The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-04-03

tribe stayed at home for quite while and
complained of not feeling first rate.
Tama has streets which in spring are
composed mostly of adhesive copying ink.
There is no bottom to the mud. 1t is i'm
possible to drive over it when the frost is
coming out of the ground.
At Fairfield we found the same state of
affairs. There was no use for omnibus or
baggage wagon. They could not make
the trip, and had long ago given it up, so
we walked from the depot halt mile to
the hotel. 1t is called the Leggett house,
At O'Clock q. IN. we also legged it from
the Leggett house to the depot to catch an
early train. Early rising is what placed me
where am today. Some think it was pure
accident, and that / am greatly overesti-
mated, and that my wonderful popularity
is largely assumed, but such is not the
case, assure you. Early rising has done
it. This makes twice have been an early
riser within a few weeks.
Before closing let me say word regard
ing the question of prohibition in Iowa.
Many do not believe that it is a success.
Cynics may revile prohibition as much as
they like. but it is one of the most de-
lightful things, if not carried to excess,
that | have ever pulled the cork out of. In
porous city of Iowa, young man who had
never sat up so late In his life, concluded
to sit up one night till midnight and see
if there were any evidences of drinking.
He counted sixty-one gents who did not
know whether Iowa was in Marshalltown
or vice versa.
At Cedar Falls the sheriff made a raid
on the men who kept spirits, and poured
nineteen kinds ofliquor into the river just
above Waterloo. Waterloo gets her water
supply from the river. and all one day she
got punch from the hydrant. Business
was at a standstill, it is said, and teams
ran into each other from morning till
night Even the horses seemed to be ex-
hilarated. Possibly this is not true, but
it was told to me by our advance agent,
and if man cannot believe his own adj
vance agent, whom, oh, whom can he be-
lieve?
As am closing this letter cold squirt
of water strikes me in the face, and look
ing up TO see whence it comes / discover
large man with a nozzle in his clinched
hand. He is fireman. and has assembled
the easement and stands by my open win
dow trying to put me out.
1t seems that the hotel is on fire. 1t is
difficult to write with the same degree of
care in hotel that is on fire, | find. One
cannot pause to paint such wonderful
word pictures where the roof is blazing, as
LHts one - L tOAd. ~ L VIII SAOSc now
and pour some of the water out of my
shoes and pockets. A fire department
ought to knock on the window before it
turns the hose on a literary man that way
They are brave men, but they are often
uncouth.
Once the hotel where I was caught on
fire and a rude fire laddie burst in on me
while | vas taking me tub. did not
know who it was. | was shocked. I did
not even know that il was n man. / dove
TO the bottom of the tub like q frightened
deer. and would have remained there if he
had not gone out.
will now close this letter and rescue
one of the dining-room girls. / noticed
her yesterday at table, and thought then
that if ire should break out she would
be the first one / would rescue.
There is peculiar industry at Sioux
Falls, S. Oak. 1t is the only one of the
kind / know Of 1t consists in cutting
aud polishing the beautiful chaicedony, as
it is called, from the petrified forests OF
Arizona. The material is sent to Sioux
Falls in the form of stumps or broken tree
trunks, and there the slabs are cut across
the grain and polished for ornamental
purposes.
Nothing can be more beautiful than a
slice cut from the butt Of big tree and
polished till its surface is like plate glass,
while every fiber Of the beautiful and
softly tinted wood seems frozen into q