Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-09-13
An INDIAN STORY.

Our story opens in 1854 in the beau
tiful village of Corning, n. Y. A me-
chanic's home is in the center, and about
the hearth-fire there was frequent canvass
of the question of emigration. Minnesota
was then Territory. Wide ranges of
prairie, as beautiful as the sun ever shone
upon, invited settlcment-invited the
hand OF civilizing improvement, fashion
ing and Development The pictures of
what were imagined 10 be possibilities,
probabilities, and, by dint of industry and
labor, realities, fitted before the minds
eye Of our mechanic here and his whilom
boarders. The future looked glowing.
Broad fields, waving in remunerative
crops, rose before the imagination. Va
cant quarter-sectionsw were peopled, lines
Of highway were established. bridges
were constructed, school houses pro-
vided and homishing settlements es-
tablished upon those awaiting prairies.
Well do we remember those gorgeous
word Innings of our ideal artists. 1t
sounded to one, not in the spirit, vision
ary.-like wild dreams OF those bereft of
their senses.
D., whom we shall make prom
inent feature in this sketch, had
beautiful home. He was prosperous at
his trade, his wife was an industrious,
helpful woman, and two beautiful child
rem blessed his home and his hopes.
Not content with these, he visited
Minnesota. He trod those blooming
prairies, he Toasted his eyes on those
gorgeous landscapes, he built up proud
future in his mind for the then broad
Territory, and came home to infuse into
the minds of others somewhat of his
own enthusiasm and faith.
A party emigrated from Corning to
Minnesota in the spring Of "a. Well
do we remember the partings-the good
bys, the tears-bUt above all shone out
the confident hopes.
A MINNESOTA HOME.
4 hundred miles up the Crow river
there is 4 new home. It IS the home Of
the same Industrious hands, warm hearts
and hopeful spirits whom we met last
year il Corning, thousand miles away.
What a broad scene spreads out before
the eyes from this doorstep. 70 the
north the Crow river meanders, skirted
by thrifty groves Of deciduous timber
To the west and south stretch the prai-
richie material Of which American
farms are made-ready for the tread of
the labor saving machinery OF the pres
ent day.
The vision of home, formed and
talked over in the old home at Corning,
is here beginning to realize. The land
has been selected, breaking has
been done. Grain has been
sown, house has been built,
the road has been laid and the house
fronts it-a fence marks its outlines and
a handy gateway makes ingress and
egress convenient. Labor is gradually
developing the home, according to the
plan. Such homes form communities,
few communities form q county, few
counties form State.
An interval of few years passes.
The children are grown, the plan is yet
more fully developed, the road before
the house becomes a beaten high
way. The marks of iron-clad wheels
in beaten parallel lines are seen for miles
in the hither and the thither direction.
A fine flock of cattle and numerous
horses are peacefully grazing upon the
open prairie, comfortable independence
is smiling upon our brave heroes and
they are realizing their dream. Yea,
verify, yonder is the school-house, the
mill, the store, the shops, the postofice;
the vision is being verified, the grain
stacks are abundant, the hay ricks stand
waiting their season; all betokens provi-
dent thrift. Our heroes are working
their vision, their hopes. into reality.
In their reward they are happy and
content.
THE ALARM.
It struck like a tornado-the alarm.
Faces blanched, red lips whitened,
strong muscles weakened trelnbled.
Twas but word-one dire, awful word
1.-THE Sioux What where ?-Oh
no, it cannot be! They will not blast
such a scene-spread desolation and
want where now is such plenty
What agonizing moments between the
first note of alarm and the first pattering
drops of the reality. The heart beats
the eyes sweep everywhere; evidence is
sought, mayhap to corroborate, Or
blessed thought maybe to prove the
alarm mistake-a false alarm.
No, no, It's not false See adown the
river road the up-the-river settlers are
hurrying in squads, driving horses and
cattle as best they may, hurrying to the
county seat, where few miles away