Warren sheaf., 1903-08-13
INDIA's JOURNEY.


Over the oceans lonely space,
With salt breezes blowing in her face,
TO the shores of Norway and Sweden. too,
Strange sights and customs there to view,
Came India.
With the ship in midocean. and no land in sight;
Some were feeble. and o! so white
Some on hunks of anguish lay,
OF the dancing waters, what cared they
While others could scarcely wabble their head.
AS the ship with it's burden onward sped.
But not India.
She travelled far and she Travelled wide:
When the good ship reached the other side
OF old Atlantic's storm tossed wave.
This woman neither fair nor brave,
Who scaled Norwegia's lofty heights
And there beheld such wondrous slghts
Who sailed the north Atlantic seas,
And thro' the fjords. if you please.
Thence into the land of the midnight sun
And merely tho't twas passing fun.
Why India.
She tarried long in the land of the north.
Where the sun hangs high till the moon comes
forth;
And throughout the day and the long night, too'
The sun keeps smiling down at you,
And YOU look in vain for the shades of night,
To gather round your pillow white
Why if l should write long into the night
Would still not begin to tell you quite
All the queer and wondrous things.
G sometimes see them in my dreams)
Old England toward, then beautiful France
And at last with farewell parting glance.
She stands upon that foreign shore
To board the ship for home once more.
Back to the home of her childhood days,
Where scenes familiar meet her gaze,
TO mingle with loved ones, O! what bounty
OF them, way back in old Beaver county,
While all the way down the beautiful Beaver,
Friends ran out to greet and receive her.
And welcome India
But in after days when the journeys DER,
And in Minnesota she's back once more
There comes to mind as she sits alone,
In the lonely retreat OF her western home. II
Truant thoughts that chase each other:
Now sister, then brother, * -g.|
Comes to answer memory's calls, r.:
The dearest of all is old Beaver Falls, ..
The sound of the whistle is heard
in the neighborhood.
The manned of this vicinity are
all getting along nicely; although
Andrew, our. blacksmith, walks
around he has decided limp.
Thokildson brothers are cutting
their grain; Aanon Anderson, ditto.
Miss Callan, who has been visit
ing her parents in Nelson Park,
could not endure the severe weather
here so she has gone to warmer
cline. She is now in St. Louis, Mo-.
P. Holm and family, of Warren,
passed through Fir few days since
on their way home from Roseau.
Rev. and Mrs. Gibson, of Grand
Forks, N. D., we're visitors in the
East end yesterday, they proceeded
on their way this forenoon, to Ro-
seau county, where they will visit
old acquaintance.
Despite the drought the crops
hereabouts are fairly good. e.
The drought was broken here two
weeks ago, since that time the
weather has been delightfully."- cool,
the grains are bouncing along, fill
ing out, shooting up, and conse-
uuently the farmers are skipping
around at quite a lively gait, getting
their binders limbered up, ready to
harvest the crop which, miraculous
ly, prom omises so fair. What mar
velous change the rains wrought,
not only on vegetation but on other
green things; why, Jens Anderson
actually took of his hat and halloed,
and every time he passes lady he
elevates or takes that hat CLEAN off,
when we kids jolly him about it he
says tbs the manner he was taught
rs years ago and says we ought to.
do the same, but guess nit, and L
guess it was all on account Of the
rain.
Prophet Kalland made his friends
in the East end a short visit Friday
last. He returned to the prairie. I
do not admire his taste.
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