The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1873-03-08
: =, hiSpss. II FTon,,.r Life.

yoe1Hr oaS not Deen settled year,
Ysk tnAy: w g. bate ctnally raised money to
ssssa6tish ss q s:puhie library" A hun
dfed Eao1iars worth of books have al.
ready 1tms, and hrst on the list is "Tai.
mag t1ae gsSSlAo 9natnstiolf of Modern &c.
ciSssyy! lH6is iis s good thing to have ont
here aAy y{yRds4s rheir '.sooiety," con.
sisti4g tag III da4s. ..1fof the most Dart. of
tssppafN Iha 4teysS gAtoou keepers and
6xedlsh serxsnt Eftl6. !is in great danger.
!; The rlaae, being situated in the midst
F1i g peffect|y :dat prairie, receives broad
Essdssg gt wind that are fearful from all
E{i1seettoIs If#as nearly blown from nv
rect In trying to navigate among tho
Dolldlngs-1 will not say streets. One
inexperienced. can hardly imagine the
terrible fnrco Of the wind that sweeps
over these bleak prairies. Glyndcn needs
three seedlings moro lhan library. I'm
less thcrn is u break wind provided, Ii
brnrT and all will some fue morning
awake 10 iial itself ten miles or so
Southeast OF It's present locatiou. That
-wouidb bad for town lots. unless they
coult" 20 also aud from The way the
wind ius blown lately, it looks as though
they could.
lu walking about the happy village of
the PLAIN, bntting against the ,nerciIess
wind much ns o madman would against
stubborn barh.door, I chanced into the
otiee OF the Red Riuer GazeNe, tho next
to the last paper npon the frontier. This
little journal. hanging upon the verge OF
civilization, as it were, presents q very
creditao ole appearance. The editor, his
wife and children do all the intellectual
ana mechanical work.. The print.shop
is 1873 g oozy little structure Of Que room,
and answers for . dwelling as we'll. In
one corner are the cases, in another the
cooking stove. table and dishes, in an
other the press, and in the other bed.
10 the middleis another stove. It takes
two stovesito have any eject on twenty
square feet OF this climate.
The editor was not in, but his oood
wife and one of his children we're. The
wife was writing editorials and making
pies. while the child kept up fires and
sot type. It wac q happy picture of di-
versltied industry. BY way OF introduc-
ton, bought few copies of the paper
anu sat down before the fire, on an ink
keg, to thaw out my fingers.
'fhis is rather q cold day." OBJ:
served. and, by-tho way, this is the man
n ner always open conversation up here.
inere Is DO other way, unless man says
IL Ia dreadful GOLD, and that only applies
when the mercury is forty degrees below
Zero or more.
"Oh, L don't know" she said, as she
LAID down her manuscript andrtook up
mince' pie, I'VE have been thinking it
Was quite pleasant. It is a great i'm
pro7ement on tho weather We have had.
You we're not here last month";" she
continued
told her I was not, which accounted
Tor my being on hand in the flesh, as. it
were. I.
"Oh, you wouldn't have frozen, !" she
replied, cheerfully, ''uuIess YOU had,
been out in our terrible storm. That
was awful. Human beings could not
stand it,
"Were any frozen here?" I asked,
Two" she replied. Fright out
there, (pointing out of the first window.
about hundred yards from the house,
We found the body of Mr.. Christopher
son after the storm"
$50 near this house?" .
eyes, right there, with houses all
around them. But tho storm was 40
blinding. tho air so full of snow, that
man could not sec more than ten feet.
DC had come in that morning with q
load OF wood, bringing his two children.
When the storm approached, he started
back. although begged not to do so,
leaving his children. He never reached
his lone. although he lived out but q
mile. All we know is that his dead BODY
was found right out there after the
storm. Mr.. Norris saw ON object NOV.
ing about On the enow. which he thought
was wolf, and started out with his gun
to shoot it. Getting closer, he saw it
vas dog, and near it the body of a
frozen man. The faithful dog had
stayed With the body Of his master for
four days, through all the storm, and had
paved nway tho snow from tho body as
fast as it fell. Tho poor man had got
lost, and wandered about, 10 telling
where, until at last he died right in
town, and did not know it. His oxen
were found irnbedded i'll snow drift,
nothing but their heads pro:ruding.
They wcro not dead. but died afterwards.
Tho chain was carefully wrapped around
tho yoke. Mr.. Christopherson had
given them chance to save themselves
when he found that lie was lost.
"The other case was that OF Mr. james
Berry, who livod six miles of here. He
had entered a farm. and was preparing a
homo for his widowed mother, who lives