Morning journal and courier., 1889-09-21

Sunday he got mighty tu, an goln' along home across the meadows struck up his
 he was elimbin' the stile up comes bull, |. mad at his singin', an tossed Davie over
 into the road, an stood there pawin' and | bellowin'. Davie was mad. Up he jumped, crazy from the insult, an shakin' his fist | at the bull, which kept on bellowin' an | roarin', yelled at his supposed rival 'Oh,
 aye, soun' yer doot-soun' yer dooI Ye ! may be guid fechter, but ye canna sing notel' I was just like that bull about l
 both fghtin' an singin'
 s'Well, gettin' the singin' folks together in the little parlor of Richard O'Neil's I public house, opposite King Williams stat- |
 ue, I set my eyes on one wee lass they 1
 called Joan Carfrae. She was book fold 1
 er's apprentice, from Paisley, an sung in |
 tarian church. She was the best singer O 1
 lem also I thought, anyhow. got @ l
 hangin' around her, an sort e elingin' to l
 her; an, well, when I had the price set on
 my head. she found me where I was hid
 in' an when told her I'd got to set up American barrels the rest of my life, an ventured that t'would be pretty lonesome business without my bonnie singin'-bird round the shop, she just sung me little Scotch song that meant she'd go, too, an, God bless her, she didl' The political cooper criminal and the boek-folder's apprentice were married on March 18th, 1S40, and some good friends, I among them old Neil Murphy, got them | safely aboard the bark Kent, which sailed 1 from Glasgow on April 9th, following; Pinkerton shipping as the vessels cooper, ! and his wife taking steerage passage; but l their story becoming known to the cabin passengers they were given snug apart | ments as man and wife. The participants l in the Chartist movement were all granted pardon and amnesty by the British Grown | in 1856; but the world-famous detective I only returned once to his native land. This was in 1870, in company with 'auld Robbie Fergus" noted, and the first, public printer of Chicago. The two were old oronies from boyhood. Among the places they visited to recall old days in sort
 of larking spirit was Glasgow police head
 quarters.
 "After bit O solemn wait," auld Robbie
 Fergus told me when describing the incl
 dent, "Chief Miller, who was a Classy de-
 tective in the forties, comes in. He sets
 doom an eyes PenkeFton an Penkerton eyes him back again. You're auld Penkerton,
 says Miller. An you're auld Miller,' says
 Penkerton. 'Oh, ave- says Miller, an Pen
 kerton, mon, I'm glad to see ye. But I
 mind the time I'd been more glad, an ye
 slipped my fingers, dom yer buttonsp Then
 Penkerton yelled, an Miller yelled, an they
 stopped ain anither's backs until ye'd 8 |
 But sailing away on the Kent did not end
 the young couples romantic experiences.
 On May 9th, month lacking day from the time of their sailing, the Kent was wrecked
 on Sable Island, off Nova Scotia, the crew
 and passengers with a few of their effects
 being saved. By fishing smack they were
 1 taken to Aspy Bay, where the Unicorn, of Quebec, changed mails with the Brittaina,
 one of the first English steamers across the
 Atlantic. They were helped from here to Montreal, where the cooper got work head 7 ing beef barrels, and the couple soon got te housekeeping famously in one room. Soon , members of the coopers' union informed him
 1 this job would shut down at certain date and, to take the narrative from his own lips l when he was once endeavoring to illustrate to me what trihes shape human affairs, '1
 all at once made up my mind to jump for the thriving little oity of Chicago. After buy. ing tickets we had no money left The steamer was goin' that very afternoon. That wee wife O mine came and confessed she had 8 milliners'; that 1t couldn't be got for the 1 charges; and pitifully pleaded that we wal 3 the next boat, week later, that money , might be earned and that pesky bonnet got. } } I roared like anything, but let her have hel way. We got the bonnet, but Pm ateard 3 made that wee woman's life little short o e hell, till news came in 8 few days that the boat we were first going on blew up and eve 1 ry soul on board was lost. An tell ye my ? ? little song-singin' wife had her way sbou ;, | bonnets ever since!"
 Arrived at Chicago their fate for tim r was much the same as that of so many un - sophisticated emigrants in e new country - The unfortunate couple were lured across th v dreary prairies to Warsaw, Illinois; robbed s of everything they possessed; but suooeede ,t in walking back to Chicago, where goo O "auld Robbie Fergus" was found. He gay !. them shelter and divided his own scrimpe v food with them. A little work was got b # Pinkerton at his trade of Lill, the first Chi 1t cago malster. But they were rueful day ,r these. This was in the summer of 1S42. . n temperance revival, conducted by hercu # lads with marvellous effect, was in progress. ,e The little printing shop of Fergus & Eli d collected and printed these songs. Mrf L. Pinkerton folded the little volumes. Ala D. Pinkerton trimmed them with shoemaker 1s knife, punched the holes for the stitohe 7e with shoemaker,s awl, and Plnkerton an ,e wife together, with @ darning needle, stitche is every copy of this, the first song-book eve a printed in Chicago.
 Id But this was only trifing make-shift 6 fe best. The indomitable spirit of the youn le Scotchman revolted at idleness, or the sen 'e blance of charity from friend. A ha t. dozen Scotch families had formed settl' m ment on the banks of the beautiful Fox riN S. CT, some fifty miles northwest of Chicago it today the richest and most prosperous se i'd tion of Illinois, known as "Chicago's dairy B. They called the hamlet Dundee, after the ut own "bounie" Scotch city; and 1t is as fla ze and lovely spot, with it's murmurous rive D. splendid forests, noble hills, sunlit valle,
 and opulent herds, as all Scotland can boas Id Pinkerton had heard of Dundee and u n. Scotch settlers about it. "Im goin' ther n l ho cuddan1v announced Anon a morning. I'll make their barrels, ohurl 1T and tubs. You bide here wi' Fergus. I re get a roof OCT our heads first. Then I as sem for ye, wife," Joan walked with hi IT, to the village bridge, for Chicago was tn, cd but village, and an old boat, or pontoo re bridge at Lake street led out over a mud ro s's to the traokless and then almost unknoy
 dauntless cooper, with his tools slung ov IT, his shoulder, bade his little wife eood-b ne and trudged away through the mud betwe air the tall reeds and grasses and was soon le ,al from sight. 'tMy heart was breakin' quite r's I once heard Mrs. Pinkerton say, "I could cir bear it when the great grass swallowed nj est up like, so quick. But kenn'd from | sn, brave whustle I could hear, long atter cou ses us see him longer, that there'd be " al- home soon," And so there was. Not of stone,s throw from the pretty river bridge In Dundee there stands to this day lit the brown cabin that was builded then; ana 10 ose after the cooper of Dundee had unald ely driven the counterfelters rom lilnols, | .es- fame of which literally forced his sub
 ouent career upon him, long after a palat ed. home and fame had come, have I heard 4 ops Ian Pinkerton's sweet Scotch wife say wi ad- mists of loving memory in her kindly ey vho "An' in the little shop at Dundee, vii ur- blue river purlin' doom the valley, the al ow, Scotch farmers trundlin' doon the road or,a 4ha; eyr;afa to the mill or their loada to m