The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-07-24

ground from the wagon; and 1t always
seemed to me when raking that the pitcher
and loader were both unreasonably sloyenly,
just because they had me to impose On.
When the wagon went to the barn to be
unlOaded ! was left behind to rake the ground
over and over. as it was feared some stray
spear OF marsh grass might be in hiding
that had escaped my searching rake in its
first rounds. 1t was between the periods of
unloading and the return of the wagon,
when left behind to search for lost spears Of
marsh grass on my fathers marsh meadow
that l would be taken with wakeful dreams
in broad daylight
There is no end to the variety Of thoughts
that fill the brain in a full-sized marsh
meadow dream. When clouds appeared in
human form I wondered if they were not
departed spirits trying to greet me- When
the sun pierced them, as they moved along,
1t looked like door opening where all was
bright and beautiful beyond, and I imagined
/ could see hands reckoning me to leave my
hard. dry raking and come and join them
where all was play and no work. Then I
wondered what they all did up there and
how they disposed OF all the time; II they
ever slept. or II any one scolded them for
making noise being out late nights: II
they could see people on earth and knew what
we were doing here Then I wondered how
one feels when dying. and what the first
thing will be that will be seen and recos
nized in the great beyond.
Thoughts like these rolled through nv
mind without end. 1t is impossible to tell
or account for all that fills the brain in an
outdoor seance with nature.
II possible we would never do anything but
stay UP In the cupola on the great mansion
Of thought, with pleasant company and look
through space into the heavens We would
live here and battle in beautiful sunsets.
and dress by the bright light Of the
morning; we would live here and admire
the lofty mountains Of reflection and
the sparkling waters of silvery Imagination:
the rich valleys and beautiful landscanes NJ
mediation; we would live here on the odors of
nowers, and listen to the music of sweet
Singing birds; but 1t is not possible we must
get down on the earth and go to work; the
wagon is returning for another load Of marsh
grass ana Inc raker must be up raking-that
II why he is supposed to be here
1t spoils the appetite for common labor en-
tirely. and makes an aspiring youth decidedly
fndinerent towards marsh grass to lie on his
back and lock into space and dream with
open eyes.
When he gets up his feels as though he had
walked long distance to SEQ a mspaeerie
ana could not get in; as though he did not
have money enough to buy ticket and was
caught trying to crawl under the tent, The
song OF the cricket the bug CT the idle fiy
the bite of the bloodthirsty mosquito and the
notes of the crow are all more commonplace
and mcnotonous than ever after dream with
out sleep.
AS the public and never met In the hay
Held before, and may never meet here again.
" may not be out of place to say something
OF this particular spot; everyone Is oordi sIly
IN n hpra
at matters of intsest on this marsh meadow
and take in few of the exciting features of
putting up marsh grass.
The wagon is now here being loaded and I
am raking and thinking, and thinking and
raking-not dreaming
TO the eass is a field called the ''Ten-Ac-e
Lott in this lot there are three trees. Oua