Three Score Years and Ten

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Title: 'Three Score Years and Ten' Life-Long Memories of Fort
Snelling, Minnesota, and Other Parts of the West
Author: Charlotte Ouisconsin Van Cleve
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Three Score Years and Ten.
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"THREE SCORE YEARS AND TEN,"
LIFE-LONG MEMORIES
OF
FORT SNELLING, MINNESOTA,
AND
OTHER PARTS OF THE WEST,
BY
CHARLOTTE OUISCONSIN VAN CLEVE.
1888.

COPYRIGHTED 1888.
PRINTING HOUSE
HARRISON & SMITH, 257 AND 259 FIRST AVENUE SOUTH,
MINNEAPOLIS, MINN.

DEDICATION.
"To the husband of my youth, by whose side I have journeyed more
than half a century, and whose tender love has brightened my whole
life, this book is dedicated."

ST. PAUL, MINNESOTA,
515 Portland Avenue.

March 14, 1888.
MY DEAR MRS. VAN CLEVE:
Whenever there is growth in any community the desire arises to know
something of what was in the beginning. It was with no weariness I
read in manuscript the "Reminiscences" from your pen. Each chapter
contains something in connection with the dawn of civilization in the
west, which is worthy of being preserved. The incidents related are
stirring, and the style is graphic. When I finished the perusal I felt the
force of the adage, that "Truth is Stranger than Fiction." As the diary
of John Evelyn, throwing light upon the days of Charles the Second, is
still read, so I think, if printed, your unaffected narrative will always
find a place in the private and public libraries of Minnesota and the
Western States.
Believe me,
Sincerely,
EDWARD D. NEILL.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. 7
II. 16
III. 24
IV. 32
V. 38

VI. A COINCIDENCE. 45
VII. ANDREW TULLY. 49
VIII. A WOLF STORY. 62
IX. RED RIVER OR SELKIRK SETTLEMENT. 68
X. RUNNING THE GAUNTLET. 74
XI. 80
XII. CINCINNATI. 91
XIII. NEW HOME--SCHOOL DAYS. 99
XIV. FATHER'S DEATH, ETC. 105
XV. 110
XVI. 125
XVII. 131
XVIII. MALCOLM CLARK. 148
XIX. 157
XX. 161
XXI. 167
XXII. THE GOLDEN WEDDING. 173
* * * * *

"Three Score Years and Ten."

CHAPTER I.
One evening long ago, when this wonderful century, now in a vigorous
old age, had just passed its nineteenth birthday, in a bright, cheerful
sitting-room in the good old city of Hartford, Conn., sat a fair young
matron beside a cradle in which lay sleeping a beautiful boy a year and
a half old. The gentle motion of her little slippered foot on the rocker,
keeping time with the soft humming of a cradle hymn; the work-basket
near by; and the dainty needle work in her hand; the table tastefully
spread for two, and the clear wood fire in the old-fashioned fireplace,
formed as restful a picture of domestic peace and content as one could
wish to see.
But the expectant look in the bright blue eyes, uplifted at each sound,
clearly indicated that some one was coming who should round out this
little circle and make it complete.
And now the familiar footstep draws near and the husband and father
enters; she rises joyfully to meet him, but seeing in his face a look of
grief or pain, exclaims, "What is it, dear husband?" He holds her very
close, but cannot find words to tell her that which will cross all their
cherished plans of a year's quiet resting in her native city; and handing
her an official document, with its ominous red seal newly broken, he
watches her anxiously as she reads:
Lieutenant Nathan Clark, U. S. Fifth Infantry: You are hereby
appointed Assistant Commissary of Subsistence, and will forthwith join
your regiment at Detroit, which is under orders to move to the
Mississippi river and establish a military post at the mouth of the St.
Peters river.
With respect and esteem,
GEORGE GIBSON, Com. Gen. of Subsistence.
Twice she reads this order, and then, looking up with a smile, says,
with a slight tremor in her voice: "Is this all, beloved? Why should it so

distress you? You surely do not flinch from duty?" With a perceptible
start at such a suggestion, the gallant young soldier replies: "No, no, my
precious wife; but this means separation from you and our boy, for you
cannot venture on so long and perilous a journey as