St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-11-15

For them you keep your choicest secrets;
for them you make the trout leap, and
to them you send the bounding buck;
for them you brighten the waters of the
beautiful river, and send sweet sleep and
peace to each along its shining sur
face. And you send the sweet breeZes
to WOO them to rest; make the trees bow
down to welcome them with a dainty
rustic of their quivering leaves; and in
the night time you whisper to them
words of loving welcome and good
cheer, so that when they leave you they
feel better, stronger, truer men; and
we love you, oh Winneboujou, with the
strong. enduring love that men can hold
for the good, the beautiful, the innocent
and the true. Therefore, oh friend, be
lenient with US and with our shortcom-
ings and weaknesses, for above them and
beyond them we love you with love
that will last our lives.
The shifting changes of year were
well mirrOred in the August, 1891, out
ing of the braves, for, while the band
are still intact and mourn no missing
member, not all were able to attend the
great medicine dance; but those who
did, while they missed and often spoke
lovingly of the absent ones, filled up
full and freely drained the cup of their
enjoyment. Those who did come were
the president. the philosopher, the
brakeman (nOw advanced to general
manager), the surgeon, the banker, the
engineer and the lawyer; these, with
their guests land they were many). filled
up the camp and kept it filed while
the bright August days lasted; and the
other camps were filled up, too, while
the river welcomed all, and laughed and
sparkled in its reflection of their happy
faces.
The flag went up Aug. l, hoisted by
the lawyer and his guest. for the fish
ing did not begin until the 9Th, so all of
the other braves had waited; but Win
nebouJOG seemed 10 appreciate the law
yer's fidelity and gave to his guest that
night dainty doe of two years that
proved more tender even in death than
many of her sex are in life. And the
general manager and the philosopher
came in time to open the season, when
Ii was discovered that the professor had
brought guitar, that the doctor i'm the
Kitchen sung, and that Sammy Zone of
the guides), could both sing and play
the violin. So medicine was made and
Winneboujou sent a violin to camp,
and then came the Venetian
loved so much. But think that the
all. For he seemed to find even the
lawyer a tOlerable companion. 1t is
true there were then but few of the
braves in camp, but the bright and
happy days, the peaceful, lovely, star
light nights, the quaint yet tender
music floating up from the river, made
both content and happiness supreme.
A Secret Story.
Now, do not understand me that the
dusky band had all the music. Oh, no:
the historic harp was not forgotten, and
often at the bidding of some CHEEKY
voice did the professor lay down the
guitar TO tune the full, melOdiOus harp.
And thus the days slipped by. Then
came the president, who, sorely against
his will, had been delayed. and with
him his chatelaiUe, Diana, and other
guests; and the surgeon aud his
friends, and the banker and his guests
came swinging up the road. and saluted
the flag with the well-known call; the
artist also came, and then the sailor.
And the moon, now enviOus of the mirth
and happiness that the sun looked down
upon, filled up with curiosity, lighted
up the nights and watched us through
the shadows of the trees; and the artist,
as usual, indefatigabfe by night and
day, spent his time in prancing up and
down the river, ever swearing that the
latest eyes he looked into were the
deepest and the tendereSt Diana did
not hunt, but stayed in camp. A tender
melancholy seemed to hold her, and
but WinnebOujOu knows the story, and
has forbidden the chrOnicler to set
it down in this years chron-
icle, but says, with smile,
that perhaps he will tell it in
the next. So much there is to tell, SO
fair and sweet the story of the summer
days, that the hand halts and the mind
loses itself i'll the shaded lanes of pleas
ant memories, and the chronicler would
shrink from his duty, knowing how in
competent he is for it, but that these
words are set down only for the braves
and the eyes of loving friends, who will
be tender of their weakness, and surely
those who spent those happy days will
keep their shifting incidents forever
fresh and green in their memories, and
need no words OF mine to recall them to
their heartS-fOr has not each who Wis.,
tied the camp chronicle, and do not
each of them hail and believe in Winnie
bOujou!
Then was organized the band known
as Faith, Hope and Charity, "but the
greatest of these was Charity" And
the sailor did his part. He fished by
day, and in the night on the porch we
sailed with him the Atlantic, the Pa
citic and the Southern seas, as he told
again of the fierce doubling of the Cape
OF beautiful Rio. distant Australia. of
the South Sea islands and the trade for
SandalWOod. We seemed to see the
Southern cross, the flash of the rolling
breakers and the tropical verdure that
clothed these islands down to the wa
ter'S edge. l think that Winneboujou
loved TO listen to the sailors stories,
and know we kept him telling them
while ne was with us. The Brule River
Navigation and Improvement COM
pany'did good work on the dam and
at the Sulphur spring, and many new
members joined it and all approved its
efforts; but new and powerful rival
for it appeared, and it was due to the
philosopher that it did. Now, all had
this time observed that the philosopher
was more than usually dreamy and alb
Stracted. He fished but little, seemed
to care no longer for cards aud spent
much time alone in deep and weighty
thought. None dared disturb his grave
meditation, and not until his chosen
time when lie saw mt to reveal them to
the lawyer and the general manager did
any one suspect the project which he
evolved from his massive brain. One
day lie went up the river alone, at
night returned very, very wet, but a
placid and contented light shone on his
countenance, and so those others waited
for him to speak, feeling that his mis-
sion had at length been fulfilled. He
changed his clothes and after awhile,
sitting with those two before the cheer
full fire which flashed upon and lighted
up his face, he spoke at last as follows:
The Philosophers Story.
"You know. boys (the men of this camp
are always boys to each other, how op-
posed l am to Drinking "YOu mean
to letting any one else have a drink ;"
said the general manager. Yes" said
the philosopher. you are just right: it
is for others that dislike it. l do not
know why; it may be nervousness, it
may be because l can't trust them, it
may be because 1hate to see good liquor