Part 4 (2/2)

My wedding dress was a white muslin, made very full around the botto dress was made the saht breadths of twenty-seven inch silk That silk was in constant wear for fifty years and if it was not all cut up, would be just as good today My shoes were brown cloth to match and had five or six buttons I had another pair that laced on the outside Nothing has ever fitted the foot like those side-lace shoes My traveling cape was of black net with bands of silk--very a I wore a white straw bonnet tri and the flowers in front of the flaring ri There was a wreath of therown up for a sixteen year old bride

Mr Luther Webb, Indian agent, used to visit us often

The Indians were always very curious, and spentwe did In ti black eyes on us as ould have been if a gentle old cow had been looking in

Mrs Rufus Farnham--1850

I moved to the faro The Red River carts used to pass along betweena baby under one ar water from the well, so could not tell which way they went I only saw theht in front ofbut work

Sugar cae cone It was cracked off when needed When purchased, a blue paper rapped around it This when boiled, made a dye of a lovely lavender shade It was used to dye all delicate fabrics, like fringe or silk crepe I have a silk shahich I dyed in this way in '56 that still retains its color Later I paid 50c for three teacups of sugar This just filled a sugar bowl

My mother used to live on First Street North Once when I was spending the day with her a dog sled fro, passed the house There were never many of these after we came for it seemed that the Red River carts had taken their places There were six dogs to this team They laid down and hollered just in front of the house I suppose they were all tired out The half breed driver took his long rawhide whip and give the on to St Paul When they were rested, they would come back from St Paul, like the wind It only took a few days for theo, to and from the fort, while it took the carts many weeks The drivers would have suits of skin with the hair inside They never forgot a bright colored sash A bridal couple ca team once, after I moved here, but the sled I saw only had a load of fine furs

I s bread Very few could ether until it was a little thicker than hly sour, I put in h to ht there was nothing like it

Captain John Van der Horck--1850

I always relied on an Indian just as I did on a white man and never foundwith thehs out of St Paul Game was very plentiful My Indian coun He would paddle the frail canoe We would see the gao his I would be loading while he was shooting All game was plenty, plenty

Well I re eyes--look at you so trustingly I never could shoot theeese in season that their flight would sound like a train of cars does now Once I went deer hunting and saw six does They turned their beautiful faces towards me and showed no fear I could not shoot thes of those Red River carts andfrom Fort Garry or Pembina

Mrs James Pratt--1850

My father moved to Minnesota Territory in '50 We lived with my uncle, Mr Tuttle, who had ain a sovernment, but my father and he added twomy father took up land and built a house down by the river not far froan to work on the Godfrey ht of an Indian would nearly throw her into a fit

You can i fits most of the time for they were always around Ti the men, but I never knew them to hurt anyone Father said it used to make even hiht close up to hiait and kept it all the tiht father was a little late andthe day, so she was just about ready to fly She always hated whip-poor-wills for she said they were such loneso intently Then she, who had tried so hard to be brave, broke into wild la, she knew the wolves or Indians had killed father and she would never see hirandmother tried to calm her, but she would not be co her settled down She said the whip-poor-wills seeht, ”Oh, he's killed--Oh, he's killed” What these timid town bred women, used to all the comforts of civilization, suffered as pioneers, can never be fully understood After that, whenever father was late, little as I was, and I was only four, I knehat h and would always sit close to her and pat her

Our ho a rain it leaked in showers

My little sister was born just at this tiht it would kill mother, but it did not seem to hurt her

The Indians used to coave them all we had but when they ate it all up they dehtened, but they did not hurt us Father used to tap the et any sap for the Indians drank it all That winter we lived a week on nothing but potatoes

Our nearest neighbor was Mrs Wass She had two little girls about our ages They had coo there to play and often did so Once when I was four, her little girls had green and white ginghas I had ever seen and probably they were, for we had little When reen and white scraps of cloth fell out of the front of my little low necked dress Mother asked at once if Mrs Wass gave them to me and I had to answer, ”No” ”Then,” she said, ”in theyou will have to take them back and tell Mrs Wass you took the, the first thing, she took e of their plowed field and ot there, Mrs Wass ca these” She took me up in her arms and said, ”You dear child, you are welcome to them” But ain

We had a Newfoundland dog by the nahbor who had a lonely cabin borrowed him to stay with his hile he ay Someone shot him for a black bear No person was ever lamented more

In '54 my father built the first furniture factory at Minnetonka Mills

Our house was near it The trail leading froht by the house and it seemed that the Indians were always on it

There were no locks on the doors and if there were, it would only have ly to use the They had been in a scrie with the Chippewas and had their wounded with the for the house but only our tirandmother were there The Sioux caht had their war dance I was only seven years old at the ti scalps and those hollering, whooping fiends, as they danced I think they must have been surprised in camp by the Chippewas for they had wounded squaws, too, with theh the mouth The men were hideously painted One side of one's face would be yellow and the other green It see I was barefoot, playing in the yard There were bushes around and I heard a queer noise like peas rattling in a box I could not see what made it, so finally ran in and told father He came out and lifted up a wide board over two stones He jurabbed an ax and cut the head off a huge rattlesnake It had ten rattles We never saw its mate