The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1871-04-06

| Last Saturday Was a delightful day
it was one of those days when the yer
air seems thick with divinity. So med
clnal powders were given to the lax
winds, apothecary bottles were broken
and dash was made out of town.
TraVersing narrow belt of pine lands
and entering the front reaches of hard
wood that trends along the river slopes
the town-rid adventurer discovers tn
situation of burnt mill whose black rel
les bear evidence to the open sky of tn
smutty soul Of an incendiary.
Logs, logs, logs!" was the cry of m,
hearty companions. And so the log
stole into view around the river bends
and foated down, down, singly, by twos
by dozens, and by scores, under the de
sultory control of tho current. TheI
hard usage could be seen afar. Wha
with rubbings upon the finty bed of th'
stream, and with outings against eacl
other, some of them were SO defacec
that not vestige of 81" for Pankrat,
and 80" for Smart was left to afford
chance for the exhibition of Celtic erudi
| ton.
But the log pranks played upon the
quick sheet water escaping from The
dam afforded glory to the lumbermar
and delight to the sick man. One log would
plunge like . sword bayonet into the
foamy entrails of the river; another
would leap through its ablution
with splashy halleluiah. One
like Roman battering-ram would
give a predecessor side winder, .
and an occasional sparry float
er would drive one end into the river
bed, and leave the other end protruding
against the thin sheet falls, thus for M
ing an iridescent water cape fashioned
to suit the river nymphs. Frequently q
log coming aslant would go rolling down
the sluiceway with scattering pano
rama of spiral obliquity. Then an OBJ
stinate wood trunk would bunt against
the base of the falls, then recede little,
then bunt again, well represented by a
trout approaching the bait and then
receding little with true piscatory sus.
picion. At times log would roll like q
truck at the foot of the sluice or be held
still momentarily by some strange equi
librium of tumultuous forces. One
would escape trouble by long dive
another thrown upon its companion
would ride down to quiet places. Their
an accidental raft would go over like an
avalanche. and remain just below, bob
bing awhile like gigantic unshelled oys
ters ina tremendous stew, and showing
the conclusive force ola thousand angry
anvils. These log pranks were exactly
voiced to the conclusive boom of very
distant cannonade.
At times some knotty log-gian
armed with the ugly impetus of back wa
ter would go booming into natures cal
dron ; to which one of my companion.
who had stretched his vast healthy body
upon a fume timber near b., would re
spond with sympathetic ugh. " hnC
when the falls were momentarily unlog-
ged, his thoughts would rise on thinest
vapors, and he would quite unconsciously
express Byronian sentiments of tn.
gownod beauties left in the city. Hi
thoughts were designed only for the 81
lent archives of the river gods, but the.
found safe lodgment in the retentive
| brain of one that is always ready t.
tell.
The once robust proprietor of the log
is becoming very sad. lean, and con
sumptive think, however, he may liv,
to reach the town.
I dismiss the maple ''bush" with it
primitive sweetness afording an episode
There is sharp-witted little woman VI
there who supplies magnificent grub a
twenty cents per meal. ..