Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-02-28
The 1mcricnn csto,sigqeSo,s fraud.

To the Editor of the Globe:
Some two months ago notice appeared
in the Dispatch about the way in which
young Englishmen and boys were enticed
to come to this country as farm pupils.
Now, being one Of them, should like to
state my experience to the st. Paul public
to show them how the thing is run.
I am eighteen and one-half years of age,
and not liking England, [ resolved to leave
home and try my luck in America, and so,
seeing an advertisement in the daily pa
psrs headed, Farming for the Sons Of
Gentlemen" went to see the parties, and
was told that by paying q premium Of
| $500 l could in one year become practi-
cal farmer in Wisconsin. They also had
| 1920 for my passage, and then [ had
clothes to buy, so it came to 500 in all.
They told me I should have to work as q
farmers son, but did not point out the diff
ference between an American and English
farmers son. My mother was much
against my going, but persisted, and on
the 10th of October, 1882, [ left happy
home for a country where did not know a
soul. came to Madison, Wisconsin, but
before arriving [ was informed of the diff
ference between the two farmers, and so
resolved not to go. told the agent, who
seemed a very nice man, that l preferred
to come to a city, which did, but many a
time l would have given another premium
to be back again, but l had not the face
to return to England to be laughed at as a
victim of INSCRIPTIONS men. Now, mine
is not single case, but there are at least
three dozen here in st. Paul. Thus they
prosper, and bring to grief many an inno-
cent youth. ONE or TIE CREW.
B0oty's chest.
The story Of "Booty's ghost is an old
one, and yet the comments made upon it
by Sir Sherston Baker in the United Service
Magazine are devoid neither of freshness
nor of interest. The narrative of this
remarkable apparition may be read in
| Neale's 'UnSeen World" in Ennemoser'S
History of Magic" and in variety of
other credulous collections of the wild, the
wonderful, and the incredible. AS the
story goes, in 1857 a Mrs. Booty brought
action for damages, which she estimated
at thousand pounds, against Captain
Barnaby for having asserted that he had
seen her deceased husband driven into the
Internal regions. The defendant replied
that ne had really seen that uncomfortable
event, and journal books were produced to
show that persons from three different
ships, whilst shooting rabbits at
Stromboli, all saw two men, one of whom
was sold Booty" run with superhuman
| sWiftness and finally rush into flames of
| fire at the mouth of the volcano, and so
disappear. OF course at the trial it was
|
| in two minutes of that of the death of the
deceased Booty, and as there we're some
thirty witnesses who saw his hasty
exit into Stromboli, the widow
lost her cause. This is an age of unbelief
and the various critical objections have
been raised to that withsswhich our plain
forefathers pointed a moral and adorned a
tale. The witnesses, we are told, swore to
the very buttons on Booty's coat, which is
creditable to their power of vision, as they
avered that his pace was twice as quick as
any living man could run. Then it is also
objected that if the geographical differ
ence of GraveSend and Stromboli
be taken into account, the impatient
old man must have leaped into the volcano
whilst he was still lying bedridden in Eng
| land. Sir Sherston Baker now assures US
that an action for SANDER can only be
brought by the person slsndered, and that
would be a legal impossibility for Booty's
widow to have done so. Ennemoser adds
to the documentary narrative of the trial
the signature of James H. and four judges,
none of whom could possibly have had any
connection with such trial. In fact it is
clearly Z case of modern forgery, and not
an authentic legal document st all. 1t is
a piece of ancient folk lore, which has been
dressed in a more modern costume by
some inventive person, whose ingenuity
has prospered by reason of that creGulity
and love of the marvellous which is COM
mon in every age. Itwas a very old belief
that the craters of volcanoes were so many
entrances to Hades. Thirteen centuries
ago it was asserted that the form OF
Theodore the Ostrogoth was seen, at the
instant of his death, to be plunged into the
burning crater of the island of Lipari
Clearly old Booty had succeeded to the in
heritance of the barbarian prince. In spite
of long possession Of these warm quarters
he is now served with notice to quit by Sir
| Sherston Baker, and there can be no doubt
as to the Judgment that must follow.
A Little Left for Depesitsrs.