The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1865-06-15
From the Chicago Journal,

There is beautiful area of some fifty
thousand square miles, west of the Mis-.
issippi river, that once belonged to Lou.
isiana. Seventy seven years ago there
was not white man within its borders.
A splendid wilderness, its prairies undu.
lated away, dotted with great island
groves and spangled with jessamines,
Wild roses and violets. The deer, tho
elk and the turkey were ''free common
ers,' and rivers ran on unfretted with
single wheel. Aud this area was named
for one Of those idle streams, and they
called it Iowa, meaning "Drowsy" And
Iowa was handed about the mighty sis.
terhood, much as an admirable infant
about household. Louisiana passed it
to Michigan, and she took care Of it three
years; then Wisconsin took it, but 10
year it began "to run alone" and become
a territory. At length, about the last
days in December, 1916, an audible
knock from there away was heard at the
Federal door: Iowa stood upon the
threshold, was admitted aud became
sovereign State. Well, this region, mis-.
erably misnamed "The Drowsy," had
three millions Of acres of grain waving
within it, six years ago, aud six hundred
and fifty thousand souls keeping magui6.
cent step to the march of empire.
But that step has changed since then,
and there, in the fore front, Iowa has kept
time to the music Of the Union.
She had forty-three thousand men,
women and children, all told, in 1910:
and seventy one soldiers in the army
She has sent seventy thousand boys in
blue to fight the battles of the Republic;
four batteries have spoken for her; nine
regiments of cavalry have heard the bu.
giles and thundere to the charge; forty
eight regiments of infantry have closed
up the solid front, and fifteen thousand
fallen. And what heroes they were, and
how splendid the record they have made
for Iowa, liberty and God! How rich in
the meaning they have lent the legend of
their coat of arms: "OUR LIBERTIES
WE pR1zE-OUR R1aHrs WE WILL
MAINTAINW
And Iowa followed her sons to the
battle; her fathers sought the wounded
where they lay upon the field, before the
dropping shots had fairly ceased; her
mothers prayed and labored; her daugh-
ters went forth to hospital and camp on
mercy's mission; her blood and her trea.
sure were poured forth like water. When
the Government called for men, Iowa's
were ready to march.
And Iowa has followed her sons to the
Fair; she remembered them 10 the strife;
she does not forget them in the suffering.
Near the center of the eastern wing is q
double pavilion canopied with starry
flags and graced with arches, one draped
in red, the other all in blue. A hawk
upon his perch between them betokeus
the Hawkeyes' home, and = pair of ant
lcrs, once tossed by some Iowa stag of
ten, spread there for broad escutcheon
A curious pagodohke cabinet catches
the eye-the visible story of an Iowa
soldier killing creeping time in Libby.
Fragments of wood, a pocket. knife, a
poor prisoner, and 10, little temple! A
picture on the wall is the work of anoth-
er boy in hospital.
Yonder is ono of the most exquisite
groups of wax.work fruit, that Pomona
might almost claim for her own work
the fashioning of the ladies of Lyons,
and tho gift Of its Young Mems Associa-
ton to the Fair. There is a natural
chair, taken down from some Iowa tree
where God had hung it. The Iowan's
accept the omen and call it "the seat Of