The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-08-06
MlHlTI IMIHMlnH Observation-Disclosures
G1impses 81 Fair St. Paul !


breaths Of the sweet air, and felt that we
had room to breathe, and plenty of it
even room enough to allow trailing skirts
to drag.
To the top of the mound we climbed,
and sDcculated as to what was buried
beneath u.s. tried to go back in spirit to
the old, old days before the coming of
the palefaces, when the redskins, with
their wonderful legends and their peculiar
belief in weird connection with the spirit
world, loved and lived and suffered and
died in their own wild way. They had
visions, too, those grim old savages, and
hopes of which we do not dream and can
never comprehend; and now there are
left only these mounds to tell of their one
time earth life. A pile of earth as endur-
ing as a marble monolith or an Egyptian
pyramid, but as unrevealing as the
sphynxl
OF these things we thought and Of many
others as we stood on the elevation high
up above the river and had grown dreamy
and imaginative Of the time centuries
ago, when train of swiftly moving cars
passed on the track beneath US and we
came back to the present.
Some distance away from the mounds
stands the ruins of a once magnificent
home, now destroyed by fire, and being
from day to day disfgured by vandalism
which has Clipped away In places the
exquisite marble. 1t serves no purpose
now, except to give the place an added
beauty, for there is a fascination about
a ruin which the finished, artistic, we'll
cared-for edfice never possesses. I should
think that Of a clear, moon-llt night the
place might almost be ghostly, for to
make the gruesomeness complete, 1t can
be imagined that the mounds are burial
places.
The drive from the mound to the fish
hatchery Is over a road remarkably
steep, and besides that, perhaps as poor
a one as can be found in the state
Wherever the fault lies, it is deplorable
that such condition exists; for one
must needs have a careful driver and
sure-footed horses to reach the place
in safety.
Through the white arch which marks
the entrance to the hatcheries we drove.
All about was cool and green and de-
igtful, with the long box-like tanks in
which the fish are kept placed one after
the other in a row out In the sunlight,
and in the white houses. The water is
kept In constant circulation, and the
countless fish swim about, appearing as
contented IN their narrow quarters as
If out in one of Minnesota's deep lakes,
and certainly, for the time being, hay
ing safer and easier life. There we saw
Sh1ny trout enough or them, 1t would
seem. to supply all the ponds and streams
IN the state, and to satisfy many a
sportsman's heart. There were beautiful
goldfish, quantities of them, making one
think that some modern Midas had Wis
tied the place with his fatal touch They
were all shades of gold, too, from deep
reddish gold to such a pale whitish yell
low that they bore but the faintest re-
semblance in color to the precious metal
The temperature Of the water and their
age give them their varying hues.
There, too, were the carp with their
clumsy bodies, almost without scales.
forming homely contrast to the pretty
goldfish. 1t is only of late years that
the carp has been imported to this coun-
try from Germany, but are now widely
distributed throughout the United States.
There were many other varieties of fish,
and each in a separate tank
When we had seen so much, however.
we were eager and curious to know all
about the hatcheries, and began to look
about for some one who could tell us
Of them. By good luck we came upon
Superintendent Morgan. who was busy
with a lawn-mower.
1 felt somewhat sorry for him when we
began to Fly him with questions, for,