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Cromwell Argus, Volume V, Issue 244, 14 July 1874, Page 7

They are in a state of great excitement in Breckinridge, Minn. This youthful hut flourishing town has had its first baby. The shops were closed, the field-hands had a day’s holiday ; and turnips, carrots, and beets lay idle in market waggons. The solitary prisoner in the log gaol was allowed to roam about in his call without his meals, and the cry of “ mad bull” passed by unheeded. It was, in the language of the local journal, “ a bright day for Breckinridge, and gave it a place among the brotherhood of nations.” The baby, when it was born, weighed one pound and a quarter, but ■when it was two weeks old it had gained two pounds. It was six inches long, and a common tumbler would cover it. This is a small baby, it is true, but Breckinridge is a small place ; besides, it is young, and cannot be expected to produce such large babies as older towns. But it is a thriving baby, or it would not have gained two pounds in as many weeks. At this rate, it will weigh fifty pounds at the end of a year ; and by the time it is ten years old it will pull down the scales at 520 pounds. So it will be seen that although Breckinridge has begun modestly it has begun well, and the greatest hopes may be entertained regarding its future progress.