The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1888-04-05
LIFE IN MINNESOTA.
Pleasant "reminiscences Concerning Tts
Cool, Shady Climate.

Cool, Shady Climate.
My attention has been called by some
thing / have seen in the papers to the
cool, shady climate enjoyed by the State
Of Minnesota during several months Of
the year. Ispent the early part of my
life in the State. and listened many
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-
viduals have. of course, lost some of
their ardor, but the people as a whole
remain true. Irefer above particularly
to u man l once saw get up in a public
meeting to speak in eulogistie terms of
the dry air He had just opened his
mouth to begin, when II long, gray
streak of it happened to come in the
key-hole and freeze his mouth open, so
that it was necessary to put his head in
the oven to thaw it out.
This booming the dry air is discourag-
ing work, but still the hardy Minnesota
pioneers keep on. Nothing daunts
them. A member of the Legislature
rises i'll his place to introduce bill de-
claring Minnesota winter resort, only
to find his teeth frozen together. But
the bill is eagerly seized by the nearest
member and passed, and becomes II
| law.
They know no such word as-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-pane, 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 raspine
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 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 man by the name
of johnson came out to Minnesota
He had never had any experience with
billiards, but the people all assured
him if he was ever caught out in such {
storm he wanted to hang on to tree if h,
could find one. There were so many tree
growing up in the country now, they saie
that the storms had lost much of thei
force They told him anybody could fine
his way in storm if he could onl,
get to some trees. Shortly afterwards
while large bluish-gray blizzard wa
tearing about the country, this maj
had occasion to go to a neighbor's plac
mile or so distant. With calm
childlike faith which it was beautiful t.
see Mr.. johnson cut down a couple o
small fruit trees. took them under Iii
arm, and walked out into the unknown
trackless storm. After he had wandere'
three days and three nightshe ran ont
an agent for nursery frozen stiff ant
with over hundred trees in his wagon
Then Mr.. johnson lost faith in tree
and lay down beside the AGENT Il
Carruth, in Chicago Tribune.