Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1893-08-03

the reason these questions are not
solved by the educated classes is that
they ale capitalists thieves" or
Thought by The banks" You may
have some Of these financial lights
there, as | remember set of speakers
few years ago whose knowledge of
banking was acquired at faro, keno
and chuck. a-luek banks who discoursed
learnedly from the stump on the sin
trinsity of gold.'
The stress of the times has materially
lessoned the attendance at the Worlds
Fair from the coast. and it is but little
talked Of here now, as talk awakens
vain regrets.
We have been indulgiDg in little
local exposition. originally planned
and built in aid of the celebration on
the opening Of the Great Northern
railroad. The building is the heart of
the business portion of the city and is
unique in its design and structure, be-
ing built os logs, stone and block coal,
displaying from the outside some of the
more notable resources of the country.
while the interior is filled with a credi-
bic display of the yet undeveloped ag-
ricultural and mineral resources.
While western Washington is far from
being first class agricultural country,
it is sad mistake you eastern people
make when you think we raise nothing
here except umbrellas and "cain.' OF
course the samples on exhibition are
selected. so should you drop in and look
at the pea vines 10 feet high. timothy
grass s it., rye q, oats it,, etc., do
not make the mistake of taking this for
the average of the products, for you
must know that it is the best and not
the average that is always put on ex-
hibition, and that it is not the front
yard that is usually decorated with the
garbage, This display was found to be
such excellent bait with which to fish
tor suckers that the exposition is still
continued and may become a perma-
nent fixture. That portion of the state
lying east of the Cascade range is at
tracing good deal of attention from
agriGuturists, as where irrigation is
possible, either by bitches or artesian
wells, its capabilities are enormous, al
though the soil in its native state has
every sterile appearance. | have OBJ
served that without irrigation it will
produce the greatest number Of big
rattle snakes to the acre of any land
| ever saw. This is commodity, how
ever, that we do not produce on this
side as we have no venomous snakes on
the Sound. What bonanza this high
latitude would have been to some of
those old time farmers who were wont
to work their hired hands from daylight
till dark.
Our long twilights here in the long
days of summer enable us to see to read
by day light for over eighteen hours,
while a strong twilight glimmer from
the land of the midnight sun hangs
along the northern horizon nearly all
night. In the short days of winter,
however, twilight drops her curtain
near sunset. But how lovely the days
are now you would have to witness 10
order to realize, as no pen of mine is
adequate to the description. And what
lovely nights, too, with none of the
swelling heat with which you are
afflicted, you good people of the east,
for here one can always sleep COM
fortablY under a good covering, and it
is always cool in the shade.
Our old time friend, Joe Nsthan. left
here fully impressed with the conYic-
ton that certain man of whom he had
read in Luke 10, who set off from Jeru-
salem to Jericho, journeyed by the way
of Seattle. He was also firm in the
belief that the lineal descendants of
Mr.. and Mrs. Ananias reside here. and
that despite the influence CT over eigh-
teen centuries of christianity, they still
retain certain characteristics of their
ancestors. But my letter, like ali
things earthly, except the irrepressible
proof-reader, must have an ending.
Fortunes will be made and lost, indi.
viduals and nations viii have their in
fancy. their growth, their maturity,
their decline, their decrepit old age,
their exit from the sphere of action; yet
still that anomaly. known as the proof
reader will flourish. The autocrat of
the press, high ON bis exalted seat, be-
You'd the reach of profanity or prayer
he will still looG down upon the vulgar
horde of scrbblers and laugh with
"ghoulish glee' as he contemplates
''the ruin he has wrought. "