Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1868-11-13

the frame OF large grlsG MN slanus
ready TO be filed with machinery. The
town contains two good school houses,
one built at cost of $4,000. Mr.. A :.
lives three miles from the village, on lis
farm, which is of good size--he having
about forty acres undor cultivation. The
water power and natural location is sure,
at no distant day, to build up quite vii
lage at Grantsburg. Burnett holds out
MANY inducements to the home seeker,
and is destined to be thriving and pros
porous county.
But we must return to camp.
Supper put out of sight, we adjourn
to the gentlemens ordinary" at friend
Hickerson's, and round the old fashioned
fireplace, enjoy our first evening out in
story telling and general gossip. Ac-
cepting the invitation of our entertainer
we retire to rest upon good comfortable
beds. Morning finds us early at work.
Our loads are packed and breakfast over
we leave Wood River behind. Our road
runs over level tract of pine barrens
now, and twelve miles travel brings us
to Iron Greek. This stream runs through
low, swampy lands, and derives its name
from the popularity of its water, which
is strongly impregnated with iron. Six
miles further and we camp for dinner on
the bank of Clam River. A stopping
place" is kept here by Mr.. and Mrs.
TAYLOR. We SCALED" but they were
evidently "not at home" Dinner over
and ten mile drive takes us to the
mouth Of Yellow River, the site of the
once famous
GORDON CITY.
This "city" was founded in 1856 by
Graves & Co., who expended some $780,
900 in building a dam and saw MILL
1t was the result of the Railroad exite-
ment of that day--the old st. Paul IL
BAYFIELD, r. r. survey making its cross
inc of the ST. Croix river at this point.
The site was laid out into village lots,
with streets beautifully Autographed and
adorned with high sounding titles ; in
fact it was beautiful city to behold
on paper. But like many an "air cas-
tle," it b1rst, and tho explosi1,H Dust
~ Tho oronr;etors VIZ retired with the
IA ,,svir,, n fool and his money is
Ion parted" for their consolation. The
mill has been pulled down, the dam cut
away, and nothing remains but the birch
bark wigwams of few strolling fami-
lies of Chippewas to mark tho spot of
the once proposed metropolis of the
Grea: Northwest" Indeed
"Tbe melancholy days have come,"
to Gordon City.
A short stop to survey the ruins" of
great expectations, and . quick drive
brings us to
CAMP CHARLEY WHITING,
a beautiful grove of Norway pines on
shore Of Loon Lake. Here we pitch
our tent, build our camp fire, and pre-
pare for the night, Our "chores" COM
pleted. we gather round the festive
board" "a blanket spread upon the
ground, and partake of most substan-
tial warm meal, prepared by our trump
of a cook. And such supper-ft for
the Gods. Our "bill of fare" was won
drous to look upon. Broiled venison,
broiled partridge, broiled squirrel, cold
chicken, cold boiled tongue, fried ham,
good bread and butter, hot tea, and to
| top of with, fruit cake, huckeberry
pie" and ripe fresh peaches, present to
our gallant Commissary, from Miss Belle
Cooley. Twas such meal surely that
inspired OWEN MEREDITH, when he
wrote
g We may I've without poetry, music aud art;
We may live without conscience live without heart
| We NAV live without friends, live without books
/ But civilized man cannot live without cooks.
! He may live without books-what Is knowledge but
! grievng!
lie may live without hope-what is hope but de-
HemayIlye Without love-shat Is passion but pining
But where is the that can live without dIningI
The camp fire burns brighter and
brighter, and the sable curtain of Night
closes in our resting place. Seated with
in our tent, we enjoy game of odd
sledge," or join in song and story, until
the hours seem like minutes, so quickly
they pass away. Nine o'clock in the
wilderness, and Camp Charley Whiting
presents singular tableau
SCENE /. -Four eager player, at /" old
sledge." Ripe fresh peaches for "stakes."
SCENE Ii. Game ended. Exultant
winners reach out for the /" stakes. -
Where they we're they are not! Won
der depicted upon the countenances of
all the players!
SCENE III. High private" behind a
tree near by eating peaches-the lovely
sweet peaches presented by the sweet
lovely Miss Belle.
Moral" How are you peaches:"
Eleven o'clock and all is silent in camp.
The fire burns low-the owl boots tender
notes to its lady loye-the wolf howls
on the track of the unlucky deer, and the
dwelers within the canvas are
"Circling lost sunshine in hearts serene
| In the strange bright word Of Dreams
when crash, crash in quick succession
fall the surrounding pines. The dream.
ers awake with start and rub their eyes
in amazement. All again is silent. Not
leaf stirred-not a man snored! The
stiffness becomes almost too painful to
bear. At last the silence is broken, as
in trembling accents our gallant Captain
asks, Charles, are yop failing trees ~
A hearty laugh bursts upon the midnight