The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-03-19

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ways SOS you won't hardly know w at he
Is. But you'll alters git onto him when
he brays.-Philosophy Of Colonel Wheaton.
The. gang sat around Powers hard
ware store, wishing the winter was
over, the trout biting" again, and in
|c1dentally something new provided to
lie about, when the stranger broke
into the conversation. The stranger
was of a breed hard to classify prop
erly. He wasn't a drummer. There
is no such thing as mistaking the
knights of the gripsack for anything
but what they are. He wasn't lum-
whole aspect OF the men who handle
logs: This is a man." and whoever
runs may read it too plainly for mis-
take. He might have been book
agent, but as he had listened to the
conversation for an hour without once
chipping in" that was clearly i'm.
possible.
In short, the gang had all tried to
s'size him up had failed, and were
waiting for him to declare himself"
which he proceeded to do. And thus
he broke forth:
Gentlemen, you have here the
| grandest country on the face Of the
footstool. Your climate is the one
unfailing panacea for all the ills flesh
| A0 4AC1l ~, llO1ll tI0 uIeaO White
scourge' even unto that tired feeling
that Mother Nature, the ever-bounti-
full, has created for the behoof of her
| tOil-wOrn, brain and nerve-racked
children. Why I, even who speak to
you can testify Of my own knowledge
and In my own person, of what it can
and will do for the tired brain-worker
l who breaks away from the sordid
cares and 'thralling entanglements Of
our dwarfing cities, HES himself to
the shades Of your grand old forests,
to the limpid waters of your pellucid
lakes, and casting himself on the rest
I giving bosom of the mighty mother
there most lavishly exposed, drinks
4 in the Interviewing stream she SO
freely offers.
mine own brain had well nigh
! given way under stress of the constant
grind in the mental mill which all
! brain workers Of the day must endure
under penalty Of themselves becom-
Ing grist for the same il they relax,
till finally in utter desperation, I ran
away, dropping everything, and never
stopped till I reached your grand, your
glorious country. was looking for
rest alone. I found more. Nepenthe.
to wit, and health itself, were mine
before the languid summer, at the be
!, ginning Of which had fed the city
!: died, and the varigated trophies Of
autumn began to glorify the woods
; with a wealth of color which no elo-
3 quence Of man can ever describe, any
: more than pencil Of artist can ever
. portray.
: T went to the humble donicile Of 3
! good farmer whose cot stood on the
banks of a beautiful lake. and the very
morning after my arrival, I Was
ushered into a new existence. There
was boat always at my disposal, "
ling in a sheltered cove at the foot of {
hill on whose brow good Agricola hat
k perched his cosy nest, and as Aurora
n rose in blushing beauty over fresh
:. ly-dew-washeds world, it was my won
Q to push the light shallop from tn,
e zens Of the FURNISHED waters with thu
d lightly cast fly. Taking enough TO
n breakfast, say a dozen, then had
d dip in the lake, and returned for TIL
9 matutinal meal with appetite sharp
# ened to a wire edge by the splendid ex
ercise. E
3 ''Then would wander thru tn
n magnificent grove Of walnut. chestnut
s. and hickory trees near the house. car
rying a book with me, and by turn
e enjoying converse with the might
k mind whose thoughts were embalme
r In it's pages, and admiring the skill i
t. meal-getting with which Nature ha
u endowed her four-footed children, a
y exemplifed by the foraging OF tn
e farmers two cats, yclept Pompadou
Jim, and the Lanky One. The nu
n trees were full Of squirrels, and tn
= two cats would stroll thru the grow
i, till they located a tree in which was
i particularly fat one, after which on
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