Litchfield enquirer., 1832-01-26
From ths LYyom ing Herald.
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GETTING A GOOD START

GETTING A GOOD SIAR1.
 From the desk of Poor Robert the Scribe.
 Much depends on getting a good start, said my old friend Howard, as we were a. bout setting out upon a journey, to Ono, to see that wonderful country, to which
 many of our good people moved, few years ago, and from which three out ot four heartily wished themselves safe back again. The day had hardly dawned be-. fore we were fairly on our way; the first glistenings of the sun broke out on the mountains peak, which we were ascend- ing--the valley below us lay obscure in an ocean of mist-all the freshness and sweetness of June morning-the spicy sllrub-thc fragrant wild rose--the twit- tering swallow-tha robbins whistle and the milk maids song, shed delight on our path. True, we were leaving tho beauti- full valley--the most charming gem in tho rich bracelet of creation; true. we were leaving home and those who were dear to our affections, but we had heard of Ohio, of the Pickaway plains, of the rich bot toms of Hockhocking, friends and Kindred too were there. and we wished to see the land of promise so much praised. My good friend Howard had seen much of the world, had accumulated wealth, twas shrewd withal, was benevolent, loved his country, his friends and his story. Much depends on getting a good star,,' said he to me when as tho sun rode high and his beams began to pour in oppressive floods upon us, we stopped 24 miles from our starting place to rest and bait. When the mode of travelling was on good saddle horse, and fifty miles day a long ride ]; then there was besides health and exercise, chance to see the country; you could ask farm or how his crops came on, you could spend
 a minute to admire fine meadow---a brave steed or pretty woman :; you were not whisked along like q witch on broom stick, or Satan on comets tail, like our modern steamboats; or horrible to tell your locomotive rail road engines. It is sad to think of Already has travelling become so common and so cheap, that women cannot stay at home and on the great thoroughfares there arc such crowd ing of men, women and children, that one might suppose half the world turned out of doors, and wandering cast and vest. H
 But where did you get your favorite saying, MT. Howard,' inquired !. 'Oh will tell you,' said he; and tho reader will please to observe, that the recent attention paid to horse racing-the match between Bonnets of Blue and Goliah, brought the story to recollection. was at Alba ny som, time ago, said he, and there was to be what for these days, was great race, three mile heats, and some thousand dol- lars were betted on the issue. Towards evening of the day preceding the race, a stranger with blanket, saddle-bags, and the usual trappings of a western man, stop ped at the inn where the Jockeys congre- eated-the race was talked of; the trav- eIler declared be was sorry he had not known of it, as he had critter conld beat any thing quarter in the village but he had come from Boston and was tired. Ea- ger for sport. the Jockies told him not to mind that; they did not doubt his poney was very fleet, he had better enter for the purse, the entrance money only 15 dollars. Yielding to their importunities, the way faring man declared. by Gracious he would try em a hack The horse was enter ed. ordered good feed extra, and to be rubbed down, which nightly delighted the knowing ones, especially two sor three, who so far imposed on the simplicity ofthe traveller as to coax himsto bet considsra- l ble money, indeed ali he could muster on 1 the race. Morning came and luckily smart fellow in Jockey trim, came along'