River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1872-08-30
Lat. 44o AS N; Lon. l5o So w.
AUGUST Oath, 1872, 1Op. M.

| EDITOR JOURNAL
When in the course of human events
the good time coming. SO much talked of
and so seldom realized, is not only
caught sight Of, but actually gobbled
for a week on a stretch, decent respect
for suffering humanity demands that
the successful parties should "let their
joys be known" The umbrageousness
Of dog-day twilight was coming down
ker slap, so to speak, when an attentive
observer might have observed, if he
were much on the observe, a somber
vehicle in high degree of sombrous.
ness, sombrously winding its way up
the precipitous declivity that elevates
its dorsal vertabrae into the blue azure
of atmospheric air between River Falls
and the North Pole. This animated
conveyance conveyed hilarious party
Of Bear Trappers bound for Bear.
Trap in high state of eHervescence,
irrespective of age, sex or condition.
The chariot soon halted and Jehu de-
tatched the foaming, painting, ramping,
champing steeds, as the clock was about
striking a quarter past eight. That
night everybody slept with Morpheus
breakfasted with Abigail and 'lit out"
as it were. When the sun in the south
had reached its meridian height and
smole mellow smile, the stomachs of
the troupe gave responsive throb, and
underneath the droppings of the New
Richmond sanctuary they got outside of
their fodder with force, propriety and
ease. A post prandsal visit to ye
printer man found that intellectual
Teuton sucking 6ve-cent Havana pre-
sented by A. H. Baldwin, and singing
his own type while his devil was eating
cold victuals and whiting out a wood
cut of a brick house with bell on it.
Just as the sun was painting row of
tumbled-down tenement houses in the
copper colored West, by the side of a
melancholy frog pond we pitched our
borrowed tent, "foated our powerful
minds in cup of smoky tea, and listen
ed to the saccharine sereuades of the
amorous bull frogs. Presently reful-
gent camp fire Illuminated the circum.
jacent obscurity; the Hesperian zephyr
zephyred among the leaves and things,
bully; while underneath, the rank
nettle nodded in the wind and the wild
mosquito dug his hole unsecured. The
somniferous deity spanked us with ele.
gance and precision until that dread
hour when church yards yawn and
spirits walk abroad, when we soured
on him,
"W hen skeeters do bite and hot is the night
am ever so bold.
I stuff my skin SO full within
Ofjolly good ale and DID,"
As yaller haired Aurora drove her
apple cart, likerty brindle up the cas-
tern sky, we arose from our downy
couchcs, abluted our innocent faces into
the murmuring stream, that straddled
off down through the camp ground,
wiped them on a clean crash towel,
gnawed our regular auricular append
age Of immature maize, chained our
steeds to the flying car, and "got up
and busted" as the poet says.
At precisely thirteen minutes. past
eleven, in the forenoon, spectacle
burst upon our enraptured vision, that
knocks description end ways. Before
that transporting panorama of trans
cendentness, adjectives hide themselves,
and language fees away. At our pedal
extremities lay kicked out, that hand.
some blanket Of moisture, Bear Trap
Lake, glistening in the summer sun
like row of gigantic milk pans in
June morning. A range Of low hills,
with scraggy pine stuck into them
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