The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1888-03-15
LIFE IN MINNESOTA.
Pleasant "reminiscences Concernln: It's
Cool, Shady Climate.


Cool, Shady Climate.
My attention has been called BY some
thing L have seen in the papers to the
cool. shady climate enjoyed by the State
OF Minnesota during several months of
the year. l spent the early part of nv
life in the State. and listened manv
thousand times to the statement con-
corning the dry air. Perhaps my earliest
remembrance is of the doctor standing
over the cradle and looking down at
me. ''Of course" said the physician,
'he IS squint-eyed and red-headed in
the extreme. but our fine. dry atmos-
phere will bring him out all right"
The people of Minnesota have never.
as class, lost their enthusiasm on the
subject OF the dry air and the impossi-
bility of feeling the cold. Some indi-
vlduals have. of course. lost some of
their ardor, but the people as a whole
remain true. Irefer above particularly
to man l once saw get up in a public
meeting to speak in eulogistic terms Of
the dry air. He had just opened his
mouth to begin. when long, gray
streak of it happened to come in the
key-hole and freeze his mouth open, so
that it was necessary to pat MS head in
the oven to thaw it out.
This booming the dry air is discourage
ing work, but still the hardy Minnesota
pioneers keep on. Nothing daunts
them. 4 member of the Legislature
rises in his place to introduce bill de-
claring Minnesota a winter resort, only
TO find his teeth frozen together. But
the bill is eagerly seized by the nearest
member and passed.. and becomes a
law.
They know no such word rs fail. The
rugged Minnesota editor sits in his
Office, and while the dry air whistles
around the corner and blows the old
pair Of pantaloons out of the broken
window-pare. he writes an article on
Cool, Dry. Minnesota Weather versus
Southern Rain and Slush."
There. amid the roar of the crisp, dry
blizzard, surrounded by the howl of the
business manager for more coal on the
fire, hemmed in by the harsh rasping
of the surgeons saw as he amputates
the frOst-bitten right leg of the city edi-
tOr-there, repeat. with an ice palace
to the right of him and Il tOboggan slide
to the left of him, and amid the squeak
ing Of the mercury in the thermometer
as it sinks to still lower depths. sits the
vigorous Minnesota editor writing an
editorial on Frost and Health, rs OPP
posed to Malaria and Death"
Several years ago Il man by the name
of Johnson came out to Minnesota.
He had never had any experience with
but the people all assured
him if he was ever caught out in such Il
storm he wanted to hang on to tree if he
could find one. There were so many trees
growing up in the country now. they said
that the storms had lost much of their
force. They told him anybody could find
MS way in a storm if he could only
ret to some trees. Shortly afterwards,
while large bluish-gray blizzard was
earring about the country. this man
lad occasion to go to neiGhbor' place |
l mile or so distant. With Il calm.
faith which it was beautiful to
zee Mr.. johnson cut down n couple of
mall fruit trees. took them under his
I'm, and walked out into the unknown.
rackless storm. After he had wandered
hree days and three nightshc ran onto
IN agent for a nursery frozen stiff and
With over hundred trees in his wagon.
Then Mr. johnson lost faith in trees
nd lay down beside the AGENT II
jarruth, i7s Chicago Tribune.