The Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn. Territory) 1849-1855, 1850-07-11

Here is an article full Of lively hu-
NOR from one of The pens of Saint Paul,
which appeared in The Literary World,
of New York, in June last. Read it.
My DEAR PENoBscoT: That you have
lately had no communication with your
Father - the Father Of Waters - has
not been my fault: and now you are not
indebted to my paternal solicitude only
for these brief messages. but also to the
eccentricities of chemist, who dipped
up the caskfull containing these refee-
tions to mix with your own bright and
crystal buildings.
| have read in some newspapers hid
away in my bosom, and stolen from the
cabin of snagged steamboat, that the
wretched men of your neighborhood are
about damming you upon large scale,
and curbing your metal at various points
into an unpleasant stagnation; TO stun
you with the noise and whirl of machine
ry; to blacken your hopes with filthy
dyes; and stain your virgin purity with
mountains of clay and chsrred timber.
/ car advise you in such crisis, for | too,
have been hardly dealt with, and have on
ly lately learned how to punish our op-
pressor. man, for his various audacities
and contumelles. AS you well learned be-
fore civilization with its barriers Of con-
fused noise intercepted our conversa-
I
could stretch myself, when wearied, o.
yer miles and miles of land ! could
venture on picnic far into the primeval
forests of the country; l could play
pranks with the war-parties and tribe
hunts of the early Indians; / could sur
prise the deer at his drinking, and over
powered him where the arrows of pur-
suers were hurtless; if the great gulf,
to whose luxury | administer. at any
time ruffied my temper, my liquid pro-
ducts sought outlet into the many bays
about him. But the conqueror came,
and fenced me in, and dug into my very
vitals, and gave me heavy burdens to
bea and hideous noises to listen to ,and
bade my roaring propensities cease,
while my course Of life was made as
monotonous as that Of our bastard rela-
tives, the canals. For how many years
have fretted and fumed at all these
outrages! / have leagued with your
remote brother, the Missouri, a wild
and untaimed fellow, the Ohio, love-
ly daughter, the Red River, a perfect
savage, the Yellow Stone, a spiritIess
vaga bond, and with increased strength
made repeated efforts to regain my for
mer liberty. Perhaps in your quie.
nook you may have heard of the fright
last year gave to my largest city; and
how bravely fought it week after week
until compelled by sheer exhaustion to
give in. | ruined the reputation oftwo
surveyors - that's some consolation.
But this year the victory is mine.
have avoided the city; it contains ma
terial too powerful. have directed my
forces against interior places. ! could
contain myself no longer. Was | not
choking with the secretions of old age
Was not becoming asthmetic, through
compression Of my Iungs' Were no.
my oppressors threatening to dredge on,
the Falls of St. Anthony, and hammer
and forge me far towards myvery source
| made my selections; and this early
spring time made dash at Vicksburg
and at the Parishes lower down, Hous-
es and sugar factories, cotton and cane
have all been swept before me. | am
as free as ever. | have expanded my
self twenty miles at one point have
made a dozen new channels for future
use at other points. | have united my
self a. of old with Lake Ponchartrain,
and thrilling, even in my old age, are
her kisses may again be vanquished
and imprisoned. But, oh, my oppressor,
man, leave me my found Lake 10 meet
day after day, and will withdraw for
ever from the contest.
You, my Penobscot, are young and
Iusty Keep cool for a time. Let the
timbers fall across you, and the stones
and sand choke you. Blde your re-
venge The winter is coming. Freeze
hard; freeze low; melt quickly; sum-
mon all your energies; quicken the flow
of your arteries; come out IN swelling
grandeur and all the timbers and ma
sonry of the land may not resist you.
would say more. But the cask OF
the chemist is full, and my words would
be wasted. Imagine the waving of ad-
ieux, from your almost heartbroken Fa-
ther