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226 ANNALS OF OUR ANCESTORS<br />
black. Soon we were walk<strong>in</strong>g down <strong>the</strong> gangplank, <strong>and</strong> <strong>our</strong><br />
feet touched <strong>the</strong> soil <strong>of</strong> a new world — <strong>the</strong> great Northwest.<br />
The coaches, we learned, were those <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Burbank l<strong>in</strong>e,<br />
<strong>and</strong> did <strong>the</strong> freight<strong>in</strong>g from St. Paul to <strong>the</strong> far North <strong>in</strong> w<strong>in</strong>ter,<br />
as well as carry<strong>in</strong>g passengers from Prairie du Chien to <strong>the</strong><br />
far<strong>the</strong>st forts. With <strong>our</strong> trunks <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> boot, we were now<br />
comfortably roll<strong>in</strong>g about on <strong>the</strong> heavy, elliptical spr<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>and</strong><br />
on <strong>our</strong> way to Anoka. The vast amount <strong>of</strong> freight<strong>in</strong>g d<strong>one</strong><br />
by that company, even <strong>fifty</strong> <strong>years</strong> ago, would make an <strong>in</strong>terest<strong>in</strong>g<br />
page <strong>in</strong> <strong>history</strong>. They owned <strong>the</strong> entire route along <strong>the</strong><br />
upper Mississippi, although when that river was open <strong>and</strong><br />
entirely free from ice <strong>the</strong>re was not so much need <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stage<br />
coach; but <strong>in</strong> w<strong>in</strong>ter <strong>the</strong>y were a necessity. With <strong>the</strong>ir f<strong>our</strong><br />
horses, <strong>the</strong>ir f<strong>in</strong>e fur robes, <strong>and</strong> fur-coated drivers <strong>the</strong>y made a<br />
picture <strong>of</strong> luxury which lent a charm to w<strong>in</strong>ter voyag<strong>in</strong>g over<br />
<strong>the</strong> sparkl<strong>in</strong>g snow. I remember to have met <strong>one</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se<br />
luxurious turnouts on <strong>our</strong> way along <strong>the</strong> river bank. Sometimes<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> cold w<strong>in</strong>ters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> North <strong>the</strong>y used <strong>the</strong> river as a<br />
highway. Stories are told <strong>of</strong> airholes, <strong>of</strong> horses fall<strong>in</strong>g through<br />
<strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> water, <strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir rescue by means <strong>of</strong> halters thrown<br />
over <strong>the</strong>ir heads to raise <strong>the</strong>m <strong>and</strong> keep <strong>the</strong>m from s<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g till<br />
<strong>the</strong>y could be helped out alive. Many a tragic tale is told <strong>of</strong><br />
airholes <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> ice <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mississippi.<br />
All along <strong>the</strong> trail, every few miles, was a f<strong>in</strong>e hostelry<br />
prepared to enterta<strong>in</strong> travelers or, as an old settler is quoted<br />
as say<strong>in</strong>g, "to deta<strong>in</strong> travelers <strong>in</strong> a hostile manner." With<br />
boats <strong>in</strong> summer <strong>and</strong> stage coaches <strong>in</strong> w<strong>in</strong>ter <strong>the</strong> track was<br />
kept open all <strong>the</strong> year around. Thus <strong>the</strong> frontier forts were<br />
fed by Burbank freight wagons up as far north as Fort Abercrombie.<br />
We met <strong>the</strong>m every h<strong>our</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> day as <strong>the</strong>y toiled<br />
through <strong>the</strong> deep s<strong>and</strong> along <strong>the</strong> river road; we saw on this<br />
wedd<strong>in</strong>g trip <strong>of</strong> <strong>our</strong>s <strong>the</strong> primitive methods <strong>of</strong> traffic <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
great state <strong>of</strong> M<strong>in</strong>nesota.<br />
On Saturday we reached Anoka <strong>and</strong> stayed all night with<br />
an old friend <strong>and</strong> teacher <strong>of</strong> Mr. Frost — Mrs. Hattie Waterhouse.<br />
My husb<strong>and</strong>'s people were liv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> St. Francis, <strong>and</strong><br />
he walked <strong>the</strong> fifteen miles over <strong>the</strong>re to see <strong>the</strong>m, return<strong>in</strong>g<br />
with a horse <strong>and</strong> buggy for me. As we drove along I found