Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1856-12-06
81. Gland penciliInss

WIN pieasuto-ED.
81. Clsud PencuiInss ~
LAKE GEORGE, October, 1856.
DO you have Indian Summer in St. Paul, Mr..
Editor, amid the din of commerce and politics !?
opino you have IA sense of it on the passing
| breeze, or glmmer Of it from your sanctun ):
but you cannot enjoy it IN all it's enchanting real
ity, as we donizens of up river do. All what o
glorious dream, life enjoyment, this rustioating
among the fallen leaves Of many hue, that
strew the valley of the quiet Sank, or tho banks
OF the proud Mississippi. This anl ling 10 their
lucid waters for sparkling pickreel, or wander
ing through the vergipg woodlands in quest of a
dead shot,
wish could weave romance, Mr.. Editor,
the secnc would be laid in the beautiful valley
of the Sank. and time, Indian Summer, about the
nineteenth century, and my hero would not be u
"solitary horseman," but companonabe pc
destran, to note incidents and appreciate the
true magnifcence of Nature.
20 you know our eastern friends imagine
that nature has lavished all her superior charm.
on their lofty forests and towering hills, their
winding valleys and deep gorges,-that ou,
Western land is vacant waste, a broad expanse
of ready farms fit only for the fortune hun
ter What q delusion Can the purity and
mildness of our Indian Summer be 30 perfect an,
where else? Can the gorgeous hues of our au.
tumn shrubbery be equalled? Can the be.ted pra-
ries and varied woodlands be found tho world
over, farming landscapes so beautifully pictur.
esquire? Do their valleys and hills TEEN with
such profusion of flames? Even now, in the
prairies "brown and sere," and on the 8. brown
hills without brew" 1--WE haze hils) there is IA
little bue-bel peeping up in its loneliness and
lovenlness, resisting the frost spirit, and cheer
ing the passer by, as he inyolun,arily shivers a,
the thought of old winters approach. Trul,
Nature has scattered her bounties and beauties 50
generously and equally over our fair territory,
that aHo:her broadcast would have made u
paradise. But l was speaking of our Indian
Summer, and how I wish could describe this
day, up the valley and down the Sank, the joy
Gus piping of the brown thrush, the robins trll,
the pine squirrels frisking on tree and log, tn.
rustlins of the chip-monk and beating of the
pheasant; our entertainment in the settlers
cabin and thousand and one sights and Incl
"SHS. Sn"s ComUAucus indke ONO Oh llIc,S sweet
est memories. Delightful Autumn thy hazy
softness will soon be dispelled, and then come.
Winter, in his frigid blackness and zero visase
Come on old friend, with thy pleasing associa-
tlons, but spare the scanty settler and poor In
dian. Many nut and many joke is cracked
round the hearth, of winter night, and many "a
summing mp of autumn merry-maki:gs. Stop,
winter is not here yet. Bring me my spirited
steed, "with his proudly arched and glossy neck,
and dark and fiery eye ;" Pm off like meteor
flash, bring up at settlers habitation with an
appetite like a steam saw-mill and take advan-
tage of his hospitality. With feast of game.
and Cow of wild grape juice equal to Long
worth's sparkling Catawba, you may imagine the
scene Mr.. Editor, and not as a fancy sketch, but
Minnesota Indian Summer reality. 81 rather
guess" We can have fur and good things up here
as well rs other folks down east and there abouts
s'only little more 500 8: Give me a sly fir
tation, by tae light of chandelier" Pshaw
6 give mo home in the valley love,'' in n tam
arack cabin, or on the MARCIA of MINES ota
lake, with Lucy Tor somebody else) in her rus.
set gown and apron blue,' and the chandelier
and silken sofas may.-well, no matter, nv
pencil is dull, and some day when it is sharpered,
maybe will say more of St. Cloud, and its sur
roundings. Do you nod? II.
CO. Yes.-ED.