Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1913-07-25


Not the life Of today but the life of forty ago.
And what life
There nothing to cheer, nothing to make these
poor squatters the frontier feel that life worth
while.
Do you suppose they thought of the atherand then?
Why. thought is no name for it.
Every moment of their waking hours filled with
thoughts of hone when sleep released them from
their daily lonesomeness they borne the wings
Of the dream god the hills and the valleys of homeland
Some may think that this is stating the too
strongly.
To such we will say that they know not what they
are talking about.
The truth is that language not describe the
inconsistencies that filled the of the early settlers
Time has cured the most of those who here
thirty forty and fifty years ago of their inconsistencies
But many the victims of broken heart and to
this day you here end there find survivors of the
pioneer period who still cherish their hearts longing
for the old 'home land' desire more the
hillside where they played in youth. the rocks. the
streams the mountains which they feel they have
been exed these many years.
Men and of acquaintance, who came
here in the early days. have told that there is after
twenty five hirtyfve years of absence still such
longing in their hearts for the dear old haunts of the
land of their birth that they feel the pangs of inconsistencies
whenever they permit their minds to wander through the
time and space that separates them from the scenes
''home. -
"But why do you care? No one back there knows
now. That is generally the question and sentiment
put to these people by the average native.
"Why do care" says foreign born friend, ''let
me- tell you You say that back home there is no one
left who knows me. What of that! Are not the noun
tains left Are not the valleys knew still there, and
the rivers and the rocks and the hills and the
old landmarks don't suppose they all there? And
what do care for people if greet these old
panions of the Edays of my youth?"
Thus argues the cid pioneer and the light of en-
thusiasm brightens up his countenance.
You can't stop his zeal for the sold country by
calling attention to the change in the people he left
1t is the country he loves it is the rocks and the
rs of his home neghborhood that bold the love of his
heart have all these years bound him to the
beyond the seas
You may think that this is all sentiment that it is
all cheap, wshy-washy stuff. but you are mistaken
No impulse that stirs the bosom of man is nobler
than the that makes him love the country that
him birth.
True. it is sentiment not understood by those who
have never left the place of their BIRTH but that does moi
make it any less real. less genuine any less noble
If you have never been far enough away from
home to become homesick you in position to
sit in judgement upon the sentiments of our pioneers who
have crossed the and bid farewell forever to the
scenes where first the shone for them upon the
spendors of the world
And so when consider the lonesome life on the
praires and talk about the hardshps of the pioneers
let us remember that not the smallest burden of the
many carried by the souls who laid the foundation Of
these communities the burden of regret for bavino
to leave the old home-the burden of love and ono;no
for the homes of far away.-Minneota Mascot