The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1924-07-31

Then he rushed to the printing Of
fee and ordered full page advertlse-
state printer, who was editor of the
paper at that time and who welded
wicked pen. The bill was gem in
Among Crossfield's possessions were
a pair of wiry Indian ponies thaI
could cover ground with a gallop "a, al
day long without firing, and buck
board. Gaily decorating his ponies
with white factory blankets trimmed
with red and bearing, an advertlse-
to the blackboard capacity loaded
down with handbills and started on a
wild drive through the surrounding
towns and country.
At each village he passed through
and whenever he meet team or way
farer on the highway he would stand
up in his vehicle and without Slacken-
ing his speed in the least woud roar in
his Stentorian voice:
'C-O-M-E to the C-I-v-I-C H-O-k-
I-D-A-Y Next T-H-U-R-S-D-A-Y af-
ternoon and Evening. Biggest blow out
ever pulled of in the Northwest.
Baseball game between two cham
pion mines for trophy.
Opening gun in the republican
Congressional campaign will be fired
Frank Eddy, our old court reporter,
'Torchlight procession and fire,
works!"-and he was gone in cloud
of dust.
as an employee of the Indian depart
ment and was located on the Sisse-
ton-Sioux reservation just across the
South Dakota He remained there
several years and then opened a law
office in Browns Valley.
Sioux. They adopted him into their
and and named him, The little man with
nose like hawks bea s,k. I: and "a big
tied all the tribal disputes between
them and tried all their lawsuits in
the White Mans courts court: They came anne
would have followed him through fire
The day before the meeting he
made a flying, trip to their reservation
an invitation from him was tanta-
mount to command to them.
That gathering is indelibly stamped
on my mind and memory. There was
never one just like it ever held before
in this or any other country.
I left home the day before the meet
ing was scheduled, remained IN Morris
over night, drove to Browns Valley the
next day arriving there about 2:O0 +.
NJ, stopping at Graceville for dinner en-
route.
1t was a gorgeous May day the like
of which is produced nowhere in the
world except western Minnesota. The
prairies were carpeted with velvety
green, the sun SnOuG uOI Will SCOI Cu
ing heat but with friendly warmth;
the soft west wind brushed ones
cheeks wike the cool caresses of a
sweetheart, and just to live and
breathe was pulsating joy.
1t was vacation time for farmers,
seeding had been finished and haying
time had not yet arrived-one of those
periods of natural idleness that
makes zone crop" farming so alluring
to those that engage in it.
Browns Valley is situated in a pic
turesquely beautiful little valley
through which flows the Minnesota
river, known to the old voyagers as
the "Bois de Sioux" connecting Lake
Traverse with Big Stone lake, with
high grass covered plateaus on either
side.
When I reached the plateau over
looking the village from the Mime
sofa side curious spectacle presented
itself. Crossfiers ballyhooing had
got in its work. From every direc-
ton, as far as the eye could reach,
came long strings Of people on foot
on horseback, in every conceivable
form of vehicle from a two-wheeled
cart to a covered carriage and drawn
by every form of draft animal. They
poured into town, and when 1 reached
the center of the village / found
myself in the midst of the jolliest,
joshingest, jostlingest crowd l ever
saw in village the size of Browns
Valley before or since. 1t was
motley assemblage-every nationality