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

come!
d. and his family Join the fleeing
nejghbors and unite at the county seat.
A stockade is here hastily constructed,
end by brave fighting the marauders are
Kept at bay. The fight is not part of
or story. 1t was like all Indian fights,
a series OF attempts to insnare, delude.
and finally to capture by siege. Our
settlers saved their lives and the lives of
their families. This was all.
THE DESERT.
For miles and niles the hand of in
dustry had impaired its magic touch to
the sleeping soil along the Grow, and it
had bloomed fruitfully. The timber of
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
bad been fostered and gave evidence of
successive annual reward, as 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 q whoop and
9 vell-a torch and musket. To every
structure which would burn, he applied
tie torch houses, stables, stacks and
wood piles. Every living creature
human OF brute-he appropriated and
Eui1ied away. il they could not travel
ieath ended their probation. The sun
w',:ch rose SO peacefully that morn,
WIT down upon scene of awful, wan
ion, savage waste and butchery. The
sv-Ging Sky for miles around was lit
ct. blazing homes, stacks and sur
lcuaainGs. In the morning Of the NOR
lo~ the eye looked out upon waste.
Not a house remained. Every home
destroye3-the crop, the labor and in
dustly Of the year swept away by the
torch of the savage incendiary.
THE CHARRED GATE-POsT.
There is an eloquence about single OBJ
lects which group does not possess. A
single lone tree-a single chain ink-a
lone, single bird, and so on. In the tor
nado's track we have seen ere now
single broken, leafess trunk left upright,
where all else we're PROSTATE of the
broad, heavy woodland. What an elo-
qGence in that broken, upright form.
What fury had it resisted. Shorn of
its life-its branches-it stood through
coming years 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 homework had ever been
undertaken there-a silent, charred 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, feeting years. Mr..
and Mrs. D. 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 production.
It WIS a bar to certain unbelievable
events. Il 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 Intoxicating,
civilizing, home-making labor-when
we stood there, naught remained but
this gate-post. It testified of the hopes
that had been, of the fear, the bitter dis
appointment that then was. We looked
upon it, saw the fend-lit fire which
snufed out the home, saw the burning
dwellings up the river, saw the home
makers fleeing for their lives, saw the
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
gate-posts, INDUCES in no home-maklng
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 aOGs is gone, he takes the
next best, be it fish, flesh, buffalo, bear,
deer, coon or dog. He labors not he
destroys labor. Abandon Minnesota and
beyond to the red man to-day, its high
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