The Dickinson press. (Dickinson, Stark County, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1883-1927, 1884-03-01
There is Room Enough For All.

Countless thousands of weary.
hopeful pilgrims will take up their
line of march toward this great land
of promise when the first soft zephyrs
of spring fan away the frosts of win
ter, and here they will find homes and
lifelong prosperity awaiting them.
Dakota stretches out like an almost
limitless sea upon every hand. and
there is scarcely an acre of land with
in her broad domain that will not
yield to the sturdy settler golden
harvest if touched by the magic ILL
fuences Of the cleaning plow. One
is at times tempted to think that the
all-wise God in His great wisdom
caused certain influences to prevent
the settlement of this grand north
western empire until the surging mil
lions began to jostle each other in the
older states, and then, to relieve the
pressure, threw wide open the well
coming gates and cried aloud unto
such as were not comfortably stu
ated in the east to gather together
their wives and families and herds
and household idols and come in and
occupy the fairest land that ever re.
flected back His gracious smiles from
its rich and productive bosom. The
moccasin tracks of the red man have
scarcely become cold ere they are OBJ
liberated with the flashing plow, and
the hum of the reaper now re.echoes
in pleasing harmony adown the val
leys that erstwhile heard no sound
but the yell of the savage.
That the rush to Dakota in the
early spring will be great one, no
one can doubt. If we read the signs
of the times Alright it will come as
comes the food, covering the land
with settlers in it's impetuous march,
rising higher with each rolling wave
until it covers all the broad bosom Of
the northwest with sturdy settlers
whose strong arms shall cultivate the
soil and pile their golden harvests in
to the great commercial marts of the
world.
1--WE hear tho tread Of pioneers,
OF nations yet to be,
The first low wash of waves where soon
Shall roll human sea-"
1t is coming from the east and from
the south; from the sunny shores of
Italy and from the vine-clad slopes of
France; from the crowded marts of
England and from the oppression.
cursed confines of the Emerald Isle;
the sturdy German joins the rolling
flood and the highlands and lowlands
OF Scotland pour their thousands into
the grand Dakota-bound phalanx; the
dweller in the romantic hills of Swift
zerland sounds farewell note upon
his alpine horn and faces toward the
great land of promise, and the Dane
the Norwegian, the Swede, the Rus.
sian, the Welshman-in short the op:
pressed and poverty -pinched people
of every cline beneath the rays of
heavens sun are looking toward us
with eager, hopeful eyes as they pack
together their worldly goods and bid
farewell to the land of their birth
Even the almond-eyed, idol-worship-
ing Chinaman glances with his cut
bias eyes in this direction, with envy
in every look, and wishes he could
come too.
There is room enough for all. We
could almost camp the world upon
our lovely prairies and arabic slopes,
and the productions of our incom.
parable soil would feed the universe
To all we bid a cordial welcome.
There are homes here awaiting all,
and they will be cordially greeted at
our eastern gate and welcomed to
peace and prosperity without regard
to color, race, religion, previous con-
dition Of servitude or political opin-
ions. Come on and help us build up
a grand state that will one day raise
it's proud crest to the very skies and
tower aloft, the wonder and envy of
the whole civilized world.-Bismarck
Tribune.