Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-01-16

The following letter from T. L. " aA0-
man. northwestern manager and CORES
pondent of the Louisville COmier-JourndL
is clipped from recent number OF that
paper. Much has been written of the
beauties of Minnesota summers and this
tribute to the beauty of our winters will be
read with interest by readers of the GLOBE.
Correspondence of the Courier-J ourlal.
ST.. Paul. Jan. Al look upon it as the
one great treat of the year to come into
this wonderful Northwestern country for
nv holiday vacation, not when the sum-
mer Is upon the land, and Minnesota re-
so Is swarm with Eastern and Southern
people, but when mid-winter has laid its
icy hand very firmly upon hill and valley,
forest and stream. 1t is then,
of all other times and
places, that one gets new life
and strength, when the blood tfngles and
leaps upward as the temperature crawls
downward; when every breath you breathe
and every step you take adds citation to the
whole being. I wish 1 could put in rhythmic
numbers what is felt and known to the
inner being up here where the billiards. are
supposed to originate; and l don't believe
there is another place on earth where there
is such q general climatic lntoxlcatlon IN
living as right here in these
MINNESOTA WINTERS.
What ioyousness is in them, though! On
every hand is plenty-plenty OF that moth
or of goodness as we'll as good cheer. NO
people else are so broad buttOcked, broad
breasted and broad-faced, with smiles, as
these Minnesota people. There Is an ever
lasting air of your well feed, well clad, well
housed and environed look about them;
and II these rare winter times one coming
from out the grind and smirch of the great
cities finds new and joyous life every
where. Pictures of prosperous cd New
England homes, and of the blue grass
fresides, there be in the books out here
Won have the wealth of one and the lordly
courteousness of the other in an empire of
happy homes!
Day or night everywhere the riotous
songs of the sleigh bells, a never ending
chorus of mirth and gladness. Day or
night the old fashioned, though in this new
land, ''bee" and party" and trout" Day
and night all that in the richest bounteous-
ness of a kind heaven makes the heart
warm. the spirit glad, the life rounded and
complete. Day and night and night and
day, plenty, prosperity and peace.
Why, this is an idyllic land and an idyl-
lie DeoDle. so near have their conditions
come to the perfect ones of the dreamers'
dreams. and the pain there is in 1t, to him
coming to it and looking upon 1t, lies only
in turning back to the sickening drudgery
of the other kind of life so many of US are
compelled to live.
l don't believe 1 am any exception to
others coming here from long way OF
and drinking in this strange recreation.
To me, even above and beyond the horizon
of my birth, it is always the same-the air
is elixir; the sunrise painters dream; the
day a revelation; the sunset Gods open
windows to heaven.
And so it is in my heart ever and always
to tell others about it. We're [ poet, L
should make tender and true songs about
it. Being only what an, thank heaven
that / can come here, in those recurring
cycles, and drink deep draughts of 1t.
Who has not in these winter days every
where, as the day came, seen above the
clustered village homes, or creeping up
ward from the half-hid farmhouse, the
curling smoke that told of the renewal OF
toll and duty, of warmth and cheer? Here,
as nowhere else, this slender thread of blue
points straight as needle to the zenith,
and no vision can compass its altitude.
Who has not, of a winter morning,
paused in the echo of his own
footsteps and awakened to the
sense of minute sounds about him, when
all was still? Here, as never is elsewhere
heard, the whole earth and air quickens,
and doubles and repeats until you are
athriu with invisible presences, and it
seems that all outdoor life is atuned that
Won NAV hear its nearness. Who has not,
of winter nights, turned from the thought
or whim of the moment and looked God IN
the face through the stars? Let that ex-
perience-and it is a good one-come to
you here, and you feel that these glowing
orbs have never before been revealed to
you.
But leaving all this which comes to one
as an individual and undefnable revelation
and getting closer to material things to be
here and see, from time to time, the
MATERIAL PROSPERITY
of this empire of the Northwest tends to a
larger and broader idea of our whole
country. No one who has not watched its
growth for years can by any possibility
form a proper conception of the marvel
Gus strides which are making in every di-
rection. Not only for the last quarter
century have the best people of the East
and South-Minnesota is full of Southern
people, and, as in Illinois and notably in
Chicago, they have brought here some
thing more than the abstract occupation of
space-but the continual immigration of
of great colonies of the best brain and
Drawn FRONT among the middle classes
Europe land here is something for those
who have the material development of the
South at heart to reflect upon) is wonder
and marvel in itself. Here, with the
thermometer at from ten to twenty de-
grses below zero, they are still pouring in.
And so it goes all winter long.
BISHOP IRELAND's VIEWS.
I asked Bishop Ireland how he accounted
for it all.
''Why," said he, "these immigrants who
arrive here at the rate of from one to six
car loads daily, and who are all destined
for remote points hundreds of miles north
west of here in Minnesota, Dakota and
Manitoba, come all along through this
vigorous winter weather for several rea.
sons. The principal one is they are less
liable in their trip across the oceon to be
herded like cattle in the Storage; rates are
also made somewhat cheaper to them; and
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