Nebraska advertiser., 1857-10-15
Original.
Leaves from my Iowa Log Book.
BY NETTIR FENWOOD.

ing been heard from them since the
warm weather ''sot in" / begin to
feel warm streak down my arm
fingers begin to contract around the
quill. Now l am for sort of an cleo
trical communication with the Brown
vile folks, instanter. In Imagination
L can hear the mighty Governor Of
Hi-u-muc-muc, Gift up his voice and
laugh" yea, verify, grin-his facial
muscles extend till he can show ivory
enough to make a fine tooth comb
| can fancy huge watermelon lying
on the sanctum table in company with
a pint of -, wild plums and crab
apples, "to cheer, as some good man
said, the soul of the pusson, and for
the stomache's sake;" and instead of
dreaming that a pretty girl is sitting
corn meal into his eyes tonight, she
will be squeezing plums from his gOrged
windpipe by the handful. But this
is all fancy, and must come down to
the truth if l tell you anything about
Wild Cat. Since we lost the railroad
vote, the city went of into syncope,
swooned into insensibility (of course,)
which has lasted too long for the health
Of this fourishirg place. But there
never were finer crops, and the frost
has courteously remained on the shores
of Greenland, so that they can come
to maturity the bending sheaves and
growing fruits of Autumn are begging
to be secure from the storms of the
coming winter. Who does not dread
it, in this open prairie world? Would
that sweet Aurora, might prevail on old
Boreaus to hang a curtain against the
Northwest, so the fierce cutting winds
could be kept at bay with Ursa Major
and the other wild beasts we read of.
We are building a fine Courthouse,
but the ignorant somebody's q don't
know who to blame have pumped it
right down in the center of the square,
which was contracted by the early pro-
prietors of the town into an s by 10
affair, not much bigger than an old
woman's onion bed. One must see
through the building, or know nothing
of their neighbors son the other side Of
Jordan" What ridiculous idea, where
free soil is appreciated as it ought to
be in the great West, to crib, to con-
fine town into such narrow limits
Streets as narrow as in old Rome, OF
Venice, and the houses all huddled in
together, sacrificing health, taste, and
convenience to an obsolete, old fash
Toned habit.
We have all been down to Aunt Tab
by's to have our fortunes told. Aunt
/ Tabby is an old maid, who never had g
beau in her life, yet she prophesies
lots of such fine things, to the expect
ant girls who visit her queer old house
that is, to all but me. Now what
do you think she said? She held uI
her forefnger with an emphatic air, anC
looking me in the eye repeated the fol
lowing sentence: "Seek not to dis
turb the future, that widower witt
eleven children, is struck after another
gal" Oh! heavens! Taking a cold batl
Of a sudden, was nothing to the shocl
I received. To be the old, withereC
up looking being she is, was too mucl
for me, and withdrew, disbelieving il
any of her horoscopes or witcheries:-
But Mary Livingston is like Mrs. Mer
die, she lives for society. You coulC
not get her to do anything ridiculou
for the sake of a good laugh; every
, act is according to etiquette, and ever.
impulse kept under conventional rule
subject to the worlds criticism. 7,
D be the victim ofsuch tyranny is wOrst
than to be imprisoned in the Bastile
or in the musty old prisons of Europ'
or any where else. She did not 90 t,
the Fortunes teller's you may depend
Many hearts were made light at tn
prospect of a happy future by the oil,
Witch, and / don't know as we eve
+ get much more than the. prospect o
r Happiness, the best of US.
SUNDAY-"What went ye out to see
. A reed shaken BY the wind? no +! bu
the camp of the NJ. Z. Church, whic,