Iowa territorial gazette and advertiser., 1845-06-28
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would not disgrace the mills of Lowell Of
Manchester. (If any Of your readers feel
desirous to know what Iowa can dlysod1
do in the way Of manufacturing cloth,
will leave specimen or too upon your
desk.) When we reflect that in 1899
Bonaparte was pirMcval wilderness,
these facts speak strong and deeply in
teresting language concerning the prosper4
ity Of our Territory. Bonaparte is situate
ed upon the north side Vi the Des Moines,
about 40 miles (hy wnter) from the Mis-
sissippi, and about 80 miles by land. Its
growth has been rapid; il contains or B
mercantile establishments, and presents,
probably as good field for the settlement
ofentesprizing mechanics as any other place
in the Territory.
FROM Bonaparte proceeded on to Farms
ington, where also addressed the citizens,
who received me in the Most cordial inans
ner. Pennington is also famous for its
mills, and next to keosauqua is the largest
town on the Des Moines river. Farming
ton, like other principal towns upon the
Des Moines, must at no distant period be.
come place of great and important trade.
The lands in the vicinity are Of the most
,tt itta .I,rac4ar 10Th ~, haat,fxv o,,1
fertility. How enterprizing men, endowed
with sane minds, can continue to fritter
away their lives, delving over the sterile
soil of New England, when eligible lands
Of this character invite the plough Of the
husbandman-how they can settle down
contented, say, is more than can divine.
Don't think, "Down Casters" Pennsyl-
vanians, Buckeyes and Hoosiers, that
you can continue to come to Iowa for
erer and still purchase lands at l25 cts. per
acre! "Now is the accepted tme." In
this my Horoscope" is true; and your
children win rise up and tell you that my
council was the swords OF wisdom"
But the eyes of the people abroad are
becoming opened to see clearly our unri-
vailed advantages. Let me give you an in
stance in point, by way Of conclusion.
Striking out from the Des Moines timber,
on my way home, met a settler riding an
old gray horse hunting up stray stuck.
Who was he3 Apparently so well initiat4
ed OH the soil Of Iowa, that you might read.
lily have taken him for an old pioneer Of the
is.Black Hawk War" Who was hep ycu j
wonder; III tell you, (pardon my digres-
sion.) About the middle Of last October,
late one neafternoon, Icrossed Waterloo bridge
and perambulated the densely populated
suburbs Of London to Vauxhall Walk. /
went to take social cup Of tea, and bid u
few friends farewell prior to leaving old
England for the shores Of America. Seven
months have scarcely elapsed, and find
myself again wandering over the beautiful
prairies of Iowa. I strike out from the
Des Moines timber, in the open prairie-I
met party of emigrants encamped; some
busily engaged making brick, others hew-
ing timber, making rails &c. recognize
familiar faces in this motley group. Pres
emily honest, worthy John Bateman, rides
up on an old gray horse, after fruitless
search in hunting up his cattle. Reader
this was the individual with whom took
the social cup Of tea in London! This was
our first meeting this side Of the Atlantic.
Bateman is now an Iowa farmer, owning
1900 acres of good land near the Des
Moines. Surely "truth is stranger than
felton," and yet how many of the inmates
of the log cabins Of Iowa there are whose
histories would be still more strange.
Ever yours,
CHE-MO-KO-MON.