The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-08-25

. furnace it is the hematite chat yields the
4 iron first, as the furnace of trial shows
4 the pure iron in men who have outward
! ly given no sign of it. We rambed
2 about the mine for an hour or more, pass
: ing through tunnels of iron, from tae
solid roofs of which dripped translucent
water; traversiDg winding galleries, now
plunging down steep hillside of iron
steps, and now slowly climbing palisade
of iron by It's salient points. Iron, iron,
Everywhere. No trees, no shrubs send
\ their roots down here for sustenance.
Not blade of grass grows in the rrevices.
Nature is here in her stern, awful mood.
Here she has worked her wonders with
fire and water, and forged the mighty
foundations Of the world. Here she has
piled up those enormous iron lenses,
cementing them together with green slate
and binding them with red and white
quartz, even in her majesty looking TO
beauty. Standing upon this solid iron
floor, with mountains of iron rising all
around you and reverberating to the
noise Of the drill and sledge, and occa-
sionally clashing the sound of distant
blast from their metallic sides, while tons
OF iron loosened by tie power 20 thunder
ing down the sheer face of some tower
ing cliff, you realise what Homer sang of
the Tltans at their forges, and Vulcan in
his workshop. The miners WELD q
sledge from morning TO night, not one of
my readers could use for we minutes,
and yet they are, as a class, small, lean,
wiry men. AS have said before, be-
yrimcd with the red powder of the iron.
both in SKIN and clothing. they all Look
alike, and although it is but seldom they
see the broad daylight, the iron has not
, entered their souls to that extent that
they cannot be cheerful and contented
!, and unusually courteous to visitors. And
, SO we leave the red miners, pounding
away at these masses of iron which will
go out of these assures and holows to re-
appear in the pillow, the anvil, the ship
and the engine, doing a work, the impor
) lance OF which they little dream of, leave
. the red trains drawn by the tiniest oil
s little red locomotives which go shrieking
/, into the bowels of the earth, leave nature
in her iron repose, and as we climb the
: toilsome ascent, the sounds below grow
!. fainter and fainter, the miners disappei
: from sight, and we are once more in the
. broad daylight, tramping down the rec
), hot streets OF Negaunee to the depot, ano
: re embark for Marquette. Mr. aud Mrs
! Lo are at the depot in the aggregate
: Mr.. Lo is in all the dignity of beard an6
: moustache, regulation breeches and fell
= hat, and Mrs. Lo has also conformed t,
. the period, for we have not yet reached
J that point where the Indian has success
= fully resisted the onward march of tin
), tailor and the barbor Stanton ant
- Anthony will rejoice when tell then
: that | saw to day, in the streets of Negau
! nee, a squaw in chignon, jsunty Alpin
hat, and an old, faded satin dress, swing
= ing herself along in that same style o
- gait which Mrs Stanton advised the I'm
: fortucate Countess Editha to practice
:, while behind her stalked Mr.. Lo, carry
y ing the pappoose. Rejoice greatly ant
!, be exceeding glad, o Soroslsters, o
. Chicago, with your luminous brows an
- arreading eyes, for the voice has beer
= heard in the corridors of Negaunee, an,
!, if you can overcome the native iaznes
- and anti wOmanness of Lo, there is Gel
;, tainly hope for you-Oh! reader, pei
:, haps for me.
Ia We reached Marquette at noon, and in tn
a afternoon drove about the suburbs. 1t
~ slowly recovering from the great fire whic
1t swept through it some time ago, and bushes
n ing in the oftng for their turn al Che ore dock
u The stores are literally patronized, and tn
= hotels are running over with people, metro
" politan prices, and bad accommodations
n Upon the bluff oVerhanging the business par
r. OF the city are few handsome residence.
ii and drive to the lighthouse cliff gives 20
. a superb view of Marquette Bay. Anothe
~ drive along the beach road takes you throug
a the woods, and gives you all manner of pix
Of turesque glimpses up to Chocoay, whic
4 narrowly escaped being The terminus of tn
= Peninsula Road, and is now vigorously Ell
!: gagged in dying OF regret that Marquette an
u Negaunee are enjoying the good fortune
n should have had. From Chocolay to Ma
s, quette the ground is literally strewn wit
II luscious berries, and we alighted from GU
:. carriages, and the banker ate until he coul
~ not discount another berry, and the trumpe
is er ate until he could not blow another note
ct and the minister ate until he felt like singin
D. the doxology, but couldn't do it, and the sui
e scriber ate like philosopher and then RI
- posed. And as we left Marquette that nigh
ie for Houghton there was only one sad though
ne In the midst of all this ma tural beauty, eve
,e in this bracing. healthy air, death was III
usually busy among the children. three c
four dying per day. II it is warm here wha
= must you be suffering, Celeste, sweltering o
the verge of Michigan.
90
OF We left Marquette for Houghton at 10 D. m
~ on the steamer City of Toledo, in a spendi
~ ~ moon-rise, which made the beautiful ba
II inore peautHul than ever, and as the dlStan
IS lights of Marquette faded from sight one b
10 one we were fairly out on the blue water
30 and in the bracing, inspiriting air of LAX
90 Superior,
~ ~ July II, we entered the tortuous winding
% of the Portage River and slowly steame,
: through its waters. tinged with copper from
10 the washings of the mines above, and, as W
- suddenly emerged into the broad expanse O