Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1913-08-15
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BY Tribune Overlander.

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Enroute from Casselton to Wah
peton, Waicptt, ND, Aug. 13.-NoW
that weaare offs&sthe level plain ant
rapidly descending into the valley o.
the Red river, the country begins t.
assume a different appearance. 1t Is
greener and fresher; the farmers and
the people in the towns have learned
the value OF trees-the cheapest Of
natures gifts. Without an exception,
every farm house is the center of an
oasis of fresh green, showing up Wv
idly against the yellow of the grain.
And every town is first seen as q
large clump of trees, like a natural
woods, with bushes bearing fruit,
shrubbery and tall cottonwoods and
elms. AS a rule we have senses OF
a nearing town by the elevators tow
ering up against the skyline. Now
we e a long line of heavy woods,
and are at a loss to know whether
it conceals a lake of clear water or
a station on the railroad.
The soil, as evidenced by the roads,
varies from sand to gumbo." In the
neighborhOod of Wheatland. the 9th
er side of Casselton, we struck what
is called the basin of the old lake.
1t was all sand. Coming out OF Cas-
selton. the roads were of a heavy
gumbo and we went for 16 miles be-
fore coming again to sand. The
sandy road lasted for only a short
distance, however, and we were
again struggling along roads made
unusually heavy by the rains.
Ten miles. perhaps. out Of ,Cassel'
ton, we came upon the valley of the
Sheyenne, the river we left at Valley
City. Low water revealed the banks
as very sloping and nothing but sand.
but its curse through the country is
marked by a line of trees that is
very refreshing to the overland trav-
eler. ..-,
We spent last night at Walcott,
Early in the morning a heavy storm
came up. The thunder rolled and
doomed, lightning came every sec
Ond and the rain came in a torrent.
1t wasn't exactly comfortable for us.
close to the roof as we were-cow-
ering at every peal of thunder and
expecting to be thoroughly soaked by
the rain if the lightning missed us.
But we survived to eat breakfast.
The thunder moved over a couple of
pleas and the lightning followed, and
the rain quit from sheer lonesome
ness.
It isn't SO very long since light
ming struck an elevator here. and
burned it to the, ground in less time
than it would take ito eat the meals
they give you in some hotels. and
many residents here were afraid that
it would try to stuff the ballot box
in the same precinct. But aside from
setting afire a straw stack, the light
ming held aloof. and the only dam
age done in the locality was the
washing out Of part Of the grade on
the asidetrack here.
There are reports that other places
the line have been partly washed
out, but the station agent here de-
MES this, and says no reports. to that
enect have been sent owe the wires.
BY Arnold Micneison.
Fingal.' N. d., Aug. l2ss@,rhe "OYei.:.
landers' are now travelling on the
western edge of the WOndrous Red
River valley. This section is SO much
talked of and so frequently written
about that any words OF description
us would be superfluous. We
will, however. be redundant TO the
extent of saying that 1T is really fine.
The farms are very large, each one
has a big grove, excellent barns.
quite frequently an elevator, and al
ways a comfortable home and many
farm buildings.
Harvest is in full swing. The hum
of the binder sickle fss heard on ev-
cry farm. The shockeis are busy. as
they take no chances OF having the
shocks soaked. Some farms are run
ming five binders and the grain is so
heavy in spots that two men are kept
by each, starIdiMg up the bun
dies. ~
We have been doing. q good deal of
hight riding Of late, so that We have
seen this all in the soft light Of the
moon. The fields of harvested grain.
the regular rows of shocks stretch
ing far away, under the silver light
Of Q crescent moon is very beautiful
Just outside of Casselton, riding to-
ward that town about 1890 p., m, we
saw ten burning straw stacks At
first We mistook them for the town,
and as we marveled at Casselton'
gorgeous white way We travelled
away from our destination 1intii we
nearly rode into the Maple river.
In Lucca, N. ID, where the main
line of the 500 daslies over a branch
Of the N. p, we discovered a North
Dakota poet, or rather a 9poetess.
This parsonage Is Mrs. 9R.. B.
Marschke. She is the wife of Mr.. r.
B. Marschke, who cOnductsca regular
hotel of the A No. variety when
he is not busy building, contracting,
or i%nyenting, for these all in his line.
Mrs. Marschke has written, a number
Of poems on various themes, and IA
vored Mr.. Holland and with the
privilege of looking over the manu-
scripts. They are all of high class
reflective nature, and the Tribune
may be the medium Of publishing
them, in the near future. When
these do cone cut we venture to re-
mark that II friend, James r.. will
have to refill his briar and muse
anew. or lose his claim on that N. D.
laureateship. Mrs. Marschke is a
very delightful lady to meet, and has
been said to resemble Harriet
Beecher Stowe. Although we have
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