The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1895-09-11

mint will give in authentic form most of
the material facts which bear upon the
question, and your own investigations on
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yours,
(Signed) JOHN SHERMAN.
w. S. Grosbeck, Esq,
Cincinnati, Ohio.
A PICTURE OF THE EFFECTS OF
MONOPOLY.
From 'The New Crisis" by Capt. Bell.
Half Of California, including more than
three-fourths of the best arabic and pas
ture land, is owned by less than 500 men.
Travelling once in that paradisiacal coun-
try, where nature seems to have halted
in awe OF the great Pacific and emptied
out her precious load of all that could hap
pity world; so rich the soil, so bounti-
full and luxuriant the fruit and vegetable
world, so varied the climate and pure and
heaNhful air, that 1t seemed that could
hear the gods whisper from the snow
capped mountains and the tropical val
leys, for man to come and eat and drink
and be happy, as plenty defied exhaustion
of her stores. Driving uq valley SO rich,
fertile and beautiful, halted in wonder,
and stood in silent amazement, beholding
the enchanting scene. On one side the bold
mountain stood grandly erect. with snow
capped summit that, like crowned giant,
guarded the fairy land, and the fleecy
clouds that floated majestically over from
the sea, stopped to kiss the fair cheek of
the generous king of the West The
mountains brows were hung with fruits
and vines, from which hung great fes-
toons OF ripened grapes of natures kind.
The forests were silent, except for the
music of the birds and the sweet purling
rills; the grass uncropped, except by the
timid deer and antelope; the soil un-
broken, except by the track of the freight
er's lonely team, and the lonesome world
of beauty seemed to sigh for some to
praise and enjoy. The smiling valley was
nearly as wide as that Of the Nile, and as
fertile as that of the Pc. Thirty miles
from human habitatiOn, I came upon a
train of sad, weary, slowly trudging emf
grants. The teams were jaded, and every
step of the weary animals was a silent
protest against the pleading driver for an
onward movement. There were seven
teams with seven families. The men
were sad, sturdy, honest and brave look
ing pioneers, with Drowned cheeks, worn
and dusty clothing; and look and word
of subdued kindness; showed them honest
and true. There were seven wives and
mothers, and from the bride of few
months to the gray-haired dame, who
lived again for her children's children.
And, oh, what sad, weary, hopeless look
ing group they were as they moved like
ghosts about the camp fire, preparing the
frugal meal. Their eyes were deep and
sluggish; their cheeks were brown, but
sunken; thenr forms were bent and their
arms lean and weak. Tired nature had
chased away womanly modesty, pride and
loneliness. The withered breasts of al
most savage mothers were unblushingly
exposed, and scrawny babes were vainly
trying to gather from the dried up fount
the means of life What looking chill
dren. There were 20. Were a smile to
come that way, the pouting faces would
brighten it away, never to return. Ma
ture opened her acres and seemed in glee
to cheer the hearts of these new corners.
The rustling trees said Come to my
shade and rest until you build habita-
ton" The fertile soil said: "Plow me
up, and quickly l will fatten the sides of
all the weary colony" and the fruits said:
"Pluck and eat, for the gods have pro-
vided for the children of men,"
With prospects so charming why were
these people sad? Why did they not re-
joice, like the pilgrims of old, of the null
titudes of the oriental tale when they
found like country? They were search
ing for homes, for place on which to
build a habitation, where they could Gull
tivate the soil, SOW crops, and rest at
even. under their own wine and fig
tree" Why were they sad and helpless?
For ten leagues there was no habitation,
and why not bless God and go to work?
They were hunting homes in world
where nature placed them. They were
hunting a resting place on Gods foot
STOOL where they might humbly toll at
His feet and praise Him for His bounties.
They were hungry, lonely, sad and weary,
and were praying for place where plenty
would reward their labor, and bring again
the rose of health to the cheek of loved
ones. This spot was paradise and why
60 further?
Oh. cruel fate! Oh, fiendish! For
shame upon society and government, for
these honest men remembered with
sigh. that it was somewhere written,
thou shalt not tarry here, for this beau
tiful world belongs to another
The train had trudged nearly two whole
days and camped three nights on the wild,
uncultivated land, belonging to ONE
man. How came the absent man of ease
..to own" and keep from cultivation this
garden of the world? By what right are
these poor, weary children of God pushed
from this vacant spot of His footstool, to
tramp farther, they know not where, to
find a spot on which to live or die?
Oh, thou direst curse, that ever
damned the world; that sent virtue in rag
gedness to insanity; industry to want,
beggary and starvation; the blushing
maid to unspeakable shame; the dimpled
babe to lean want and misery; that pol
luted the sanity lips with curse; that
ever drove in insolent haste the helpless
innocents from cottage hearth into winter
blast: that filled the prisons with crimi-
mails, the church with hypocrites, the jul
dietary with hirelings, the legislature
with knaves, and snatched the promise
of God from natures hand and forged it
into lie; thy name is Monopoly.
It is said, Uncle Sam is rich enough to
give us all a farm" but the imbicile old
Ounce has given his possessions to few
of his idle sons, the sharpers, and left the
balance to wrestle with life as best they
can. in a world already occupied"
A dollar is dollar
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