To my fellow Bourbon Democrats and interested Mugwumps,
The Upper Peninsula of Michigan may well be the greatest economic success story of our times. This area was incorporated into the state as part of the settlement of the Toledo War. At the time, Detroit wanted nothing to do with these woods. Now, Michiganders would be lost without all this white pine!
From here in Ironwood to Sault Ste. Marie, bountiful timber and abundant copper have built up the economy. Immigrants have come from every nation to work here, bringing their diverse cultures and religions with them. I am especially fond of the pasties or "meat-pies" from Cornwall that have become a local staple. I take mine with rutabaga!
Above all, though, Iron is king here. In this ferous land, countless mines burrow deep into the ground. Workers arrive faster than housing can be built. What a boon!
Nevertheless, a handful of locals speak of a dangerous subterranean magic at work in these caves. I have never seen such skittish Scandinavians and prickly Poles in my life. I am not one for superstition, so I naturally waved off their tales as fear-mongering piffle. Still, the curious mind of man wonders what tantalizing possibilities dwell in these endless caverns.
To slake my curiosity, I am leading a group of men underground to explore. Composed of locals and our campaign volunteers, I intend to greet the miners in their own environs while putting these ridiculous rumors to rest. My next communication will be after I return here above ground. I look forward to reporting in full about Michigan's grand, job-creating ore!