The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1907-03-07

like those of the present, will
settle down. get into the spirit
and swing of North Dakota, and
work their fortunes out Of the
soil, where it is possible for them
to find fortunes, not in q day,
not in q year, but in q reason.
able length of time, and they can
do it quicker and better, with
less energy and effort, than in any
other agricultural state in the
Knion. To the toilers on the
land of the congested, WORKOUT
sections of the East, with little
hope of their putting away sui.
ficient money to care for them in
their old age, to the young man
anxious to get a foothold for a
place where he can have q fair
show and q square deal, to the
man who rents a farm and gives
his time and labor for the benefit
of others, / would urge the great
advantages and opportunities OF
this splendid state of ours, and
especially the new northwestern
portion, and in every line Of en-
ergy to which he may seek. lis
a bigger and better and Drawer
thing to work ones own land, to
run ones own business, than to
toll on the land of others or work
as a subordinate. 1t is a bigger
and better thing to run your own
business even though it is limit
ed at the start, than to labor at
a limited fixed salary for the bet
terment OF those for whom you
toll. l urge this class to come.
Therefore, the New Northwest
portion OF the state has a good
climate, good lands, good peo-
pie, good schools, good cities,
good railroad facilities. Locate
in one OF it's many cities, get any
one OF it's many farms, and while
it is within your power to do so
and before it is everlastingly too
late.
''The following poem by Mr..
Foley OF Bismarck tells the story,
and to my mind tells it only as a
great poem can:
Like to come and see you, Daddy, and
perhaps will some day;
Like to come back East and visit, but
wouldn't care to stay;
Glad you're doing we'll, and happy; glad
you like your country best,
But, for me, always hunger for the
freedom of the West;
There's wholesomeness about it that
couldn't quite explain;
Once you breathe this air you love it
and you long for it again;
There's tie you can't dissever in the
splendor of its sky
Its just home for you forever, and you
can't just tell why.
It's SO big and broad and boundless and
it's heaven is so blue,
And the mettle Of its people always rings
SO clear and true;
All its billowed acres quiver like the
Shudder OF the sea,
And its waves roll, rich and golden, in
upon the shore for me.
Why, your farm, and all the others that
we used to think SO fine
Wouldn't-lump EN- all together make
corner lot in mine,
And your old red clover pasture, with
its gate of fence rails barred,
Why, it wouldn't make grass plot in
our district, school house yard.
Not a foot has touched its prairies but
is longing to return,
Not an eye has seen its sunset on the
western heavens burn
But looks back in hungry yearning, with
the memory grown dim,
And the zephyr Of its prairies breathes
the cadence of hymn
That is sweet and full Of promise as the
"Beulah Land" we knew
When we used to sit together in the
queer, old fashioned pew,
And at eventide the glory of the sun
and SKY and sod
Bids me bare my head in homage and in
gratitue to God,
Yes, love you, Daddy love you with q
heart that's true as steel,
But there's something in Dakota makes
you live and breathe and feel:
Makes you bigger, broader, better
makes you know the worth of toll,
Makes you free as her prairies and a.
1 noble rs her soil:
Makes you kingly as man is; make:
you manly as king;
And there's something in the grandeur
of her seasons sweep and swing
That casts off the fretting fetter Of you
East and marks you blest
With the vigor Of the prairios will
! the freedom Of the West!
/ A Williston man recently ex
| hibited aspecimen OF coffee grow
on his farm near there. The Der
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