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THE NEW ERA.
LITERARY ; DEPARTMENT,
EDITED BT
MINNIE MARY LEE.
THURSDAY, MAY 24, IS6O
jive me learn to enjoy myself. That place that does
Contain my books, the best companions, is
Tomes glorious Court, where hourly I
Converse with the old Sages and Philosophers.
Fletcher.
Written for the New Era.
Sanup, the Dacotah.
Near a lake o’erdrooped with willows,
Iu our lovely Minnesota,
His dark eye bent upon the water,
Stood a remnant of Dacotah.
Round him nods the water liliies,
Gently awayed by summer breeze —
Now it dances with the warslets,
Now’it frolics mid the trees.
Thence again in whispered dirges,
Whirls the limpid mists of spray
Round his form, while o’er his dark brow.
Gleaming faintly, deep thoughts play.
Near him, stretched in full proportions,
Lies his faithful spaniel true;
Slakes his thirst from out the fountain,
Then turns, his master’s face'to view.
Sings the larks his welcome cadence,
Flits the thrush from spray to spray;
While the bobolink and robins
Joyous music wake the day.
But not the breezes or the liliies,
Not the birds with gladsome lay,
Can joy awaken in his bosom,
For other thoughts his mind doth sway
Back to brighter days they’ve wandered,
When of yore he roamed these woods,
Or stood with giant arms uplifted,
Seeming master of the floods —
When his birch-bark boat was skimming
Ligl t’y o’er the selving wave,
And his proud heart know no sorrow
As his oars the waters lave,
And he listened to their music.
As it echoed from the shore,
Nor dreamed that in the distant future
They should know such sounds no more
Then he hied him through the woodland.
Up the grey cliff lightly sprung,
Reached his wigwam down in safety,
And his trophies near it flung.
Then bowing low his tall proportions,
For he longs no more to room,
Greets the squaw, who many long year
Welcomed Sanup to his home.
There, with busy hand, she wrought him,
From the wild deer’s sable hide,
Clothes to deck his manly figure,
Ornamen.s and tussles wide.
Drsarn not, Shemocoman, that Senup
Knew no joy norjound content,
That her warm kiss, on hia forehead,
To his heart no love thrill sent.
Dream not that feelings, such as kindlo
In tho white mans breast so oft,
Ne’er in Indian hearts find lodgement;
NeVr iheir proud thoughts boar aloft,
■But now, as standing by that lakelet,
O’er his brow, his figure bent,
Sorrow round him threw her mantle,
To liis heart deep sadness sent.
Hark/ what sound disturbs his musing*.
Loud it echoes ou the air,
And the rocks and hills re echoing ,
J3ids jt welcome everywhere.
1.0 / a farm of stately beauty,
Flouting swan-like on the wave,
Greets his site; while tinny ripples
Rush its foam-clad breast to lave
What, O spirit of the red man,
Gan this floating something bo 1
Answer comes but from its whistle,
Shouts to Sanup, “ look and see ! ”
Ah ! poor Indian, why so sadly
View’st thou this monarch form.
Does it to thy heart betoken,
Reinforced, the bursting storm ?
Ou it gl des to yonder village,
Decked with cottages of white,
Works of art thero vie with nature.
All, the white man’s proud delight
But tc our hero they’ve no beauty,
Architectuaal skill no grace,
Nature but to him seems lovely,
And her hand, in all he’d trace.
Sadness o’er his heart is stealing;
Changed are all things, since he last
Gazed upon their virgin beauty;
Now to him that beauty’s past.
See him turn with trembling footsteps,
For his heart can bear no more;
Something pearly from his eyelids
Drops upon the pebbly shore.
Yes, weep / thou red man of the forest,
Deeper wrongs but few have seen,
"Those who should have been thy teachers,
Treacherous to thy race have been.
But we trust the God who gave the
Hues slight verging from our own,
To His fold thy race will gather,
fii I thee welcome to His home.
Lillie.
Fair Havtn t Minnesota,
A man asked another : “Which is
iho heaviest, a quart of gin or a quart
of water ?” “ Gin, most assuredly ; for
I saw a man who weighs two hundred
pounds staggering under a quart of gin,
wheu he would have a earned a gallon
of water with ease. ”
- liamm , m 1 ■!
Edited by W H WOOD and Motto— “ Freedom is the only safeguard of Government, and Order and Moderation are necesarv to Freedom.”— Milton. MINNIE MARY LEE.
YOL. 1- —NO. 20.
Corespondent of the New Era.
Letter from George Copway,
the Indian Chief.
New York City. Big Canoes. Salt
Water. The Mistake Delaware
River. The Cars.—Their War
whoop. The Tombstone-faced
Yankee.
Narrowsburg, N. Y.
April 18, 1860.
“The dead alone, in such a a night, have rest.”
Minnie; —The winds are howling,
and the wheels of the cars are rattling,
and the tick, tick ticking of the tele
graph, which talks by thunder , even
gets so monotonous that “I take my pen
in hand” to write a few, though discon
nected, yet chain-like thoughts of mine,
by the banks of the waters of the Dele
ware River, where once my cousins, the
Delewares lived in all their primitive
glory. lam here at the far east end of
•‘Uncle Samuel’s farm,” that part
which is fenced in. And, I am one
fo the race so much abused, and
about whom you write in your “No.
13.”
You may rightly wonder if I am an
Ojihwa or a Sioux.” And yon may say
I am a Delaware or their cousins.—
Tako either. I will not care, but as long
as I ain connected with the Locomotive,
which sends its “war-whoop” along the
gliding waters of the Delaware, 1 am
content.
I see you have a good time of it in
the land of Maple Sugar. O ! how my
poor lips do feel their buckets of water,
when I think of the “sugar camp,” and
all its routine of sweet gatherings. 1
almost hear the brass kettles simmering,
of congealed tears of spring in the form
of sugar. And, as much as Ido envy
you in your gonnandization of sugar or
maple molasses, you cannot realize my
buckwheat cakes. Yes, Yankee cakes*
—now what say you? You may have
cranberries, but they arc sour—as a
Dutchman’s krout. You may have wild
deer, but they are poor and weak: yes,
when I was a hunter at the head of Otter
Tail River, I saw them so poor that they
had to lean against a tree to feed on the
moss. You may have abundance of
wild chickens, but they cannot crow
at 3 o’clock in the morning. You may
have all the rushing noise of the waters
of Sauk Rapids; but that is compara
tively a 6a6i/-whisper to the great rage
of “the great sea-water.”
Oh ! by the way, let me expose my
ignorance to you (but don’t for your
life reveal it to any one else.) When
I first came to the east to the great city
of New York, I went to the Battery
every day, and, while looking at the
great big canoes of the pale-face which
whitened the hay, my breakfast remind
ed me of ihe ham and eggs I had snug
ly laid away that morning; and the
tide was at itsheigth; the water of the
New York bay was comparatively still
I put my hands just at the edge of the
pier to take a glorious drink, it was
noon, and I was thirsty as a pow
der horn. I took a great mouth-full
and a swallow of the brine ! ! O, Moses !
I spewed out the other mouth full and
jumped up on my feet as quick as
a flash, looked around to see if any
one had seen me; and though no one
saw me, yet I felt as sheep- ish as a
voting man would when he pops the
question to some Miss of ‘sweet sixteen.’
1 was so mortified. I had to run home
and get the pale-facc Medicine Man to
imp-you-lalc the Ingin part of the brain,
which gave me the staggers —not the
“blind staggers,” for that belongs to
other animals besides man, —and now
I ain all over it, and no danger.
You will see there are other people
besides “the Thompsons” who do
make most eqregious mistakes during
life, and this ought to reconcile us to
our own misfortunes.
I said something about the winds;
and, yes, the winds have been blowing
steadily as a clock to-day, It is the
sweet breath of the south. I see the
ripples on the water, and they dance
like faries by moon-light. The birds
are here, they have around us sung
the dying day to rest; and the stars one
by one appear, O ! what a lovely
world ! —the reflection of the stars on
the waters of the Delaware; wild gran
deur of the surrounding country, and
leafy hills all around us.
SAUK RAPIDS, MIN., THURSDAY,, MAY 24, 1860.
I have been talking to a stranger by
lightning, and this will account to you
why I am so flashy and flighty in my
letter. You must excuse inc in thus
writing to you, a perjecl stranger.
The rattling of the car wheels
does disturb one’s nerves as well as
ideas for the moment. It all but upsets
me when the big engin comes pawing
the ground, and and all at once “ how
hou-how ! ” —its war-whoop— echoes
on each side of this beautiful river—
and, bad enough during the day, but
more so in the dark night, when it
comes with its one eye shut and the oth
er open, glaring and clear !—“wheeze,
wheeze,” it sounds, and then stops.—
O ! give me a wiid mustang before I can
ride on such a glistening steed. O !
give me the brother of Nehuchadnez-ir,
who fed on the plains on grass, instead
of this one that eats pine wood, and
hickory without the nuts, and swills
down this river half dry in the summer.
Here is one of them coming—a long
train of cars! Men running, horses
astir, dogs barking, as it sweeps around
that curve of the river, and, like the
buffalo on the plains, raises dust into a
whirlwind. Out jumps a nervous man;
then another whose Dutch eyes aud la
ger beer moon-face —quite the color of
mine, ( which is a standing color ) all
over. Here is quite a stir, for this is a
station where the empty corners in the
inner man is filled; and how amusing it
iv to sec who can eat the most in the
shortest space of time. Ihe tombstone
faced Yankee, sharp and narrow, makes
a great flourish with his knife and fork,
and arises deliberately, chewing as he
jumps back into the cars, and swallow
after the car is ofF again. I thought to
myself: no wonder there are so many
dyspeptic, lop-jawed, Shanghai-looking
men now-a-days. Men are too much
in a hurry. They, in this age of steam
and telegraph, measure their time; and
never have time for recreation and rest.
They have in the end no time for any
thing, and hardly have lime to die.
Now, “one word more,” as the frothy
orator says, about this place. This is
a fine station called Narrowsburg, on
the Erie Railroad. The town is well
situated on the east hank of the river;
the Depot just newly painted, cream
colored; one good hotel, kept by Mr.
Russell, who gives the directions to
New Yorkers where to go to fish for the
speckled trout, as they ure caught here
iu abundance.
There is a widening of ihe river here,
and tho trade is carried on in lumber;
much of it is now <ioing down to market.
There is also a bridge which has but
one arch from side to side at tho nar
rows, being over two hundred fe t in
width; a Union Church, up on an ele
vation, just in the rear of the depot,
where the pale faces go up and worship
the Great Wah-kon.
I will write sometimes for your pa
per, when the “great spirit” moves me.
Never for once enquire about me. So
lung as your good womanly curiosity is
kept in bounds, I will write now and
then.
In the country where you now live I
have hunted the deer
Yours, Respectfully,
G. c.
Written for the New Era
Coquetry-
What is a Coquette ? Is it not one
who engages the affections of the oppo
site sex and not their own ; and once
gained casts them away like chaff
before the wind? Who would want
such a man for a husband, or such a
woman fora wife?
“A male coquette !” I hear some one
saying. Yes, there arc thousands of
them; and they are not mere coquettes,
but are conceited cox-combs. They
imagine there is not a woman in exist
ence they cannot win for a wife; how
ever rich, educates or refined she may
be. Is such a man calculated to make
a woman happy ? By no means. Avoid
him as you would a brand of fire. If he
be ever so prepossessing in appearance,
avoid the male coquette. Never throw
your heart away on such a worthless
bauble because he has a few thousand
dollars in this world’s goods. No mat
ter how rich he is; there is more weakh
in one loving heait than yon can pur
chase with gold. If you do not avoid
such, when they have gained your heart
and your confidence, they will avoid
you, most surely. They are more
pleased to make a conquest than to
marry the best woman living.
If you value your happiness in this
world, never marry a coquette because
he has a few thousand dollars in his
pocket. Better marry a poor man with
a heart, and live a la “ love in a cot
tage.” Nora Gret.
Sauk Rapids, May 10. ’6O.
&clct c c to
THE UNLUCKY PRESENT.
A TALE.
A Lanarkshire minister, who died
within the present century, was one of
those unhappy persons, who, to use the
words of a well-known Scottish adage,
‘can never see green cheese but their
een n el*.’ He wis txter mhj covitnis ,
and that not only of nice articles of food,
hut of many oth r things which do not
generally excite the cupidity of the hu
man heart. fhe following story is in
corroboration of this assertion. Being
on a visit one day at the house of one
°f his parishioners, a poor lonely
widow, living in a tnooiland part of the
P ilr Lh, he became fascinated by the
charms of a little cast-iron pot, which
happened at ihe time to be laying on the
hearth, full of potatoes for the poor wo
man’s dinner, and that of her children.
He had never in his life seen such n
nice little pot —it was a perfect conceit
of a thing—it was a gem—no pot on
earth could match—it in symmetry —it
was an object altogether perfectly love
*y-
“ Dear sake ! minister,” said the
widow, quite overpowered by the rever
end man’s commendations of her pot,
“ il ye like the pot seae wee! as a” that
I beg ye’ll let me sen 1 it to the manse.
It’s a kink o’ orra [supeflunus] pot
wi’u*; for we’ve n bigger atfe, that we
use for ordinar, and that’s inuir conven
ient every way for us. Sae ye’ll just
take a present o’4 I’ll send it o’er
the morn wi, Jamie, when he gangs to
the schule.”
“ Oil !” said the minister, “ l can by
no means permit you to he at so much
trouble. Since you are so good as to
give me the pot, I'll just carry it home
with me in my hand. I’m so much ta
ken with it, indeed, that I would really
prefer carrying it myself”
After much altercation between the
minister and the widow on this delicate
point of politeness, it was agreed that
lie should carry home the pot himself.
OtF, then, he truged, hearing this cur
ious little culinary article, alternately
in his hand and under his arm, as seem
ed most convenient to him. Unfortuna
tely, the day was warm, the way long,
and the minister, laf, so that he became
heartily tired of his burden before he
got half-way home. Under these dis
tressing circumstances, it struck him
that, if instead of carrying the pot awk
wardly at one side of his person, he
were to carry it on his head, the bur
den would be greatly lightened ; the
principals of natural philosophy, which
he dad learned at college, informing
him that when a load presses directly
and immediatly upon any object, it is
far less onerous than when it hangs at
the remote and of a leverr According
ly, doffing his hat which he resolved to
carry home in his hand, and having ap
plied his handkerchief to his br w, lie
clspped the pot inverted fashion upon
his head, where as the reader may sup
pose, it figured much like Mambrino’s
lielment upon the crazed capital of Don
Quixote, only a great deal more magni
ficent in shape and dimensions There
was at first much relief and much com
fort in this new made of carrying the
pot ; but make the result. The unfor
tunate minister having taken a bypath
to escape observation, found himself,
when still a good way from home, un
der the necessity of leaping over a ditch
which intercepted him in passing from
one field to another. He jumped ; but
surely'no jump was ever taken so com
pletely »’*, or at least into, tho dark as
this. The concussion given to his per
sons in c’escending, caused the helment
to become a hood ; the pot slipped
down over his face, and resting with
the rim upon his neck, stuck fast there,
enclosing his whole head completely.
What was worst of all, the nose, which
had permitted the pot to slip down over
it, withstood every desperate attempt,
on the wart of its proprietor, to make
it slip back again ; the contracted part,
or neck, of the patera, being of such a
peculiar formation as to cling fast to
the base of the nose, although it had
found no difficulty in gliding along its
hypotenuse. Was ever minister in a
worse plight ? Was there ever com-
Iretemps so unlucky ? Did ever any
man—-did ever any mlniater, so sffocttt-
ONE DOLLAR A YEAR.
ally hoodwink himself, or so thoroughly
shut his eyes to the plain light ol na
ture ? What was to be done ? The
place was lonely ; the way ditiicult and
dangerous ; human relief was remote,
almost beyond reach It was impossi
ble even to civ for help ; or if a cry
could be uttered, it might reach in dea
feniug reverberation the ear of the ut
terer, but it would not travel inches
further in any direction. To add to the
bistress of the case, the unhnppy suffer
er soon found great difficulty in breath
ing. What with the heat occasioned
by the beating of the sun on the metal,
and what with the frequent return of the
same heated air to his lungs, he was in
the utmost danger of sulf c ition
Everything considered, it seemed likely
that, it'he did not chance to he relieved
by some accidental wayfarer, there
would soon be death in th' p>t.
Tiie instinctive love of life, however,
is omniprevalent ; and even very stup
pid people have been touud, when put
to the push by strong and imminent per
il, to exhibit a degree of presence of
mind and exert a degree of energy, fat
above what might have hern expected
from them, or what they were ever
known to exhibit or extraordinary
cireum-tances. So it was with the p>l
ensconced tnmi-ler. Pressed by the
urgency of his distresses, lie fortuna
tely recollected that there was a smith’s
shup at the distance of ab ut a mile
across the fields, where, if he could
reacli it before the period of suffocation
he migiit possibly find relief Deprived
of his eyesight he acted only as a man
of feeling, and went on as t o itiou<ly a
he could, with his bat in his hand
flair crawling, half sliding over ridgs
and furrow, ditch and hedge, somewhat
like Satan floundei ing over chaos, the
unhappy mini.-ter traveled a- tu a!y
as he could guess, in the direction
of the p'ace o'* refuge. I h ave
it to the reader to conceive the surprise,
the mirth, the infinite amusement of the
smith and all the hanger?- >n of the sm!d
dy, when at I* right, torn and worn, faint
and exhausted, blind and breathless,
toe unfortunate man arrived at th<*
place, and let them know, rather by
signs than by words, the circumstances
of liis case. !n the words of an old
Scottish song :
“ Out cam the gudeunn, unit high lie shouted,
Out cam the guide wife and low sho louied.
And a’ the town neighbours w-pre gathered about it
And -.hire w-a« lie. I trow.”
The merrii nt of the campany, how
ever, soon gave way to considerations
of humanity Ludicrous as was th<-
minister, with suck an object where his
head should have been, and with the feet
of the pot pointing upwards, like the
horns of the Great Enemy, it was nev
ertheless, necessary that he should he
speedily restored to his ordin try condi
tion, it it were for no other rcuson than
that he might continue to live. lie was
accordingly, at his own request, led into
the smithy, multitudes flocking around
to tender him their kindest offices, or
to witness the process of release ; and
having laid down his head upon the an
vil, tne smith lost no time in seizing and
jioising his goodly forehammer.
“ Will I come sair on minister ?” ex
claimed the considerate man of iron, in
at the brink of the pot.
“ Assair as ye like,” was the minis
ter’s answer ; ‘‘ better a chap i’ the
chaffs than die for want of breath.”
Thus pennittted, the man let fall a
blow, which fortunately broke the pot in
pieces, without hurting the head which
it enclosed, as the coukmaid breaks the
shell of the lobster, without brusing the
food within. A few minutes of the clear
air, and a glass from the gudewife’s
bottle, restored the unfortunate man of
prayer; hut, assuredly, the incident is
one which will long live in the memory
of the parishioners of C .
Diving for a Wife
In many ol the Greek island-;, the div
ing for sponge forms a considerable part
of the occupation of the inhabitants, as
it has done from the most remote antiq
uity. Hasaclquist says:—“ Hitnia is a
little, and almost unknown island direc
tly opposite Rnodes. It is worth notice,
on account of the singular method the
Greeks, inhabitants of the inland, have
to get their living. In the bottom of
the sea the common sponge is .found in
abundance and, more than in any other
place, in the Mediterranean. The in
habitants make it a trade to fisb up this
sponge, by which they get a living far
from contemptible, as their goods are
always wanted by the Turks, who use
an inereadible number of sponges at
their bathings and washings. A gul in
this island is not permitted by her re la
tians to marry before she has brought
up a certain quantity of sponges, and
before she can give proof of her agility
by taking them form a certatn depth.”
In other islands the same custom pre
vails, but with reversed application, as
in Nicarus, where the father of a mar
aiageable daughter bestows her on the
best diver among her suitors: “He
that can stay longest in the water, and
gather the most sponges, marries the
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Rul Him, Posters, Bi asks,
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BEAUTIFUL HANDS.
Readers, when you see a pair of
small, white, soft and exquisitely shap
ed hands vv ith fingers that taper down
delicately, and a roseate blush on the
finger-mails, do not go inti ecstacies
ut til you ask yourself these questions :
“ Are they charitable hands ? Have
they ever fed the pjor ? Have they
ever carried the necessiti *s of life to
the widow and the orphan ? Has their
soft touch ever soothed the irritation of
sickness, and calmed the agonies of
pain ? Do the poor bless those rosy
lipped fingers as their wants aro suppli
by them ?
"Arc they ttsful hands? Have
they been tail :' t that the worldfis not
a play-ground, or a theater of display,
>i a more lounging place ? Di those
del’cate hands ever labour ? Are they
ever employed about the domestic dut’es
of life —the homely, ordinary employ
ments of the household ? Or does tha
owner leave a I that to her mother,
wlii’e she nourishes her delic-Ve hand*
in idleness ?
“ Are they modest hands ? Will they
perform their charities or their duties
without vanity ? Or do they pander
t i tlie pride of their owner by th.-ir del
delicacv and beauty ? Dors she think
more of their display than ot the im
provement ot her intellect and charac
ter ? Had she ta'hor he called ‘the
girl with the beautiful hands, than to
receive any other praise for excellency
of conduct or chaiuctcr ?
“ Are they humble hands ? \S ill
their owner extend them Jo grusp the
hard hand of that old schoolfellow who
set Etihe same de.-k with her, and on
the same recitation bench, hot who now
must earn her living by her labor ? Or
will they remain concealed in their ex
clu iveness, in her aristocratic muff, as
she sweps by her former companion ?
“ Are they rilizons hat.ds ? Are they
ever clasped in prayer or elevated in
praise ? Dose she remember the God
who has made Iter to differ from so
many of her sex, and rii vote her mind,
her heait, and hands, to His service?
Dose she trv to imitate her Savior by
going about doing good ? Or are her
hands too delicate, too beautiful, to be
employed in such good works ?
“ These aro the qualities, in our esti
mation, that makes the hands beautiful
There is an amaranthine loveliness in
such hands, far superior to tho taper
ing slendenioss of the fingers or the
roseate hue of her nails.
UNBRIDLED TONGUES
Our sex are too apt to speak first and
think nfterwarks ; or, in other words,
many of us often say things hastily and
repent after the mischief is done. In
deed, we have frequently met with wo
men who seem to take particular pleas
ure in what they call “speaking their
minds.” And in nine cases out often,
such persons have “no minds, at all.
They are habitually governed by head
strong, if not absolutely headlong, im
pulses, whether from feelings of friend
ship, or animosity, and when nt the
height of excitement, they must give in
stant vent to their feelings, Many u
heart has been wrongfully pierced by
this ‘speaking one’s mind,’ and many a
rash speaking woman has damaged her
own reputation at the same time. Steelo
sa\s, “ person? of this make will say a
rude thing, for the mere pleasure of
saving it when an opposite behavor, full
of inocence m glit have preserved their
friend, or made their fortune.” Invet
erate lathers should read this article ov
er again.
° What’s that u picture on ?” said a
countryman, in our hearing, the other
day, in u printstoie, to the proprietor,
who wns turning over some engravings.
'‘That, sir,” said the dealer, “is Joshua
commanding the sun to stand still.”
“ Dul tell ! Wall, which is Josh and
which is his son ?”
There is a fellow who is such an in
veterate miser, nnd so averse to any
avoidable expenditure, that ho absolu
tely refused the invitation of a friend to
spend the Christmas with him ; adding,
that he would prefen ” keeping” it et
home.
A girl pitting in a fellow’s lap with
her arms around his neck, and looking
at the fireworks, on the evening of the
fourth of July, asked him if sho was not
heavy. He replied : “My yoko is
easy." and my durden is light.”
A few years ago, the ladies wore a
kind of hood called " kiss-rae-if-you*
dare.” The present style of bonnet
might be called, whth equal propriety,
“ kiss-me-if-ynu-want-to.”
" Dawkter,” said an exquisite, the
other day, “ I want you to tell me what
1 can put into my head to make it right,
“It wants nothing but brains,' said the
physician.
Curiosities— a key tliat has been ex
tensively employ.*** in unlocking myster
iee ; oue of the old shoe* worn by thw
d<tnrWep«r <rf*ha Tbmple ot Fam*:

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