St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-07-01
MR., HULL'S VACATION
How He Sought Rest in a
Lake Train One After
noon,
Also on a Boat, Behind a Prom
ontory and Else
where.
A Vision Of a Saw Mill and a
Sensation Of WEAKNESS
Rolled Into One.
Coming Home to Rest Up at
the Old Store for a
While.

On MY VACATION, Two MILES FROM
THE DEPOT, LATE IN JUNE.-To My
Former Friends: / am on my va
cation now. l shall be home in
week to rest up, and then l
may tell you all about it, but at
present 1 can only write you in the most
sketchy, blase way my impressions of a
vacation. L left my home in the city
two weeks since, feeling pretty blue. l
had carried a heavy burden on my
shoulders every day, and at night lay
down on sleepless pillow. my
brows aching an ache that no
Japanese menthol cure would mon
key with at all. 1 was keeping
books in shooting gallery, and my du-
ties and responsibilities were such that
my liver and bacon called tor a cessa-
ton of hOstilities. / cannot tell you
what other people want, whether
wealth, power, Office or prominence; but
as for me, needed rest. l yearned for
1t in maddening manner. Every man
who has kept books in shooting gal
lery will follow me unless he reads this
article and sheers off before it is too
late. Let them follow me at respect
full distance. l am now on my
vacation. l am carrying an overgrOwn
and low-browed satchel to the train.
Somehow do not feel rested. My
cause | am minute late for the train.
There will be another train in half an
hour, but somehow l do not think of
that in my anxiety to begin my vaca-
ton. There are several other people
in the train. They all look jaded, all
keeping books, all seeking rest; all
have satchels. They hurry, they rush.
they jam one another in the ribs,
they perspire freely and open the
car windows on the smoky side, and
perSpire some more. PerSpiratiOn and
satchels are the chief ornaments of the
car. Miunetonka is reached. We all
grab our satchels, and, leaving our per-
spiration wherever it happens to fall,
rush from the train. Rest was just
ahead, and the first man to stick the
tail on the mule would get it all. Funny
that none of us thought of sitting down
to rest, or Of calling a messenger boy to
show us how resting was done. But we
didn't. We climbed on board boat and
hauled our personal effects to the upper
deck to see the pilot and exchange the
compliments of the season with him !
then down again to the ground floor, or,
rather, the water floor, to examine it's
works. Meanwhile the boat was watt
ing us toward haven of rest, one war
ranted to keep all summer. We arrived.
at an hotel. 1t was on high bank
They put up there to keep the fish out
of the kitchen, the fishing was so fine,'
so the landlord said. The landlord was
a pleasant man, and charged us.
all to make ourselves comfort
able. He also charged us So
day in advance. and seemed
to take no notice of our baggage. Rest
did not come that day. There was so
much new territory to explore, and the
mosquitoes came in such fraternal num-.
bers to pay their respects. Their greet
ing was warm and sincere, and vein of
humor pervaded the somewhat incisive.
remarks they made about the folly of
city life. They staid late and seemed
10th TO leave, even when we put out the
lights and retired. Rest did not
abound that night. The next day
we went fishing, hoping to
find him. but he had Just gone to town
on half-hollday to lay an underground
conduit or engage in some other light
employment. The next day there was
picnic on the grounds, and although
UOll ilO w DO UllOlOs W. Iul0SCu
him again. Tired, but not in the least
discouraged, we rose early on the next
day and went sailing, assured of finding
him ON the other side of the
island. | think we should have
succeeded this time. but the
wind went down and we were
so delayed rowing the yacht across the
lake that he escaped again. Personally,
l began to feel little disheartened
after this, and the next night [ dreamed
that was in heaven. 1t was not the
regulation heaven of "Uncle Toms
Cabin" but a sort of a vision of saw
mill, in which l was carrying four-by-
tours from a gang saw. Perhaps it was
not heaven, but it seemed like restful,
quiet place. need not detail the vain
efforts l have made to discover the haven
of rest: l have not the strength any
way. 1t has eluded me like wiIl-o'-the-
wisp. 1t is always before me like a
floating mirage. seek it in the woods
and run into mosquito settlement. I
chase it through picnic ground and
come away full of WEAKNESS and pie.
Mp mind and body have become faded
with the effort. / can no longer even
picture it with clearness, and I thus &C
count for the absurd dream I had, in
which l mistook saw mill for heaven.
am going to give it up and return
home by the first freight train. Meet
me with club. FraternalIy YOURS.