The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-03-04

TO our chagrin the rattle-headed Poet
won and was composing sonnet on that
said poplar when we diSmounted to wipe
our perspiring brows. At a slower pace
we continued cur journey and by noon
We're enjoying good meal at my eX-
pense
No one can get away from Mortified.
in hurry. Its beauties of hill and dale,
OF stream and forest are bewitching Its
| half-Village, half-metropolitan air, it's
centers of learning and it's historic inter-
est keep enc delighted Here the no
torious Younger gang came to grief in
their raid on the Greystone bank that
still does business. But only after a
fierce fight in which the cashier was
killed and two of the bandidts, We're the
citizens successful. Saltwater holds
tightly two of the YoungerS, despite
desperate efforts to pardon them; one
has served his sentence and, freed from
earthly bonds has gone to meet the
Supreme Judge who shall do right
After good nights rest we started up
the second day of the triangular course
We had mapped out, steering our course
northwesterly Oh what q morning!
Why snail Nature continue TO waste her
sweetness while the crowd sleeps on?
Why shall the joys of the earth air and
Sky be felt by the toilins farmer alone,
who has not time to appreciate them?
Thus 1 questioned as we rode in tenn
porary silence. My companions must
have been similarly impressed for Will
son shouted back to me:
isn't it great to be able to ride with
out ringing bell and smelling a garbage
wagon?"
And the Poet said he wished some Of
the plaYed-out people would learn the
advantages of bicycling before it became
automatic, which we thought was a SEN
l. l., A,0I1
him so.
We did not ride very fast as the road
was rather sandy. The grass by the
roadside, freshened by it's late sprink-
ling, invited us to occasionally alight
and rest, outspread beneath some thick
leaved tree We had need of one such
retreat at a critical moment when WI
sons chain separated and left his feet
flying furiously around while the Wheel
sauntered on, brushing the rider against
sturdy oak. He did rot swear
On the contrary, Wilson is always
CHEEKY and We, consequently, were ready
to help repair the chain. The tree for
all its rudepess furnished q workshop
sheltered from the sun and we bent
smilingly to the task. Try to do any
thing alone and your evil nature gains
the ascendency. Two or three, viewing
the matter rightly, can be happy in the
most distressing circumstances. So by
work and wit combined, the chain was
soon joined by means of piece of wire
found by chance in one of the tool bags
Wilson snatched away from the Poet a
half-composed memoir of the occasion
ana we proceeded.
There are some comfortable farmers in
this section. The fields were rejoicing in
a new Vigor and the pastured stock
caVorting about at our approach seemed
filled with the spirit of the day. How
fortunate are they, with no premonition
of impending labor or sorrow to enjoy
carelessly the brief time of recreation
But their owners did not seem imbued
with the same strenuous delight to see
us, evidently suppoSing us teachers,
agents or ariStOcratic tramps However,
we found an old gentleman who allowed
us to quench our thirst in his milk house
and whose worthy mate insisted upon
giving us fresh doughnuts. Joves nee
tar and Ambrosia never gave him such
satisfaction and did those simple offer
ings us. And free, too said Wilson,
who is of an economic turn.
After MONDAY stop at an inland
postoftice, doubly misnamed New Market
where we saw no one but the owner
of a neat farm, we arrived at Shakopee
Here lives yet the old chief from whom
the town is named; still is he the friend
of the whites and meriting their friend
ship. For he stood by in the dark DAYS
of Little Crows rebellion and saved from
savage onslaught many a defenseless
one. He is picturesque parsonage, but