The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-07-24
sc How We Went to Saint Paul, .,

The Green Bay Advocate Of last week
contains an interesting sketch under the
above heading, of visit to St. Paul by
the editor His troubles on the little
boats and the sand bars, coming up, are
detailed in a column or more, replete with
humor, but We omit all this and make ex-
tracts relating to what he saw Of St. Paul
and it's surroundings:
Next morning we walked up as the whis-
tie bowed for the Prescott Landing, and
a little after dinner we went ashore on the
floating wharf at Saint Paul. Ten years
ago I had landed near the same place from
one Of the early river boats the Greek
Slace. There was but a village there
then, and now a large and thriving city.
a train of cars and engine stood ready to
start from depot; graceful and splen-
did bridge, spanned the Mississippi, and
long lines of fine buildings stretched out
upon what was then an open prairie. The
march of empire even had made it's way
into the magnificent sandstone cliffs which
line the approach to the city on the west
shore. Some enterprising brewer has ex-
cavated vault there, and his great casks
of lager beer coolly repose far in the bow
els of the land.
The bus took US to the International
Hotel" Having stayel at the "Interna-
tional at Niagara Falls, we felt quite at
home at the international - of St. Paul.
Indeed there was the same company
which 1 saw year ago at the Falls.
There was the same young lady in gorge
Gus apparel, the phylacteries of whose
garments stretched from end even unto
end Of the sofa in the parlor; and l was
pleased to see her at work upon the same
worsted and talking to the same two
young gentlemen in lavender kids. There
was the same mama and her dau ghter on
the piazza, bowling to the two gentlemen
in drab coats with mourning weeds and
fast horse. The same head waiter who
bowed US magnificently into the supper
room, and asked conidentially if we
should need carriages tomorrow. And
there was the Captains wife, in stunning
jewelry, pensively discoursing with the
gentleman in black and an eye glass,
doubtless about how lonely she was with
her husband off to the wars. They were
all old acquaintance, and it was very
pleasant.
Next morning we packed into a car
riage, and before night accomplished the
grand round by way of the cave, Fort
Smelling, Minnehaha, Minneapolis, the
Falls of St. Anthony (MinnetonkO and
the Mineral Springs. There are many
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minute description of all these.
Minnehaha, SO far as the falls are con-
| cerned, is pretty much the same as ever.
Bat Hiawatha, were he to come there
now, would find some improvements in
the surroundings. First, there is saloon
within dozen yards of the brink, where
he and What's-her-name could get lem
onade, and the old Arrow Maker, dry old
dog, could have one with "stick " in it.
Across the stream, below the Falls, there
is foot bridge, upon the ratings of which
and marked their names Such is fame.
An artist was painting the scenery from
the bank, and as far as he had got, it was
fine picture of fine old lady in short
red petticoats and long white apron.
The ladies went into ecstacies over the
falls, and thought it would be so nice to
read the wedding stanzas in Hiawatha "
right there on tie spot; but no one had
thought to bring book; and so we sat
down in the shade and read pirate scene
out of the Ledger. After more lemonades
we went on our way. Fort Smelling looks
like numbering camp, broken up for the
winter. Its glory had departed on the
road to Fort Abercrombie, leaving only 9