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Show WELLSVILLE. Your many readers may wish to know how the good people of this Burg felt on the 24th. The answer would be, they were loaded and primed before the time came, and they did not miss fire. When the king of the day peeped over the Eastern Mountains, and the brow of his capacious face looked into our beautiful valley, many were in the streets, and on the public square anxious to pay their respects, which they did by the firing of guns of all sorts. While Messers. Brown & Co. (Company) raised the stars and stripes to the music of Captain Wm. (William) Haslam's Brass Band. At nine o' clock a procession was formed on the public square - and such a sight it was. Its make up was something like this. The first team was an ox team driven by Bro. (Brother) Willard Baxter. It contained in the wagon - and beside it, the father and mother and grandfather and grandmother of a numerous family. The team looked jaded and the general appearance was that of emigrants just arrived from Omaha. This represented "The Pioneers of 1817," and a sunburnt worn out lot they looked. In company with them rode two representative Indians, a true exhibit of the only companions they had on arriving here. Behind the ox-team followed "Pioneers to Cache in 1850." Your correspondent thought to see who were our benefactors and looking into the conveyance beheld the genial, smiling face of H.W. Maugham and in company with him the no less gracious faces of Father Timothy Parkinson, Joseph Woodward and John Therkell, alias "Lord Cardigan." Following this came "Utah as it is." No less than fifty young ladies from fourteen to twenty-two years old, all dressed in white, and when seated on the platform many a sight less beautiful has been seen in visions. After the procession all repaired to the meeting hall and listened to good music, singing and short but characteristic speeches. Old and young seemed to enter with vim into the recreations provided by the committee of arrangements and at night all was brought to a close by the never failing finishing stroke, "A public party in the Hall." |