St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-08-13
ON BIG STONE LAKE.
A Lonely Summer Resort, and in
a Good Fruit Region, With a
Few Mosquitoes.


Few Mosquitoes.
Special to the Globe.
Surfeited with the spent up Utica of
the town, your correspondent availed
himself of aninvite to camp awhile with
quartette of young folks, consisting of
Prof. VarneY, principal of the High
school. and wife. all from Browns Val
ley. We have pitched our tents at Bow
mans beach, on the eastern shore of
the lake, nearly midway between the
above named "hyphen city, and Orion
vile. Under these oaks and lindens,
in sight of the blue water, and in hear
ing of its musical waves,
WHAT Is MORE BEAUTIFUL?
What is more invigorating than the
odOr-laden winds and the silent sun
shine filtering through the green cur
tains overhead? We swing and dream
by day in our hammockS: we skim over
the lake in our light canoe; we fish and
laugh over the misfortune of pickerel
and bass: we hunt for places along the
sandy shore, and if there is anything in
''faith-cure" we ought to find solace;
we throw off all care of business, ''let
the world wag," and gain pound
day, ard such appetites, such fun, such
song singing O'nlghtS when the incense
whole army of mosquitoes.
Wonder if the ancestral gods of the
dusky tribes who once tented in these
woods are attracted hither? for we feel
very Indiany, and now and then a war
whoop "whistles ITSELF"
Our host here is sole proprietor of the
Bowman Print Farm" 1t is so en-
vironed with bluffs and trees, he is
MAKING SMALL FRUITS
and orcharding success. But for
devastating hail storm two years ago,
his apple and crab trees would now be
bearing prolific crop. Doubtless the
humidity of the winds blowing across
the lake and through the forest are
help to success. This experience is in
deed encouraging to other farmers.
What is wanted is simply the right en-
VlrOnment, selection and care, and our
Northwest can be made the
GREAT CENTER OF FRUIT.
SUPPLY of the very best qualities, paying
farmers much better than any other
farm industry.
Your correspondent took trip yester-
day down the lake to Foster, romantic
little burg, eighteen miles up from Or
tOnville, and watering place fast
growing into favor. Here is a hotel,
M. [. Matthews proprietor, capable of
well-filled with merry company of
men and women, boys and girls, most of
them from Missouri. In Mr.. Matthews
garden are not less than fifty
APPLE AND CRAB TREES
if full grown sizes, bearing heavi ",
some of them of the standard sort. One
of the 'MotherS in Israel" lives here
Mrs. Mary G. Peterson, post mistress,
Maud postoffice, and she and her soldier
husband keep the hotel, harness
store" A clean bed and well cooked
breakfast were guarantees of comfort to
the writer. There is no reason to doubt
that this point will increase in popu-
larity as place of summer resort. Such
fishing grounds for pickerel and bass;
such flocks of prairie chickens beyond
the bluffs awaiting their patriotic
myrtyrdom"; such multitudes of n
FAT DUCKS AND GEESE IS
in the early fall. And then the springs
sides, some of them possessing iron and
sulphur qualities; and the Indian trails
crossing over the coolies and down to.
the shore; and the wild vine bowers, and
swings, and sail boats, and such rOllick-
ing IN wind and wave! The perspective
from the crests of the bluffs resembles
that of the Mississippi. The lake is thirty
two miles long, averaging one mile and
quarter wide; it rests in a deep
trough,whOse scalloped sides are bound
ed with dark forests, those of the east
being the more attractive. The steamer
Big Stone City plies up and down these
waters. Crops in this vicinity are med
ium only, having suffered much from
the late drouth; but the heads of the
grain are plumply filled to the tips.