Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-01
way, and seems pleased to impart infor-

way, and seems pleased to impart infor-
nation.
One of the most interesting things to
note is the clearness with which the Mis-
souri, river flows on its course among the
Bad Lands, as the result of scientific purify
ing processes. It's waters are known to have
,, been very muddy several years ago, which
is presumed to have been partly the cause
of the extinction of an old city which
| once stood at the junction of the river with
the Mississippi. Indeed, there is tradi-
| ton that missouri was the ancient Indian
| term for muddy WATER though this does
not go without controversion, for, as the
| reporter learned at Winnipeg. there lived
prelate named Archbishop Tache toward
the end of the last century, who held a
theory that Missouri meant big
Souris," in contradistinction from the Lit
tie Souris Cor Mousse river of British
America, the prefix "Missi" siguifying
'big," as in Mississippi. But, however
this may be, the river is clear now, and not
even the submarine packets, daily plying
beneath the crystal food. bediH its soft
transparency.
Near the base of Turtle N ountain, on
the old international boundary line be-
tween the United States and British Amer
lea, is settlement Of odd people, as every
body knows, but not every body knows why
they are odd or what we're their antece-
dents. The Herald reporter called upon
them and learned that they styled them
selves Inguns, from which it is argued that
they are descendants Of the American In
jun or Indian. If SO, they are the only
remnant of that race on the face of the
earth. They live together with certain
mysterious hereditary rites, but are not
much different from other people except
in their tawny complexion and habit they
have of living as much as possible without
work.
The reporter was particularly interested
in crunbling ruin pointed out by the
conductor as the balloon sailed over the de-
serted village OF Grand Forks, Dakota.
amid its tangling walks and ruin'd
grounds stand the walls Of one of the
churches OF the old Christian religion,
And there, where Few torn shrubs the place
disclose,
The vii age preachers modest mansion rose.
Church and parsonage now are both as
sadly of the past and Of the past alone as
is the fine old superstition their faith was
founded on. The decayed and moss-grown
stones Of the one, with its arched windows.
through which once fell the mellow tints OF
stained glass on the heads OF worshipers
bowed IL prayer, are among the few SOL
emn testilneRials-no dotting the earth
to the noble struggle through which The
human mind has come to reach its present
freedom. How different that old audience
Of reverent devotees to man-made doc
trines from the worldwide congregation
OF to-day which long ago ceased to solve
the insoiuble, and rests content with the
dignity OF being part Of the infinite and
unknowable
On the return trip to Chicago the Her
old reporter had the pleasure Of the con-
pany of one of Chicago's most engaging
society ladies, who had been mp to Winni-
peg for a morning call, but on alight-
ing at his desk was disguised to
find that the proof sheets of this article.
all completed by pocketphone connection
some forty minutes before, had been
carried off by the eli editor, who had run
out for lunch with a gentleman in Pata-
gonia, so that it was necessary to squander
about seyenty-nine seconds Of reportorial
sS4C-a-day time in order 10 get the thing il
shape-and even then il could not be done
so as to have it printed before the twenty
seventh edition.
But it's all right now. The Herald never
gets iefu"-which is a slang expression
Of the past century found in the musty
files OF some of the Heroid's long ago de-
funct contemporaries.