The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1924-02-21

-tions of childhood have had to con-
dense and make names stand for trans
actions Of various Interesting kinds.
Narrow Trail Becomes Read.
It was not long before the narrow
trail was converted into what was
named road and after a few years
find recorded receipts from Path
masters" and extra taxes for bridges.
Greater and more rapid changes had
taken place in the home. An orchard
not surpassed in all Wisconsin in pro
ductiveness, variety and taste had
arisen in order and beauty from seeds
with the later grating. Smaller fruits
of all kinds found their place in null
tiplied rows with flowers of choicest
varieties that would be classed today
as yard exhibit of exceptional beauty.
Such products as these with many 9TH
ers were freely dispensed to all who
came to the hospitable table furnished
with plenty and taste if not with ele-
gance; and majority of these whose
names I have recorded with many 9th
ers were entertained.
Recalls An Indian Road.
The Kilbourn trail was the most inn
portant one and the most frequented
by the Indians as well as other travel
ers from the north-west-eas to
Chicago and beyond, Card 500 any hab-
itation on the way furnished a for
tunate calling place. For the former,
pipes and tobacco as we'll as food were
always waiting and the latter were al
ways welcome. Even a great breach
Of trust in the former was condoned
with the thought that what they held
was their gift from the Great SPIRIT
had been taken from them. The en-
tire preparation for an old-time
Thanksgiving dinner of which not less
than a dozen of these "Hannabil" peo-
pie were to partake was scooped away
by the female portion of band while
the barn was giving its contents to the
other portion.
My very early literary taste and at
tempts were fostered and encouraged
by some of these pioneers of South
port, Wisconsin territory. A few of
these names may not be out of place
here and | am sure they would be will
ing that l should quote them: c.. G.
Sholes, Nolney NJ Frank, J. B. Jilsun,
z. G. Simmons, S. S. Schoff, l. w.
Webster, whose brilliant intellect was
coupled with heart so big that had
occasion demanded he would have IL
lustraGed that picture Of Shakespeare s
in King Lear, mine enemy's dog,
though he had bit me, should have
stood that night against my fire.
Recalls Old Father Deming.
Compliments of appreciation from
some of these were in an editorial ca
pacity, others in the genuine interest
that such men have in the aspirations
of the young. One quite striking in
cident is in my memory of that near,
PARKWAY time. Three days before his
death R. H. Dening Gather Deming)
feebly crossed the street to my home,
took from his pocket a folded paper
upon which was written little poem
for his comfort which he had request
ed. He wished me to read it for him
and when I had done SO he said: "'Gift
of God when l am gone will you write
another?" One week from that inc
did and read it for him, too. And the
same grateful task was done for at
least three others named in compliance
with a like request. These experien-
ces of my girlhood in my old home
with many, many other like ones are
very pleasant memories.
Lesson from Pioneers.
And now, in Behalf of my pioneers
many of them semi-professional, al
though choosing the farm life, limited
to the extent of the one county and
legitimately, a necessary adjunct and
art of village or city, will add that
whether these pioneer families came
from some other settled state as mine
did or crossed the ocean from France,
England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
Germany, Denmark, Holland or the
Scandinavian peninsula, if they were
primitive settlers and made good by
permanent occupation and uplift in the
commonwealth as those l knew did, my
appeal is to descendants of all such
and very few of the second genera
ton are living.
The following quotation is from g
poem of some length written about
ten years ago and published at that
time under one of my 'pen names
This will introduce what i have term
ed "My Call to the Future"
When they looked from the farm house
windows
The women that l knew
There was light in eyes and love in
heart
And rainbowed hope in view. y
They churned and cooked and washed
and swept
With a will of hand and brain,
And cared for and nurtured women
and men
The world has been glad to gain.
Twas up in the morning, each ones
part
Laid out in plan to win;
No matter how early, the better start
The more the night would bring in
Twas "do this or that for Mother"
Be sure the wood-box to fill
And draw pail of water,
Be careful not to spill"
The last word at the parting,
"Do just as your Mother bids, =
Which she needed only to mention,
But she did not call them '.kids."