That’s been our fix for nearly a week. To be sure, no foreign or traitor foe, with
bristling bayonets and shotted guns, ready to deal death on our heads, hems us
in, and threatens our conquest, but an insidious worker, noiselessly and
irresistibly advancing, has surrounded us with breastworks, embankments and
walls of multitudinous, crystalline particles.
For three days of this week communication with the rural districts was
about as frequent as the visits of a Southern darkey to the school house; and
the country people were becoming desperately hard up for news, and town folks
began to scent afar off shortness of fodder.
Yesterday, however, a few farmers broke the blockade, and forced their
way into town with their teams. They
were mostly from the neighborhood of the ‘Summit,’ where some thirty farmers
clubbed together and extricated themselves from the wilderness of snow. The river roads, both east and west, have
been in quite good condition for several miles out. One man yesterday morning, who lives about
eight miles on the Hickory Grove road and walked into town, says that two sleighs
that passes his house at 1 o’clock Wednesday afternoon, hadn’t reached town
when he arrived yesterday morning. Such
an accumulation of snow of course prevents much enjoyment of it in the shape of
sleigh riding, but we have had our share of that this winter, and can dispense
with it if the clerk of the weather will hurry up the opening of the river. –
Davenport Gazette, 7th.
– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye,
Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, March 15, 1862, p. 4
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