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I'UOM Mll.WAfKKK TO MKN'IiOTA.
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vindicate. And it is through the potency
of their faith not their doubt tlial tlio
martyrs of Sioonoo, who have been invar
iahly nion of one idea, have heen able to
endure the .scorn and persecution of the
world.
It is the method of all investigation,
Hint only those hypothesos are used, as
permit of no possible room for doubt,
though should farther investigation provo
tlio hypothesis wrong, the theory built
upon such a foundation is wrong and
must ho rejected. It is this cheerfulness
in rejecting cherished theories and over
coming all habits of mind that interfere
witli intellectual conscientiousness. It is
this peculiarity that marks the distinc
tion between the man of one idea, and
the man with one idea, who clings to the
form long after the spirit has lied. He is
it man like Ilollingworth in the Blithdalc
Romance who immolates self and all
around him and makes every force with
in his roach tend to his one idea until
his sense of honor has become no longer
the sense of other honorable men. All
power of discernment is lost and he bo
comes an anomaly in nature, not only tin
sympathized with but laughed at and
scorned by the world. A.
FROM MILWAUKEE TO MKNDOTA.
About eight yours ago, I started from
Milwaukee Wis., in company with several
others, for .Mondotu, on tlio Mississippi
Kivor. We went to the station-house of
the Milwaukee and St. Paul Hail road, and
by ton o'clock wore speeding to the west
ward. Soon after day-broak the next
morning, the train stopped at the old
town of Prairie du Chien in the valley of
the Mississippi.
Here I had the first glimpse '' the"
Father of Waters. In a moment, wo were
iff the train We crossed the water in a
sinnll forry boat and landed at McGregor,
Iowa, whore another train was in waiting.
Al! aboard! The boll rang, and soon we
leii the river, not to see it again till night.
Our roulo lay to the northward, ami dur
ring the day I had the pleasure to look
upon tho broad, fortilo prairios of Iowa
and Minnesota. It was a novel sight to
mo, as I had been accustomed to gaze
at the woods, lakes, rivers, and hills of
Wisconsin.
Onward we sped at a rapid rate, except
when tho train halted at some station, or
thriving little town, where noat and com
fortable dwellings had boon built, and
shade trees planted. Thuse made mc
think that the people had come into this
prairie country to make permanent
homes. But Minnesota is by no means
destitute of timber, and soon wc left the
prairie and became absorbed, as it were,
in a great forest with only a narrow space
opened for the train. Oak, maple, elm
and hemlock trees quickly came to view,
and as quickly vanished from the sight as
the train carried us onward at the rate of
some twenty live miles an hour.
The density of the forest was broken
now and then, by a little opening, in
which might lie seen a log cabin, and
near by tho farmer, toiling hard by chop
ping and grubbing to get tho ground
ready forcultivation. It seemed as if ho
did not know that there is plenty of good
land in our country, all ready for the
plow.
But wo must hasten along, for the train
does not stop to lot us have a Glial with
the farmer and hear what his hopes, his
plans, or his motives may he.
For some distance the foiost was un.
broken, excopt by tho passage-way for tho
iron horse, and then we came tooponings
again more thickly settled than before.
As tho sun was sinking in the western
sky ,the shrill whistle of tho locomotive
informed us that we wore near the end of
our day's journey. Once more the
bright, sparkling waters of the Mississippi
burst upon our view. The train stopped,
and we were at Mendotn.
Mondotu is a pretty little village on tlio
right bank of tho Mississippi, at its junc
tion with tho Minnootu. On the oppo