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

three or four weeks among the mines of
Negaunee, Marquette, and Houghton,
along the wild northern shore Of Lake
Superior, at the mushroom town oil
Duluth, among the beautiful Dalles OF
the ST. Louis River, and in the wilds of
Northern Minnesota, mainly because my
tour led me largely through an uninhab-
tied and unfrequented region, and be-
cause it does not require any prophetic
vision to foresee that q portion of this
route is destined ty become certainly q
grand pleasure trip, perhaps great com
mercial highway And to do this the
more easily, shall be excused for writ
ing tin diary form.
July 12.--The Free and Easy Club left
Chicago this evening for their annual
jaunt eia the Northwestern Road for the
hyperboreans, taking on the Kenosha
Division of the Club at Harvard. The
F and E. Club is an organization whose
mptto is ''Do rs you d--n please, = and its
Icomposition is spiced with variety, the
membership embracing two editors, one
Eof whom, singularly enough, is clergy
man, and both philosophers; a Clergyman
of the Congregational Church; two tel
legraph officials, one of whom has steam
engine Inside of him, the other acting as
itrumpeter for the Club, ever and anon
lreviving the dropping spirits with the
inspiring blast Of his omnipresent instru-
ment a baker and physician, aggregat-
ling four hundred pounds of physical hu-
manity, thirteen feet of attitude; two
stove pipe hats which are the envy of
the rest of the Club, arrayed in motley,
and an increasing stream of good nature
z which has never been known to dry up
even under the most adverse circum-
stances; the respective ladies who soften
the rough edges and one or two children
4 without whom there would be no beauty
in the trip. Such is our club, the Free
and Easy, now chasing the phantom ol
pleasure over the suspicious waves Of
Superior alstHegi
We left Chicago, as l told you, at
5 p. m on the 18th inst, bound for Greer
Bay, and through the night we plunged
into the midst of raging wind anC
thunder storm which extinguished tn,
moon, lit all the heavens with luri6
, blaze, bowed the stlong trees to the eartt
and kept up q believing din, drowning
the noise of the train But ever anC
anon could be clearly heard, above tn
tempest, the festive strains of our trum
lpeter and the nasal blasts of our Congre
gational Clergyman, who was promulgat
ing his creed from the summit of Ply
mouth Rock in dreamland. But til
storm had passed over when we arrives
at I'D stf31 Nah
GREEN BAY
~ july 13-We were to take the Saginaw
and go up the green waters to Escanaba
but the best laid schemes of men an
mice, and, it might be added, steamboats,
oft gang awry. The Saginaw had bre
ken a. fue and we must await the arriva
of the George L. Dunlap and leave O.
the morning fthe 14th. A day must b
killed at Green Bay, provided the da
did not kill us. If you want utter re
pose, nepenthe, and silence, go to Gree
Bay. It is singular paradox how s
much business can be done in the new
old town-for the trade in lumber Pre-
ducts is really immense-and yet n
noise be made. 1t is the very Paradis
iof stiffness, and business moves by sor
of commercial pantomime. The collisio
of the old and the new-for Green Ba
dates back to Plymouth Rock, and tn
Jesuit pioneer were pushing thei
e spiritual conquests while Cotton Mathe
was hanging his shivering old women
makes no jar. There are evidences Q
business here In the heaps of coal; in th
everlasting piles of shingles, for her
commence the struggling pines, duan
courraers OF that great forest stretchin!
away to the north, and developing vas
industrial resources along Michigan an
Superior in barrels of oil and salt IN
fnssy little ferry boat, which runs iron
Fort Howard to Green Bay; in WIND
MILL which lazily swings round its erla
Icircle a clock, which resolutely pro
claims all day long that it is FIVE minute
past 1 Nicholson pavement gas, and
steam fire engine. And yet these evi
dences of business cannot conceal the old
Astoria still recalls the fur enterprise
of ola John Jacob Astor. The substan
tial old block houses brings up the stock
ade DAYS of one Jefferson Davis, in 1874
stationed at Green Bay, twenty year
later plotting treason, thirty years late
plain Jefferson Davis, tainted old man
tstepping into the grave, with no recollec
ton but those of defeat. What revel
i the old house must have witnessed
What songs and carousals filled the tim
between the Indian fights What face
have come and gone, and what famed
Indian hunters and fighters have served
their little day herel But the militar,
glories fade away. The grim warrior
: are sleeping under the pines. The oil
. church, where, two hundred years age
n the priest said mass to the stolid Indians
n who bowed to the confessor on Sunda,
? and scalped him on Monday, decays ant
: drops away, and, this warm afternoon,
!. Mileslan woman is scrubbing in front o