Saturday press. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1880-1885, 1882-12-23
settlers saved their lives and the lives OF
their families. This was all.

the forest had fashioned into houses.
stables and waiting piles of fuel. Flow
ers and climbing vines fruit trees and
hopes big with promise of future reward
had been fostered and gave evidence of
successive annual reward, rs the years
should come and the years should go.
Such was the Grow river country the
day when the noble red man came down
for visit. He came with a whoop and
yell-a torch and n musket. To every
structure which would burn, he applied
the torch-houses, stables, stacks and
wood piles. Every living creature
human OF brute he appropriated and
hurried away. il they could not travel
death ended their probation. The sun
which rose 80 peacefully that morn,
went down upon scene OF awful, wan.
ton, savage waste and butchery. Tho
evening sky for miles around was lit
with blazing homes, stacks and sur
roundings. In the morning of the NOR
row the eye looked out upon waste.
Not house remained. Every home
destroyed-the crop, the labor and in
dustry Of the year swept away by the
torch of the savage incendiary.
THE CHARRED oATE-PosT
There is an eloquence about single OBJ.
lects which group does not possess. A
single lone tree-a single chain link-a
lone, single bird, and so on. In the tor
nado's track we have seen ere now
single broken, leafless trunk left upright,
where all else were PROSTATE of the
broad, heavy woodland. What an elo.
qnence in that broken, upright form.
What fury had it resisted. Shorn Of
it's life-its branches-it stood through
coming years a mute but eloquent wit
ness, testifying of the power Of the
storm.
Fifteen years after the awful events
mentioned above, we passed the spot
chosen by D., in 1857, for home.
One only silent witness remained to prove
that the home work had ever been
undertaken there-a silent, chsrred gate
post. There it stood, where twenty
years ago it was planted. The children
had passed it happily, peacefully-the
neighbors had gone in and out to that
home for five busy, tieeting years. Mr..
and Mrs. ID. had leaned upon it as
they looked out over their possessions,
and hope lit up their eyes with promise
of big reward in store. That gate-post
was an evidence of home care-of saving
during the season of over-production
against the season of non-production.
1t was bar to certain unbelievable
events. 1t protected the kitchen garden
the field crops-the home beyond. It
was an efficient factor in the farmer
settlers home. There it stood, speech
less, but eloquent. The charred re-
mains told OF fire. The fence had gone
down in the general holocaust with the
buildings and the home. There had
been no home there since. The fire
upon the hearth had never been re-
newed. Mrs. d. could never bring
her woman's heart to trust her little ones
where the red demons had come and
wrought such devastation.
OF all those years OF labor-creating
civilizing, home-making labor-when
we stood there, naught remained but
this gate-post. 1t testified of the hopes
that had been. of the fear, the bitter dis
appointment that then was. We looked
upon it, saw the fiend-ht fire which
snuffed out the home, saw the burning
dwellings up the river, saw the home
makers fleeing for their lives, saw tho
happy Corning home Of years agone,
saw and cursed in our heart OF hearts
the red demons who wrought the des-
truction.
An Indian makes no home plants, NO
gste-posts, INDUCES in no home-making
fancies. Vines never Chamber over the
porch by his planting. Highways, he
makes none path does him. He is .
pure Communist. The best the earth
has is for him. He takes it. When the
best which Was is gone. he takes the
next best. be it fish, aesh, buffalo, bear,
deer, coon or dog. He lsbors not he
destroys labor. Abandon Minnesota and
beyond TO the red man to-day, its high.
ways, villages, mills, its vast productive
power, and in the hands Of the red man
it would be desert in score Of years.
He would burn the towns to see them
burn, he would use the railroad grades
for scouting paths. The nonsense Of
civilization, he wants none of it.
THE REWARD OF HOPE A LABOR.
The pictures drawn in that home al
DIS, Corning, N. Y, almost thirty
years ago. have been more than realized.
The homes have grown-the farms de-
veloped = highways builded = county
formed-and within plain view OF the
farm OF L. G. Jewett, one of the painters
alluded to, has grown the rich village OF
Litchheld, railroad town OF several
thousands. Our sketches have no moral
other than absolute, unwrought fact
We might enter into details of the fight
at Forest City Tor dear life, lasting day
after day. We will only explain
that these events occurred during
the great Minnesota massacre. = Chica
90 Ledger.
RUNNING 4 CORNEk ~ RELIGION.