The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1864-08-10

Lieut.. Col. Commanding 18th Vol Inf
The following letter, very clearly express
ing(D -, was received and designed to
be put in type two weeks ago, but in q
manner We don't now know how, was pur-
loined and only returned in time for this
issue:
BRooKFIELD, Ills, July -, 1864.
Eds. Times This is letter. 1t is
the production of. one. Swipes. The hor.
rid incidents which 1t relates are narrated
below. The writer is not responsible for
them. He was not consulted when they
happened. That is what Jones ntimated,
and Jones knows. If the excruciating
statement be found too heart squshing for
you, 0 John, don't read it, or at least don't
believe it, or believe as much as your con-
stitution will permit; and as for you,
4Arroi1 Pat take it gently with ice and
little sugar wild straw, "and he played
upon jewsharp Of string and point to
spare" sperits of old lie made in 1900, and
warranted to be juicy
cannot dwell, but must abbreyiate the
preface, and slide into the centre of the
wretched and painful story. 1t was June,
and the jew was on the grass, lark was
seated on a neighboring rosin weed, singing
j. Browns chorus to the rising sun, in b
fiat, stacatto piano, fortissimo. Twas there
and the whistle of the Milwaukee up river,
proclaimed a coming boat. The boat came,
and it was steamer, distinguished by the
name Milwaukee. 1t is an Indian name,
and came in this way boald and noable
ingine of the grove, saw saw mill, that is,
the mill he saw was saw mill, running by
steam, but it was stationary; soon he saw
steamboat which also was running by
steam but was not stationary. Here was
phenomenon. Both had steam, but did
not move alike; said the copper-hued
chieftain, Stick-In-T -The.Mud, "That milf,
him no walk, but this mil-walk, Ehi''
you are philosopher, put this in your
pipe and smoke it, for it is buried under
deep wisdom. But why this levity. since
in two or three sentences We may plunge
headlong into a gulf Of superlative and
bitter grief Here let us uncover our heads
and 60 slow, for We are treadin onto mis-
erabul and excrucyatin sorrer. Beneath
our pedal extremities is mine Of woe !;
| let US walk mild, for the horrible circum-
stances which it becomes my sad du(e)ty
to relate, are severe and many. The morn
ing sun shone in ethereal splendor on Mig
ger Hill, the most frightful eminence near
your city. Nice little mosquitoes were
cheerfully tuning their morning songs to.
the key Of b sharp, and natural enough,
and for want of more exhilerating morn
ing tonic, were engaged in presenting
numerous bills, and drawing on me at sight,
in the most friendly manner, showing q
degree of confidence in my credit which
made me feel lively and at times excited.
| But this is another digression, and from this
onward to the l116th letter promise to,
60 forward gradually and progressively in
! the frightful and as it were ecstatic interest
VI saiS PAoiouuu SuCJCSt uhli luc 0Sulc,
the crysm, the apex, the super cxtraordi-
nary climax of this blood curdlng story
shall have been reached, from which point
We shall come down gently as the new
born snow fake is waited through the win.
ter breeze downward to the bosom Of mother
| earth! What could be nicer? This is
a fearful story, and as it has taxed all the
energies Of your correspondent to write it,
without melting down in tears, SO must
you grit your teeth and call up all the
sterner qualities Of your nature that you
may not give way to lamentations and
wailing, such as this unrivaled narration
may call forth. There are some few Incl.
dents which are Of unequaled pathos, and
one Of these may be mentioned, the poison
ing of Matilda Martha another, the drown
ing of Augustus Arthur, and the execution
of Helena Lucy. The storm on Lake Met
ter, and the hurricane on Wind Hill are not
without unusual immensely, that is to say
ponderousness Of prodigious prominence
But we 90 on,
The high state Of the atmosphere is too
much for me, and yield. If I ever SUM.
mon courage to write again, you shall heal.