Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-08-13
saltwater Correspondence of the Chicago Inter
Ocean.

AT the crest OF beautiful bluff over
hanging the st. Croix river, in the center
of grove of naples covering an entire
block, sits the residence of the Hon. D. M.
Sabin, elected last winter to the seat VIM.
Window had so long occupied in the senate
of the United States. A beautiful house it
is, blessed with everything that makes life
comfortable, full of warm hearts and
cordial hospitality, elegant and unpreten-
tious, luxurious and refined. Under the
brow of the same bluff on the branch of
the river, filled with floating logs,
is the immense manufactory of cars
and agricultural implements of
which the new senator is the
principal owner and active manager.
Here is long brown building, four stories
high, at one end of which enter iron and
logs; and from the other are drawn rail-
road cars, complete and perfect, at the rate
of ten day. At one point the wheels are
cast, and the drawing bars forged; at an
other point the oaken logs are sawed and
trimmed and dressed. A little farther on
the wheels are set upon rails, axles of
wrought iron are coupled to them, and
they are rolled along to the next gang of
workmen who rivet timbers upon them to
make truck; then they go a little farthsr
to another gang who build upon them the
frame work, and so they pass on from one
department to another until they reach the
painters, who dress them in dull red, and
shove them out to take their place among
the thousands of common carriers" that
transport our beef from Montana, and our
bread from the bonanza farms of Dakota.
FASCINATING SAW MILL.
This is one branch af Senator Sabin's
business, and he gives it his personal
oversight, building train of freight cars
every day.
Up and down the river are immense saw
mills, in which he has much capital in
vested, and with the management of which
he has more or less to do. They are curl
GUS affairs. these saw mills, and the last
places in the world where one would go to
find destinations, but it was hard to leave
the one I visited to-day. Like the canter
of COW, saw mill is usually synonym
for grotesqueness, but if there is ever
beauty in mechanism, or luxury in the
economy of labor, it is found here. There
is nothing grotesque about it; the saw
mill is as complete as sewing machine,
and challenges admiration like a Corliss
engine.
The logs come down the river from
the Minnesota and Wisconsin pineries and
are gathered in "boom." At the foot of
the ''boom" stands a man with long pike
in his hand, and he coaxes them (the logs)
one by one into sort of nest of thorns,
made of spiked chains, like a barb wire
fence. Those chains are endless and re-
volve around two wheels. They catch the
logs in their nerveless fingers and carry
them up the incline into the saw mill
Here they are grasped by a trap, tossed
upon a moving platform, and carried
to cluster of saws, which rips them into
boards in about the time it takes to tell it.
The boards then slide down a parallel in
cline to the river again, where they are
piled into RATS and foated down the Mis-
sissisippi to market. In
SLOW AND SOLEMN PROCESSION,
the rusty, dripping logs follow one an
other from the river to the saws, but in a
swift and reckless way the boards slide
back again. They are gone only about
fifteen minutes, for it takes that time to
make the round trip, and convert log in
to boards.
The sides and ends are made into lath
and shingles, all under the same roof, and
there is nothing wasted but the bark and
sawdust, which is carried by an automatic
| arrangement like that used to lift grain
| into elevators) into furnace, where it is
| burned, not as fuel, but as waste, which
cannot otherwise be gotten rid of.
Tons upon tons of sawdust are burned
in this manner every day. Some time it
will be utilized. In fact, an ingenious IN
ventor is now mixing it with resin and
molding it into bricks for fuel, but it
| scarcely pays, for where sawdust is plenty
wood is generally cheap, and it costs as
much to mold it as it does to mine coal.
| Across the street from Senator Sabin's
car shops is the Minnesota penitentlary,
the present home of the Younger brothers,
who are the permanent guests of the state,
| In 1876 they attempted to commit some of
their Missouri depredations in this state
entered bank atNorthfelj after the close
of business hours, and murdered the cash
Ter because he would not open the vaults
| They were pursued, finally captured after
a bloody fight, and hanging not being one
of Minnesota's virtues, they were sentenced
to the penitentiary for life-three of them
| Coleman, James, and Robert.
THE YOUNGER BOYS IN PRISON.
saw them to day in the work shops.
The three were in the same room with one
other prisoner, and an armed guard.
Coleman, the Oldest, the man who was
lieutenant of Quantrelrs desperate and
bloody guerrillas, is short, solid looking
man of forty-fve years, bald, and, of
course, clean shaven. He sat on a stool in
his striped suit, lacking wire cloth upon a
frame that looked like widow screen
but was really intended for sitting the
chaff from the wheat in a threshing ma
chine.
James, the second in years, tall, we'll
framed, fine looking man, was mailing
leather strips to rack, which is used as
part of the same apparatus.
Robert, the Youngest and best looking OF
the three, man about thirty. with a fine
face ana clear eye, was engaged with the
| superinte dent in soma mathematical cal
culations, showing long columns of figures
written upon large sheet of paper.
They are all bright looking men of IN
usual Intelligence, and capable of doing a
better class of work than that upon which
they were engaged, but they are kept sep
arate from the other prisoners and watch