The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1890-01-17
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sloughs, up hills and down valleys
till he surrounds the sleeping village,
and reaches his tent-the smarting
tar drawing cry from him at every
step before he gets to the lakeside.
There, in the morning, a part of the
gang (Glenwood is a saloon town.
go the next morning-a beautiful
cold Sunday morning-to see what
was in the old mans tent. They
find the victim himself, trying, in his
simplicity, to wash the tar off with
water-still naked and in the frosty
air.
These northern demons go to the
wretched man and tell him, to put
sand on his broadly blistered back,
"and that will take the tar OFF,
And they kindly help him put the
fires of hell through every nerve in
his body!
When satisfied that the sand is
getting in it's work, this gang sancti-
fles the Sabbath by pelting the old
man with stones or earth until he is
driven into the cold water-and gets
to boat anchored out in the lake.
So the suffering wretch goes sail
ing, blistered from neck to heel, froz-
en-, frightened, weak and sick-goes
sailing-over the blue waters OF the
most beautiful lake on the continent!
Yes, goes sailing, sailing. His hand
are sails-and he paddles along over
the shimmering surface Of the silver
beauty on that cold Sunday morn
while the distant bell slowly tolls the
worship of the Christ! He crosses
the little sea-some two miles at
that point, and like a wounded ami
NAL sinks out of sight-in tangled
wilderness OF vine, and shrub, and
nettle, and thorny ash, where no
man ever penetrated before-nor
since! Nor ever will or can except
the days of cruel inhumanity drive
another victim there.
Some of the few citizens of the vii
lage who were not of the gang got
hold of drifting clues OF what had oc-
Cured. They could do but little any
way. It was a village where the sa-
looms were licensed without license;
where the whole village was daubed
but a month before with vast vulgar
pictures and obscene words, with
gobs OF redpaint, on windows, doors,
brick fronts, sidewalks-where pure
women and innocent children must
lift their skirts aside to cross the
dirty filthy letters two feet long!
Where every citizen of the village
knew the villains who did it-where
the source of the paint was found, all
the convincing facts were known and
one of the dogs laughed out a con-
fession-and yet no prosecution. So
the "fanatical' crowd could do but
little. Frightened at last by a
stranger who threatened to issue
warrants (but who was "advised" to
let it drop by a local attorney,
the marshal gets some of the old
clothes of the hidden sufferer, now
squirming in paint that great dense
underground, sick and hungry, and
after q search finds him, throws them
at him-and tells him that if he
comes to Glenwood again they will
kill him! The railway contractor
who was going toprosecute is driven
from his purpose, the editor who ex-
poses it, and has already been
"dosed," is threatened-and the old
man disappears. Two or three citi-
zens take buggies, at last, and under
take to find him-travelling ten
miles along the southern shore. It is
found that he stopped at the farm
houses of his fellow Scandinavians,
two or three days after and slept in
a shed, and ate what little food
sick man could eat. As a family
told us-"He was q horrible object
to look uponv'
He was finally taken into a coun-
try house-several days after-owned
by one of the saloon-keepers, five
miles from the village, and it is
thought that he was kindly cared for