Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-07-09
60 TO THE DAKOTA.
Where Winter and Flannels and
Blankets Linger.
A Land Wind-SWept and Lake.
Gemmed, by DOnan.
Fargo ID. IT, Republican. JuIz1.

:. A hundred suustrokes in a day in
New York. Thermometer standing
at hundred and two in the shade in
st. Louis, and higher still in Nashyi lie
and Little Rock. Street car mules
and horses falling as if dead in their
tracks. Ninety degrees at midnight
Sweltering and sweat ell over the
country.
The heat, the heat, the terrific, roasting,
sinner-siekening heAs.
Inc pavements are all Kissing hot, the sky
above is brazen.
ana every head as good as dead the sun can
set his rays on;
The lean, lank looking skeletons. 90 stalking
pale and gloomy;
Ihe fat, like red-hot tryin 2. pans send hotter
tancies through me;
l wake from dreams Of pelar ice, on which
I've been a slider;
Like hshes dreaming Of the sea and waking In
the Spider"
Whe-e.ewl whewl Fucker YOUR
mouth by three weeks diet of alum
or green persimmons, and whistle that
Whe e-ew whewl Blue blazes of
the Great Sahara; Nebuchadnezzar's
fiery skillet; Shadrach, Meshach and
Abednego; flaming birthstone showers
o. Sodom and Gomerrah; Vesuvius
Htna, Stromboli and Popocatapetl
bubbiing witch chalirons and exaspe-
rated bald hornets nests; smoking,
Sizing, scorching home of the great
patron saint of most American states
men and statesmanship-how hot it is!
Dog days 10 June with forty furnace
power vim and vengeance. Unless
the people speedily begin to send bet
ter men to State and National legisla-
turesit will be dog days all the year.
Hotl So hot that my blood boils with
10 me till my hat dances on my head
like an infuriated teak ettle lid. I can
hear my soul sloshing around like a
teacupiul Of scalding grease every time
| move.
Oh, for a chunk of the worlds cold
charities to slip into my seething
bosom before my gizzard is totally
cooked. Oh. for the bleak winds Of
adversely to fan my blistering brow,
And oh, for chance to dip my tongue
of parched and cracking leather into
the dark, chilly waters Of the dreaded
Jordan. Oh, for the frost of years
and the SHOWS OF old age. Oh, for the
touch OF an icy hand, or the freezing
glance of naughty damsel eye Oh,
for flower garden of polar bears,
and sunless grove of Alaska Ice.
bergs. Oh, for a cave in Kamschat-
ka, hundred and sixty acre home-
stead of Spitsbergen frigidity, an ice
gemmed grotto in the basement story
Of the aurora borealis. Oh, for a blue
nose and pair of frostbitten heels.
Oh, for anything cool and cooling,
from mint julip or teeth rafting
tertlan ague to cup of cold poison OF
a section OF japanese frozen hell.
Hot! Talk of Indian widows con
sumed on their husbands funeral
piles, instead of drawing their ten
thousand dollar life insurance poll
cies, and marrying other fellows in
six months, as they do in more en-
| lightened lands. Talk of hapless
babes devoured by Molock's horrid
flames, instead Of being reared to sport
side whiskers, eye glasses, bobtailed
coats and plug hats, psniers, dyed
hemp chignons. Grecian bend gals
tiers and GainsbOrough hats, as in
Christian realms. Talk of missiona-
ries, tender and toothsome, barbecued
by the dusky descendants of the
Queen of Sheba on the banks of the
gently rolling Zamhesi or the sportive
Niger. Talk of Nero Illuminating
Rome'with kerosene soaked Episto
palians. Talk of pagan hecatombs and
hOlocausts. But psh.sh sh.sheW!
They all dwindle into the little end of
nothing, whitfield down and polished
off with pulverized rotten
stone. Here, in free America,
In the last quarter of the nine.
tenth century, amid all the blaze of
gospel light and liberty, fifty millions
of men, women and children are being
slowly but surely roasted, broiled,
stewed, fried, iricaseed and dished up
in ell the styles of sinner cookery
known to culinary othodoxy. From
Maine to California and from MINES
sofa to Mexico, the whole continent is
one vast, sizzling, red hot bake oven,
with sky OF glowing brass for a lid,
and every brick and cebblestone
cleaning coal. Simmer! sizz ~ ~!
roll pitchl bubble uble-ublel Whizz.
hiss-ss ssl Hist Hear it. A whole
mighty Nation, with a big, big N,
cooking, cook, cook, cooking. at once
Hot! Purgatory would not be much
change of climate. Every thermome.
ter from Cape Cod to Corpus Christi
has kicked the top out, and boiled
over like the Arkansaw doctors
patient who took twelve white
and twelve blue seidIitS powders
separately. Fat aid ladies are daily
dipped up in ladies on all the city
thoroughfares, and borne away in
tubs to adjacent ice cream saloons to
be remeulded and frozen over. Boots
are often found in the streets all