St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-05-13

speaker, is an art that only comes with years
and experience" ...,.,.z.ss,
"But don't you hate to stop when, you have
just learned how, and when your profit is
greater than heretofore?"
''Of course I do; but when I remember
that I'm doing it largely to give my children
an independence and they say don't. do it
any more, begin to wonder if the price is
not too great that am paying, while I am
made a wanderer on the face of the earth
half the year and am losing the best fun I
know of, the fun of pleasing my most sincere
audience-my children
s'Where is your homer" asked, for if any
man can write on a hotel register Bill Nye,
United States, he might truthfully do it.
"In the valley of the French Brood, in the
Blue Ridge mountains of North Carolina,
there was d deserted farm three years ago
that was called Buck Shoals. It lay along
the river and the shoals are series of rap
ids where the river breaks over the big,
messy stones and fills the air with gentle
roar that is music to the tired ear. It's like
an eternal Praise God, from whom all bless
ings flow"
Here Mr.. Nye slowly cleared the stem of
his pipe with straw from his whisk. broom
that lay on the table, and no one said any
thing for a few moments.
"You were not a native Of North Carolina,
Mr.. Nye?"
"No; oh, no. I was born in Maine and
have lived all over the union; but once, when
was worn out and sick of the fight and
wanted to escape from the telegraph and the
roar of the big conflict, I went to North Car
DINA, where the very air and the earth and
the sky say Rest and took it easy for six
months. I rode horseback through bridle-
paths in the mountains and pretended to go
fishing until had gained in health and forgot
the fight forsook all medicine but the big
pharmacop@ia Of the woods, and while paid
my club dues in New York, Icommuned with
nature and colored people. Three years ago
built a house at Buck Shoals and there
am at home. Come there next summer and
see my horses and COWS and sheep and hens.''
"But do you live there all the year?''
ooh, no. I'll go away of course for a few
weeks in January and February when it is
muddy and raw there. Go up to Washington
or down in Florida. I've partly promised to
go round the world next year and write about
the trip; but there is where I live and I've
picked out nice chestnut grove on the
point of little hill where I'd enjoy havinga
comfortable grave some day. There, where
the murmur of the foaming river will sound
on and on forever and where the glowing
autumn comes anon and the symbolic chest
nut falls in the blue grass, will do some tall
resting, with no one to come and pound on
my door at four o'clock in the morning to
say that must catch the early train for Fort
Dodge, Iowa."
"Don't you get many curious letters Mr..
Nye,'' I asked, ssletters from strangers, adj
mirers and cranks, for in syndicate of $50
papers in this country, and the letter which is
printed in Mexico, Canada and England now,
you have very large audience
eyes, of course there are many of them" he
said, as he looked at his watch in a sugges-
tive way and took Off his neck-tie, 'sbut my
wife weeds out seventy-fv per cent. of them
before they are forwarded, SO that many of
the most tender ones never reach me. She
says that too much admiration, especially
from ladies, is not good for one SO young as 1
am, and that she wants me to be good man
when grow up
'Of course get many letters from cranks
who want me to attack things and tear down
all sorts of institutions and doctrines which
the writer does not like, but these letters
perish before they reach me. Lots of letters,
however, are full of the most gratifying words
OF announcement and genuine endorsement
Many of them are from young men and boys
ald make me feel good for days afterwards
they are from all ages of people, though, from