering, though ,'poor and scanty had
been her own supper’s fare.
Like most of her race, she was ad
dicted to theft, (we think the holders of
slaves are responsible for their sins,)
and frequently yielded to the temptation
of appropriating to herself little articles
of trifling value. She was readily in
duced to confession and rendition, by a
representation that her “ mammy in
Heben,” of whom she was incessantly
talking, was sorry and weeping over her
Many a mirthful reminiscence of her
comes up, which we must forbear narra
ting. Poor little Lucy ! When we
parted with her forever on a bright June
morning, in beautiful Southern Virgin
ia, she stood weeping sadly, a few paces
from the carriege, wiping the fast roll
ing tears from her ebon cheek with her
hard little hand, and gazing at us with
one of those longing, yearning looks,
that are forever haunting. No other
parting, not even his who had been to us
as a father, and who clasped us to his
heart with a trembling and tearful
“ Farewell my daughter,” so affected
us as did the silent, but heart-broken
look of poor little Lucy. Her parting
gift, a few flowers, which she knew were
our favorites, their stems immersed in a
tiny bottle, containing water, remained
fresh and lively a long time, reminding
us of those beautiful flowers of love
that so flourished in the heart of the
poor little slave.
Ladies’ Pair at St. Cloud.
The enterprising ladies of the Pres
byterian Society of St. Cloud held a
Fair at Wilson’s Hall, on the evening of
the 14th Inst. We came so near altend
ding, as to have old Ned arrayed in his
tannings, nn d standing at the gate.
Then, O, are we of purpose,
we changed our *' spent the
cold, windy evening ai home. e
learn from one of the lady-i»? ana g ers
that this fair was numerously attendeu
hosre full to overflowing-and that mirth,
gaiety and good feeling prevailed. The
supper was free, excellent and abundant,
Articles useful and fanciful sold with
readiness, to the amount of seventy
dollars. The society is yet undecided
as to the appropriation of the proceeds.
Some members thinking of a purchase
of books for the commencement of a
library, others of the adornment of their
church, when it shall be completed. In
either case the money will be well ex
pended—but we should vote for the
Is our country on the verge of a great
crisis ? One would think so from the
tenor of the public journals. But is
there not patriotism sufficiently animat
ing the great heart ef America to form
its safeguard ? Enough of patriotism
so-called, no doubt—but is it of the
right sort ? Has it philanthropy for its
ruling spirit ? If so, then the storms
that beat, and tempests that threaten
snail not privail. Surely America can
boast of herphilantbropists. And while
such live ard labor with singleness of
heart and purpose for the amelioration
of humanity, so long shall the country
they honor and bless be favored of
For did not the Great Ruler declare
of a city of old, that the presence of
one righteous person should save it from
destruction. True, to the pure eyes of
the All-Perfect, within all our borders
even one might he found wanting. But
we think not. “By their fruiti ye shall
know them.”
But while penning this brief article,
a silent voice whispers, look not away,
with fool’s eyes, to the ends of the earth,
watching if others are good and kind
and loving to their fellow beings. Every
heart must answer its God. No soul
must sit down supinely, and with folded
hands, and easy conscience, say there is
nothing foa me to do. I am but one
amongst hundreds. Others more gifted
in intellect, and more rich in worldly
substance are laboring—they would look
with contempt upon my meagre offering
Enough there are to save us from the
doom of the devoted city.
Ah, countlees insects construct the
coral reef, unnumbered sands heap high
the giant mountain—a million moments
make the measured year—all, all made
up of units, each of equal value. One
would be a loss. So is Heaven made
up ot pure spirits for its inhabitants.
Would we lose a place therein ? No
one can gain it for 11s. Our own good
works, springing from a pure heart,
must be our passport thither.
One need not necessarily go distantly,
to do good to the poor and suffering.
“ The poor ye have always with you ?
Too often is this forgotten,or disregarded
It is not with reference to what acknow
ledged philanthropists may judge ofone’s
labor that he is to act, but whether the
motive and result be acceptable to God.
There is no surer token, to our mind,
of love to God, than a never-failing love
to man. And if this love ie directed to
the poor and oppressed—remembering
those that are in bonds as hound with
them, fullfiliing the commands of ilim
who went about doing good, is it not a
stronger evidence of attainment in the
Christian life. Then, judging from me
tier merely, was not the hero, world-re
nowned, who ascended to Heaven so
recently from the scaffold, the chief of
Christians and Philanthropists ?
“ And they who fall, but fall as worlds will fall
Tj rise, if just, a spirit o’er them all."
t®' There is unusual sweetness and
beauty in the idea contained in the fol
lowing poem, which will commend itself
to every one who will read it slowly,
more than once, marking every pause :
Winter Lays.
bt s. Hathaway.
'* The Lilly bell* ring under ground.”—Kate Seymour
Long yestermorn, in rousing moed,
’Mid garden bowers I loitered lone,
With faded garlands darkly strewn
By Boreal fingers, fierce and tude ;
The while, with spirit-tongue imbued
Loud sang the Pine’s susorra moan.
And, resting on the mossy mound.
Where Violets’ loring eyes beseech,
Low roicee to my ear upreach,
From leafless shrub and barren ground,
From blooms in frosty prison bound, —
The lorn «ifids shaped them into speech
I beard the Lily’s lowly plaint.
" Oh ! rayless gloom* my bosom throng !"
The Asphodel, in saddened song,
“Alas f this .Mrkness and constraint ”
The Tulip answered, <-’hill and faint,
“ Ah. me ’ the w intry h'urs are long."
Bespoke the Jasmin, lying prone,
“ How mournful breaks the morning gray."
The Ivy softly seemed to say,
" I vain my dreary lot bemoan.”
The Lilac, in more sprightly tone,
"1 dream my darling dream of May."
Deep in the bud the Roses sighed,
"Oh ! that the year were always June."
"These storms were ordered all too soon,”
Came from the Dahlia’s flaunting prid •.
The patient Yucca, close beside,
I wait the radiant harvest-moon.”
And is this yearning prophecy—
Each quickened spirit longing, rain 1
Oh ! many a heart, in doubt and pain,
SenJs up, alas, the plaint and erv,
Of waiting lores, that may not die ;
will the Summer come again 1"
Little Prairie Horde, Mich.
He whose soul does not sing, need
not try to do it with his throat. °
We must believe God fully, or we
shall profit little by a beliefof him in
Those are ever the most ready to do
justice to others who feel that the world
has done justice to them.
A man cannot possess anything that
is better than a good woman, nor any-
Lhing that is worse than a bad one.
No man is so truly great, whatever
other titles to eminenco he may have, as
when, after taking an erroneous step,
he resolves to “ tread that step back
A late German writersays that Goth
ic Architecture is petrified religion.
When is man, like friendship, most
severely tried ? When he stands a loan.
When is a person’s mouth like a
public park ? When it contains seve
ral (achers.)
To what branch of grammar do ex
cise duties on intoxicating liquors be
long ? To Syntax.
Why is a New York omnibus like the
heart of a flirt ? Because there is al
wrys room for one more to be taken
A reward of one thousand dollars is
offered by a philosopher out west, for
the discoverv of one single man who
never asked for a “ little good advice,”
aud then followed it.
An Irish gentleman having a small
picture-room, several persons desired to
see it at the same time. “ Faith, gen
tlemen,” said he, “if you all go in, it
will not hold you.”
The Dutchman who refused to take a
one dollar bill because it might be alter
ed from a ten, prefers stage traveling
to railroads. The former, he says,
rides him eight hours for a dollar, while
the latter only rides him one. Dee
beeples can’t cheat him.
Sewing machines have been intro
duced into some of female seminaries at
the East, and instruction is given
Printing Establishment,
Second Story,
We hare a large **#ortn>eu of r.ew ar.d Type,
Bonier, Cute, Etc., * hirh enable* ua to tc: n out son.*
of the beet job werk in the State, and at low price*.
Bill Heads, Posters, Bi.am.as,
Caros, Bills, Circclars,
Istitatioes, Labels, Etc.
_A*d every other description of printing e*ee p
Bbofcvvoik, done neatly and promptly at thij office.
BlakX* of every dcaci ipiiou pi iniei to order.
Heart is Power. —A man’s force in
the world, other things being equal, is
just in the ratio of the force and strength
of hi* heart. A full-breasted man is al
ways a powerful man ; if he be errone
ous, then he is powerful for error ;
if the thing is in his heart, he is sure to
make it notorious, even though it may
be a downright falsehood. Let a man
be ever so ignorant, still if his heart ba
full of bve to the cause, he becomes a
powerful man for that object, because
he has heart-power, heart-force. A
man may be deficient in many of the ad
v?nt.af»eß education in many of those
niscities which are so much looked upon
in society ; but once give him a strong
heart, that beats hard, and there is no
mistake about his power. Let hint have
a heart that is right full np to the brim
with an object, and that man will do
the thing, or else he will die gloriously
defeated, and will glory in his defeat.
Heart is Power Spurgco t.—
It was Goethe that said this beautiful
thing :—“ The longer I live, the rnoro
certain I am that the great difference
between men, the great and insignifi
cant, is energy—invinciblo determina
tion—an honest purpos once fiixcd, und
then victory. That quality will do any
thing that can bedone in the world, ami
no circumstance, no opportunity will
make a twolegged creature a man with
out it.”
posit the money you throw away on se
gars with a coal dealer ; when the year
expires, you will find money enough to
your credit to keep you in gratuitous
fire-wood for the next twelve months.
So says the Albany Dutchman.
That was a considerate Scotchman
who, when two Englishmen visited the
fielu r>f Bannockburn, when Edward 11.
was defeated, refused to take compen
sation for showing them the lions of the
place, at tiie same time saying, “Na,
na, keep your crown piece, the English
had paid her enough already for see
ing the field o’ Bannockburn.”
Experience —There is n pretty
German story ofa blind man, who, even
under a misfortune, was happy—happy
in a wife lie passionately lov- d : her
voice was sweet and low, and he gave
her credit for that beauty which (had
he been a painter) was the object of his
idolatry. A physician came, and cur
ing the disease, restored the husband to
sight, which he chifly valued os it would
enable him to gaze on the lovely fea
tures of his wife. He looks, and sees
a face hideous in ugliness !—He is re
stored to sight, but his happiness is
over Is not this our history ? Our
cruel physician is Experience.
The mind be overburdened ; like the
body, it is strengthened more by the
warmth of exercise that of clothes.
Uneasy and ambitious gentility is
always spurious gentility Tho garment
which one has long worn, never sits
He that blows tho coals in quarrels
he has nothing to do with, has no right
to complain if a spark fly in his face.
If you wish for care,, perplexity, and
misery, be selfish in all things : this is
the short road to trouble.
The forms and ceremonies of polite
ness may be dispensed with in a meas
ure, in the relaxations and intimacies of
one’s own fire-side, but Kind Atten
tions never.
The heaviest fetter that ever weighed
down the limbs of a captive, is as the
web of the gossamer, compared with the
pledge of the man of honor. The wall
of stone and the bar of iron may be bro
ken, bnt his plighted word never.
Chilbhood is like a mirror, catching
and reflecting images all around it.
Remember that an impious, profane, or
vulgar thought, may operate upon a
young heart like a careless spray of
water thrown upon polished steel, stain
ing it with rust that no after efforts can
I never knew one who waa in the
habit of scolding, able to govern a
family. What makes people scold ?
The want cf self-government. How
then can they govern others ! Those
who govern well are generally calm.
They are prompt and resolute, but steady
and mild.
“ Perhaps Brother Johathan does
carry his hands in his pockets,” said a
drawling Yankee in dispute with an
Englishman, but all the difference be
tween him and John Bull is that Broth
er Jonathan always has his hands in his
own pockets, while John Bull has his
hands in another man’s.
A Negro’s instructions for putting on
a coat, were ; " Fust de right arm, den
de lef and den give one general con

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