The Kenosha Telegraph

The agent of the reservation I was told drove a profitable business with them. To insure sympathy and success, and secure the election of land, to which any man is entitled, who feels himself competent to 'love and cherish' some one of the barefoot beauties, he surrendered his heart to one of the flowers of the Otoes. If he felt himself somewhat lowered it was more than made up in the way Mrs. Lo's spirits were exulted. She thought her sister Otoes, who aspired no higher for a husband than some one of their race, were no equals of hers. She foreswore calico as beneath any woman of spirit, Could not put up with a common Indian pony to make her calls, and finally made a triumphant march going alone to the East and visiting all her husband's friends. If I have opened the eyes of any of the young men afflicted with the disease of impecuniosity, in Wisconsin, how to get a farm, I shall charge nothing for it, only that they will remember the editor with a lock of the hair of their Otoe. I wish I could give a faithful pen picture of our journey up the Blue. "Hills rose and fell," one swell after another glides by. Now the bed of some dry fork lined with timber is crossed, again for a mile or two some elbow of the Blue is brushed. Never have I seen wild plums in such luxurious abundance as along these streams. The trees bend under their luscious burden of the largest forest size, and of excellent flavor. Only a small share of the crop is ever gathered. I have eaten since of almost every name In Nebraska each Kind only a Pro tean form of plum. I conclude that nothing is more capable of metamorphosis into all you want than plums. They cast codfish completely in the shade. At Blue Springs, where we exchange horses, we were overtaken by a severe thunder storm. Never have I seen heavens artillery play more majestically. When it rains here it comes down as though there was nothing to hold it up. Like Paddy's Niagara there seems to be nothing to "hinder' it. The old grammarians used to style "rivers winds and mouths" "masculine," If the winds and mouths are what constitute weather, i think the grammarians have missed the mark in regard to Nebraska. for nothing is so fickle and changeable. The sun will often greet you with a smile in the morning, the balmy breezes will caress you, but the weather wise know that this is only a precursor that it will "sour on them' before night; just as many a happy husband in the endearments of his spouse may have forebodings of a storm brewing about his house. Thus have I apostrophized, soliloquized; philosophized, or attempted description until we are fairly in Beatrice, where I make my best bow to my readers hoping they will secure more interesting letters in future

HESPERIAN.