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Give me leave to enjoy myself. That place that does
Contain iny books, the best companion*, is
To me a glorious Court, where hourly I
Converse With the old Sages and Philosophers'
Life in the Woods.
tNo. 19.
The experience detailed in the last
chapter was our initiation into the order
of “Brave and Fearless.” Thencefor
ward our Imagination was put under
strong rein, and Judgment and Reason
made to do double duty. We nevej
again feared the innocent, faithful
clock, nor ghosts, nor Indians. And
then, we learned for the first time how
strong is the power of the Will over the
We Spent many nights alone after
Yhat. On one occasion, while Fred was
tit St, Paul, there suddenly came up, in
the evening a thunder-shower. Re
adying to pass through it bravely, we
retired to rest, and by counting hund
reds after hundreds, had fallen asleep.
A knock on tho dooraroused us.—
To the question, “Who isit?” a voice
replied, “Mrs. S. sent for you to go
down and stay with us, if you are afraid.”
“Oh no,” we returned “not afraid at
all—thank you”—and the steps retreut
ing, we again mentally declarec that
thunder and lightning should not ter
rify us, and fell] to wooing slumber
again by a continued repetition ol the
numerals. And so passed oblivious
ly the night that, but for a strong ex
ercise of will, might have been a “night
of terrors.” In the morning we were
cheated out of breakfast, and here is
the why and the wherefore. Every
thing edible was in tho cellar, the de
scent to which was by a trap-door, that
opened trom the kitchen. The rain had ]
descended in torrents through the leaky
roof, and so swollen the door that no
feat of personal strength could move it t
an atom. How long we worked and ,
tugged at that door deponent saith not, j
but the sun was very high in the lieav- r
ens when we arose from r hearty cry ,
over that obstinate cellar-door, and de- v
terrnined to go down to Mr. S.’s for| r
a breakfast. We can truly aver, that c
bread and butter and coffee never in our £
life-time possessed for us such relish, c
as that which was spread before us on (
that memorable occasion. “Why will |
vou stay alone there,” said Mrs. S. ]
“Don’t you know that you arc perfectly (
welcome here?” Yes, we knew it, and |
did stay very often with the kind friend ,
who never wearied in kindness and hos
pitality. More than once we spent a j
few days with Mrs. 8., who lived a half ,
mile away. She was a young French |
woman of eighteen, just married, and
could speak but few words of English.
She was very amiable and kind.—Lives
now on the opposie side of the Missis
sippi. Called on her three days ago.
A little group of black-eyed boys and
girls, five in number, perfect pictures of
health and activity, cluster around, call
ing her "ma chere mere. ” And she is
just the same cheerful, girl-looking
matron as before these added years and
cai es.
As we have before eaid,Spring opened
early, and Fred sat about clearing up a
space for a garden. We felt so much
interest that we could not keep in the
house—nor withhold a helping hand.—
So we gathered together the brush in a
heap, and with peculiar satisfaction,
watched it burn into ashes. Then,
when all was ready, Mr. R.’s breaking
up team was bespoken, and the plow,
by eight oxen, cut the ground into fur
rows. We cannot understand how this
particular region of Minnesota would
ever have had a beginning had it not
been for the conveniences and aids af
forded by this oft-mentioned Agency
establishment. Did any desire tempo
rary food and lodging, they found them
jthere. Did any want teams for haul
ing, ploughing, berrying or what not
they found them there, and only there,
and always at their service. There
never was a more obliging person, in
this respect, than Mr. R., proprietor of
the House and all that thereunto per
tained. Every thing that could accom
modate new settlers—and render them
contented and pleased with their new
homes, was done by him cheerfully,
even self-denyingly.
We were wont to go with Fred, fol
lowing the Indian trail, down on the
bank of the river, near Benton City,
and Jnring up cedars, witfi young trees
Edited by W. H. WOOD and Motto—' “ Freedom is the only safeguard of Government, and Order and Moderation are n*e*sary to Freedom.”— MStim. MINNIE MART LEE
YOL. 1 —HO. 27.
of birch and ash. This largest cedar,
that grows in front of our south piazza
is one that Fred brought up on his
shoulder from more than a mile’s dis
tance. The smaller ones that Minnie
dragged along with lesser strength, lived
but a year or two, and not one is ieft to
“tell the tale,”
Strawberries grew then as now, lux
uriantly, and ripened the second week
in June. We distinctly recollect the
precise time, as that was Court week—
every day of which we spent in gather
ing ihe delicious fruit; while bred was
“makfag things straight” at the diminu-
tive Court House. For the Inuians
who give names personally or profes
sionally characteristic, had given to
Fred some cognomen as a lawyer,
which signifies “lie who makes things
straight.” When strawberries caused
to attract us. foiests of raspberries and
gooseberries lured us, in companies of
a dozen or so, across the river, where
each one’s pail became filled in a mar
vellously shert time.
" The Fourth of July for that year was
celebrated at Belle Prairie, north from
this place about forty miles. Fred was
invited to deliver a Temperance ora
tion; which courtesy he was obliged to
decline, his legal busi ess taking him
in another direction But we went with
the rest of Sank Rapids people—and
enjoyed a delightful day. Rev. Ayer
and Lady who had then, and still have,
a very exc llent school, entertained us
hospitably. The tables were laid in a
fine grove, and bountifully garnished
with every variety of food and flowers.
Whortleberries, which grew around
there abundantly, (so many of the kind
we had long ago, used to gather in New
England,) possessed for us a peculiar
relish. The lemon-ade was generously
made in a barrel The “Declaration”
was of course read, good speeches
made by Rev. Ayer and other*, and ex
cellent music by the teachers and schol
ars of the school. A large and happy
crowd was gathered on that bright day.
Officers and others were present from
Fort Ripley. Crow wing, Swan River,
Platt River, Little Falls, &.c., sent out
their representatives to this first ‘'Cele
bration of the Fourth” that ever took
place in Northern Minnesota.
As our readers are just now patriot
ically inclined, we will give them in our
next, a brief sketch of 1853 celebra
tion at Watab.
The Fourth.
“The day we celebrate” was “glori
ous,” so far as a bright sun and gentle
breezes could make it. Our towns
people gathered around the old liberty
pole upon the tallest bluff overlooking
the Mississippi,and enjoyed an old-fash
ioned picnic. Besides everything good
to eat and drink, we had good speeches
and famous toasts.
Mr. Wood having been called to the
Chair, the “Declaration” was read by
Mr. Sweet, with a distinct tone, and
agreeable manner
Col. Hays spoke in his usually happy
and pleasant style. Judge Hamlin,
who was the orator of the day, gave us
a very beautiful and touch.ng sketch of
the Polish hero, Tiiaddeus Kosciusko.
The musical voice,the eainest manner of
this gentleman, together with his appa
rent heartfulness in his subject, lends a
force, a grace, and a fascination to
whatever flows from his lips. We invite
him in behalf of the ladies of Sauk Rap
ids, to deliver his lecture, “New and
Old,” on some future occasion, when
the evenings shall have lengthened
somewhat. We have all heard sounded
from a distance, praises of this happy ef
fort of.fiis pen, and we are anticipating
an intellectual treat.
Early Vegetables — Mr. Morrison
has just about the finest farm on Sauk
River. The view from his house of his
great fields of rye, wheat and corn is a
joy-giving sight. They are of luxuriant
growth, and promise a bountiful harvest.
As we passed his house ,the other day,
he gave us a basket filled with peas, po
tatoes and beets. They furnished more
than one excellent dinner. He inform
ed us he had green peas upon his table
since the 12th of June. His early peas
had ripened and the vines were quite
dead, ‘ v
What the Young Man Learned
at the School of the Philosopher
A young man, after having been for
some time at the school of the philoso
pher Zer.o, returned to the paternal
“And what hast thou learned of tha
philosopher,” said the father.
“You will soon know,” replied the
young man, and was silent.
The father, indignant at his silence,
and taking it for a tacit confession of
the little good which he had received
from philosophy, said sternly :
“Wretched boy. Hast thou then
lost thy time, and have I expended so
much in vain for thy education?” At
the same time he began to beat him vi
The son bore with resignation a treat
ment so cruel, and when the anger of
his father was calmed, said to him gent-
“Behold what I have learned at the
school of Zeno. I have learned to
suffer patiently the anger of my falh-
1 Written for the New Era.
Reminiscences of Missionary
Life in the Northwest.
No. 8.
The Ojibvvus used for clothing, coarse
woolen and cotton cloths of English
manufacture These they procured of
their traders in exchange for furs. They
were very scantily and coarsely clad.—
It took but a small amount of goods to
compose a suit The staple articles
for the trade were coarse blue, red and
green broad cloths, coarse prints and
Indian blankets. Tho common and al
most universal dress of the men was a
y .
calico shut, a pair of leggins of woolen
cloth reaching from a little above the
knee to the ankle, and the indispensible
Indian blanket. A few of’ the richer
ones, in cold weather, were able to
wear over the shirt a kind of coat rude
ly constructed of sleazy woolen cloth,
without facing or lining. This was al
ways considered an extra, and gave
some additional dignity and importance
to the person who was able to indulge
in so great a luxury.
The dress of the women was a skirt
of blue broadcloth, gathered and fast
ened about the waist, and extending a
little below the knee, the leggins, the
jacket or basque,a garment with sleeves,
and fitted close about the upper part
of the person, and extending to the hips.
Tins garment was usually made of cot
ton goods, sometimes of flannel or sat
inet. The neck and breast were al
ways covered. It was a rare thing to
see a female indecently expose her per
son. The Indians always dressed their
feet in winter, with the buckskin moc
casin. In summer they are usually
seen baref >ot
It is easy to see that this scanty
amount of clothing is insufficient to pro
tect them properly in so cold a climate
as theirs, especially when so poorly
sheltered in their rude and uncom
fortable lodges. I have often wonder
ed how they could possibly keep from
freezing during some of the severe cold
weather they have to encounter every
winter. They usually make their win
ter camps in some sheltered spot near
wood, and bank arouud the base of their
wigwam with snow, and take care to
provide themselves with dry wood. In
this way they contrive to keep their
habitations more comfortable than one
who has never tried their way of living,
would suppose they could be. They
are moreover so accustomed to living in
the open air, and exposed to all kinds
of weather and hardships, that they can
endure almost as much as the cattle of
the field. Yet they do suffer immense
ly from this source.
They seldom have more than one suit
of clothes at a time, or care for more,
while that lasts. They have very little
occasion for a change, for they seldom
cleanse their garments. When a gar
ment is obtained, it is put on and worn
till it is worn out. Washing and doing
up clothes forms a very small part of the
duties of house-keeper among the Indi
ana. Hence, not only their persons
are neglected, their hair matted and
filled with vdrinin, but their clothes be
come so filthy as to rcudar it unpleas
ant to come in contact with them, and
especially so to be shut up w ith them in
a Hose room, when the odor arising
trom their filthy garments and persons
becomes almost intolerable. One of the
great trials of the missionary among
them is to admit them in this condition
freely to his house, and to have them
sit for hours perhaps where his family
must be, and where they must attend to
their domestic duties. To the fema'e
run yonary of refined sensibilities, it is
a trial of f.iith and love to come into so
close contact with them as she must to
become familiar with them ; and yet
without it she can do them little good.
Tliiity years ago the Ojibwa 3 subsist
ed principally upen the native products
of their own country. Their traders
very seldom brought any* provisions into
their country to he used in the trade.—
They depended very little on agricul
ture for subsistence. They had no do
mestic animals, no agricultural imple
ments, and no fixed habitation. Some
families cultivated small patches of corn
and potatoes, here and there, where
they might find a small piece of ground
devoid of timber. Their only imple
ments of husbandry were the axe and
the hoe. With these, in some instan
ces, they made slight efforts to make
gardens, but generally with very indif
ferent success They generally chose
some poor and sandy spot of ground,
becuuse it did not require so much la
bor to cultivate it. They planted their
gardens with very little skill and judg
ment, generally using so much seed as
to prevent a crop from maturing if theic
was nothing else to prevent. The
ground was never properly prepared,
and could not be with such means ns
they had at command
Their principal dependence was the
game, fish and wild rice which their
coffhtry ’afTbidedT Toe country TRey
inhabit abounds in lakes and streams
Everywhere in these is found fish of
various kinds, several of which are cel
ebrated for their excellence. Lake Su
perior particularly is noted for its white
fish and trout. Leach Lake and several
others of the larger of the interior lakes,
afford the finest specimens ol the white
fish and other kinds. Some portions
of their country abound with the red
deer. The moose or elk is also occa
sionally taken. The black bear, as
well as various other smaller animals,
are hunted for their meat and fur. At
some seasons of the year, ducks and
pigeons are found plentifully, and con
stitute an important article of food with
the Indians.
The wild rice also grows extensively
in the muddy lakes and shallow streams
which abound in the Northwestern por
tions of tneir country. This gro*vs in
the water, and forms its heads above it.
It matures about the month of August
The Indians harvest it by going about
among it in canoes, bending the heads
over the sides of the canoe, and beating
off the grain with a stick. The grain
falls upon a blanket spread in the bot
tom of the canoe, and is thus preserved.
It is afterwards dried over a fire; the
hull is taken off by beating or treading
with the feet, and the chaff winnowed
out. What is not wanted for present
use, is put into bags and stowed away
in some secret place, commonly in a
hole dug in the ground in some dry
place. It is a nutricious kind of food,
and hardly less pallatable than the white
rice, though it resembles it very little.
They employ various methods for
taking fish. The most common, how
ever, is the gilling net and the spear.—
In deep water the net is principally used
They sometimes use the hook and bait
for catching the trout, and in the win
ter time take many with the spear. In
the winter they fish by cutting a hole
through the ice and watching the fish in
jhe water below.
The Waushare, Wis. Jlrgua says:
“ Last week we chronicled the de
cease of a Mrs. Case, of this village,
“aged sixteen years, six months and
ten days.” Mrs C. so early called
from life to death, was married about
three years ago, and has left three little
children to mourn a mother’s loss—a
sad commentary on the error of such
early marriages. Let parents beware,
and feirls take Warning.
&cle t i c U
the Withered daisies.
‘‘Became the loved them.’
Vc>u ask me why I love them so,
little simple flowers,
Th.it over every pasture blow.
In Aprii’s sunny showers;
And why a daisy wreath I twine,
instead of dewy roses,
To ban? about tbe holy shriue
Where our lost child reposes.
Twm in the .Spring-timethat *he came,
-tfnd at! ihe forest mazes , .
Were Wight with flovers without a name,
The Gelds were white with dai.-ie*.
You know how beautiful she gre'.v;
How fiir and sweet and holy,
But tho violet, we: with morning dw,
Is not mr re para and lowly.
She flitted like a sunbeam bright
Around our cottage d<>or;
Her footsteps, n« a fitity’s light,
.Made music on the floor.
On every flower of wood or glade,
She lavished childish praises:
She loved all things the Lord has made,
But most she loved the da ivies.
How many thoughts beyond her years,
That then were all unheeded,
We think of now, with blinding tears—
Sweet teaching* that we needed.
Three happy years we led her feet
Along life’s stormy mazes;
The fourth, we laid her down toi'eep
Beneath the April duisi-s.
’Tin well, and we are reconciled,
For He who guTe tho blossom,
Who lent to us our angel child.
Recalled her to His t>osoni.
And waiting till he calis for me,
To sing with her His praise*,
I’M keep her blessed memory
Embalmed in April daisies.
pleasant varieties
“What did Kossuth mean when he
said Bayonets think?” The meaning is
obvious. Every polished bayonet is
capable of reflection.
Relationships »re rather far fetch* - J
sometimes both in Ireland and Sc aland
“Do you know Tom Duffy, Pat?”
“Know him, is it,” says Put; “sure,
he’s a near relation of mi*»e; he once
wanted to marry my sister Kate.”
Reynolds, the dramatist, observing
to Martin the thinness of his house at
one of his plays, added, he supposed it
was owing to the war.
“No,” replied Mortin. “I should
judge it is owing to the piece - ”
“Bob, what is your name?”
“Robert, sir.”
“ Yes, hut 1 mean your other name.’
“Bob, sir.”
A farce was product*'! in Bannister’s
time, »inder the title of Fire and Water
“I predict its fate,” said ho. ‘‘What
fate?” whispered the anxious author at
iiis side. ‘‘What fate!” said Bannister;
“why, what can lire and water produce
but a hiss?”
A miserly old farmer who had lost
one of his best hands in the inidst of hay
making, remarked to the sexton, as lie
was filling up the poor fellow’s grave:
It’s a sad tiling to lose a good mower,
at a time like this—but, after all, poor
Torn w’as a dreadful great eater:
Colorden, when'on his deatl-bed, was
visited by his friend Bortbe, who re
quested bis opinion of bis comedy of
the Selfish Man, which be came to read
at bis bedside. “You may ndu an ex
cellent trait to the character of your
principal personage,” replied Colorden:
say that he obliged an old friend, on
the eve of death, to hear him read a
five act comedy,”
Lrgrand.who was both an actor arid
an author, but a man of a short and ,
disagreeable figure, after playing some
tragic part in which he had been i!l-re
ceivee, come forward to address the
house, and concluded his speech thus:
“And in short, gentleman and ladies,
you must see that it is easier for you to
accustom yourselves to my figure than
forme to change it.”
When the regulations of West Boston
bridge were drawn up, two famous at
tornies we e chosen for that purpose.
One section was written, accepted, and
now stands thus:—“And the said pro
prietors shall meet annually, on the first
Tuesday of June, provided tho same
does not fall on Sunday.”
A tall Hibernian entered the office of
a music teacher, and inquired—
“ What is the price of a saison at
“I charge £5 for the first quarter,£4
for the second, and £3 for the tird, was
the reply.”
“Then sir,” replied Pat, “I’U l earn «
plase put me down for the third quarter
as a commincement.” .
Lord North, during a severe sicknes,
said to his physician. —“Sir, I am ob
liged to you for introducing me to some
old acquaintances.” .. . .
“Who are they, my lord;? ’ inquired
the doctor.
Printing Esta b 1 i s hment,
Second Story,
We bare a forge assortment of new and Type
Border, Cuts. Etc., v bich enables us to turn out some
of :h« best job work in tbe State, and at low prices.
Tmt.l Heaps, Postirs, Bl«svs,
Hilts, Circulars,
Isvitatioss, Lablls, Etc.
ti -*•*’! every ether description of printing ex cep
V"ofcui«rl;, done svutly ard prefitplTy at this oliicc.
/•US tss of cvmj description printer, to order.
“My ribs,” repli d his lordship,
'which I have not felt for many years,
until now.”
New Discoveries.— A pair of spec
tacles to suit the eyes of potatoes
The club with which an idea struck
the poet.
A stick to measure nation - asenpes.
'a So hook and /iae with which an tn
gb-r t av.glit a cold.
Bn umbrella used in the reign of ty
A knot from the board u man paid
twenty shillings a work for.
A glass of lemonade made of a sour
temper and the Sweets of matrimony.
Ctcbillon, the celebrated tragic poet,
\vg»s tqapv npey, of solitude, that he
might there indulge, without interrupt
i >n, in those fine romances with which
Ins imagination teemed. One day,
when he was in a deep reverie, a friend
entered hastily. “Don’t disturb me,”
cried the poet; “1 am enjoying a mo
ment of happiness; I am going to hang
a villain of a minister, and banish an
other who is an idiwt.”
We clip frow an exchange the follow
ing, which we recommend to the perusal
ol a!! who are thrown much with chil-
L‘t t’.e reader who considers children
as oily to be tolerated as a sort of disa
gieeuble necessity, try tho experiment
of making the next child, he meets hap
py, and see if he does not change his
opinion. It is strange with how little
pains one can do this. Wealth and
honors andcveiy contrivance which in
genuity can event, often foil in giving
happiness to the man, hut a few mo
ments thought of the mother or friend
w ill suffice to gue happiness to a child.
So simple are his pleasures and so lew
his wants! Sec that little fellow lying
upon tlit* ll tor in refill- ssdiscontent. It
is a st> nny day, end he cannot take
his usual w alk with his nurse. He ha 9
played nl it!i liis rocking horse, till he is
tiled of that, and his balls and marbles
and blocks have foiled to give him
amusement, for lie thinks they are stu
pid tilings and cannot play with him.—
He wishes he had a little brother or sis
ti r, and then they would have nice
times. Poor little fellow! His mother
i. on the r «fa reading the last novel,
and cannot spend time to amuse him,
and he feels no unhappy that the tears
are beginning already to start. Just at
ibis moment, the door opens, and a
bright lace appears Willy stmts up
and throws his arms round the neck of
bis darling cousin Lizzy, who, in the
midst of the snowstorm, has come to
spend the day with his mamma.
“I am really glad to see you, Liziy,’
rather languidly says Willy’s mamma.
“That hoy has been fretting all the
morning, so that I could not read with
any comfort. He has a room full of
playthings, and ought to be happy, I’m
sure. fake off' your things and sit
down, and I’ll finish my book.”
Greatly relieved is the mother to be
able to read undisturbed, and greatly
delighted is Willy. Lizzy takes her
work from her pocket, and begins to sew
but she talks to Willy about his pic
tures, and looks perfectly delighted.—
Then Lizzy shows him how to build a
farm-house with his blocks, and taking
tins animals out of his Noah’s ark, sh«
distributes them in tlie|farm-yard. Now
the boy claps his bauds with delight, and
the mamma looks up from her book and
says, “Lizzy, what a wonderful faculty
you have for entertaining children - ”
“Oil! Willy is very easily pleased,”
Lizzy replies, “if one only knows how.”
We would advise every one to Itarn
how to make children happy.
Pryden has himself told us that he
wai of a grave cast, and did not
much excel sallies in of humor.— One
of his bon-mots, however, has been
preserved. He does not seem to have
lived on very amicable terms with his
wife, Lady Elizabeth, whom, if we may
believe the lampoons of the time, he
was compelled by one of her brothers
to marry. Thinking herself neglected
by the bard, and that he spent too
much time in his study, she one day ex
claimed, *‘Lord,Mr. Dryden, how can
you be always poring over those musty
books? i wish I were a book, and then
I should have more of your company.”
“Pray, my dear,” replied old John, “if
you do become a book, let it be an al
manack, for then I shall change you
every year.”
Sir William Don has lately been play
ing at the Lyceum Theater in London.
critic of The Londoh Spectator,
speaking of Madam Grisi, says that
•’when she abdicates her throne, she
will leave no one even among the
greatest of her sisters fin art, able or
fill it so royally as she has done. Her
powers are as durable as they are tran
scendent. After a career of unequaled
brilliancy during thirty-year*, she pre
serves to this day her beauty of pereon,
her lovely voice, her ardent tempera
ment, her warmth and freshness of feel
ing, in a manner to which we know of
no parallel in the whole history of th»

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