New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1873-02-02

Fiixhf from the Innd Of Snow ana Zee.
We copy portion OF letter from thiS
city 90 the Chicago Tribune:
New ORLEANS, January ij-"This Is
the most damnable climate on the top OF
Gods green earth" The foregoing was the
fayorite exclamation of a friend of NINE, on
his arrival at our office IN Chicago, every
mon ming for a week previous to last Friday.
| said nothing, but thought much, ana
Thursday surprised him by announcing my
determination to get out OF that climate
that night. Now, there is nothing 50
nice" exclaims the author of "Cakes and
Ale to every new proposal, and though
it may seem contradictory, when,
in one chapter, he adds, ''as pudding
with plums in it, and, in the next,
las a visit from your motherln-law.
vet, putting the emphasis on Hor, all
ditticulties are removed, and you see that
he only means that whatever pleasure
is at hand should rule supreme. SO l
thought to myself as, last Thursday night,
with the wind biting my face, L walked,
satchel in hand, to the Illinois Central depot
on Twenty second street. Now there Is
nothing so nice " as to start OFT without pre-
paraton on d tri p, without knowing where
YOU are going. Thoreau, | believe, wrote
that the true way to enjoy good walk
is, not to make up your mind to go far and
return, but go with the world before you,
and when you have enjoyed this I'M
bounded freedom until your soul is filled,
return. | hailed the ticket agent with, -
want ticket Where to- sir! " 81 don't
know wv here are you going :! Il don't
know. 1 want to get away from this snow,
ice and wind" We finally decided on the
city in which this letter is dated.
on awaking the next morning looked
anXcusly out 0t the car window to see il
We were beyond the snow; but no there
il was. as cold and white as ever. Stepping
OUT OF the ear Tor moment, met the same
Hem0rseless wind which froze my ear the
day before. Reached Cairo that evening
at five, aud there found the same snow, ice
and wind. began to inquire the price Of
a ticket to Havana. Cuba. The Mississippi
was full of ice. and the negro on board the
river steamer Illinois informed me that it
was a little worse at Humboldt, where We
were again to take the cars, than al any
other point.
| began TO think had taken che wrong
direction, or perhaps the Biographies and
story books were all wrong, and there were
no regions but those of eternal snow in " in.
Ter time, at any rate. However. Return
ing were as tedious as 90 Ger The river
incidents were all new to me, and There is
nothing so nice as supper on river boat
After supper, enjoyed watching the glories
of red sunset then went down among
lhe ooIltFS (uEe Oh Intnl), tle nOrSeS. a nun
drpd | should think, and the engine room.
The boat passed the gorge of ice Just above
Humboldt and Belmont easily this trip; a
few days before she was wedged in it three
days and more. Then we were in clear
water. | felt encouraged.
Snow at Humboldt,
an the cars 1 dreamed OF mouutains OF
snow frozen ears, noses, hands, feet. etc,
t0ated on rivers of ice. | woke, and look
ing out Of tire window, saw the beautiful
earth white with moonlight. Not a speck
OF snow any where.
With sense OF great comfort, went 10
sleep again. IN the morning, found myself
surrounded with not only a warmer air, but
e new people; and, since that day to this,
maze been lia d stans, meeting So much life
ana character which is new to ule, and,
think. 60 The people Of the North geBes-
aiiyo that hardly know wlbetbeg 6 er%
asleep or $40.