Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1837-10-13

with regard to the nature OF her affection for
Angelina, infnrinted his hatred towards The
child. although his grasping avarice would
not allow him TO relinquish the care of one
SO opulent | have already told how hnppi-
ly they both escaped from his tyranny; and
as nothing connected with The young West
Indian lranspired until my return to Amer.
ca, must beg the reader 10 pass over this
long pcriod,and allow his imagination 10 ac-
company me on one of the first excursions l
made in my native land, in the autumn of the
year 1917. Several of my friends having
heard there was plenty Of game at Weston
and Sudbury, proposed 10 collect shooting
par'yto ascertain the truth of the report
A mere love Of rambling induced me 10 Join
them for Cowper had so easily inspired
me with reluctance TO take away life, that
all the boasted excellence OF Joe Manton's
and percussion caps could ever tempt me to
be sportsman. had heard that something
IN commemoralion OF one OF King Philips
numerous battles, was to be found in this
neighborhood, and the love OF seeking on,
oil that our infant country dignifies with the
name OF antiquities, soon led me to desert n
scene where could neither crafty taste nor
display skill. My companions humored nv
hayward propensites by pointing out the
direction OF the place and promising to be
altogether independent Of me in their home
ward arrangements. should my long stay
render it necessary. The route they indca-
ted led over fence and wall. brake and brier
| wandered on until grew weary of hob
bling over potatoe fields, like boy Stumbling
through the first pages Of Virgil, and climb
ing slope after slope, like man condemned
10 the tread-mil Seeing lad in the high
road, dragging lazily along after couple OF
sleepy oxen, FASTENED TO overtake him, and
enquired where Wadsworth's monument was
to be found "Whir-ho," shouted the yeo.
man, in sharp and angular tones---at the
same time laying his whip parallel with the
eyes of his oxen. "What might YOU saw,
SRA 81 asked you to tell me where the
monument isl" "ldon't remember hearing
Of any monument in these parts" replied the
lad, tipping his hat on one side in very
knowing manner, and passing his brawny
fingers through his stiff red hair. till his
skull bore no small resemblance to an en-
chsnted haystack. "but Eve read in the prints
that they're going TO put up monerment al
Washington, that III cost Uncle Sam power
o. dollars" What was speaking Of" an.
swered ], lis a memorial Of Wadswor.h and
Bruklebank, massacred in King Philips
wars" According to my idees," replied
my informer. "a memorial 10 another guess
sort O. thing from monerment. Dad sent a
memorial to uncle Sam. about losing one OF
his toes in the old wal, but it III be long
enough aioIe dad has monerment guess"
Can you or can you not tell me where the
place isW repeated |, half yexed and half
amused with the ignoramus. THAT de-
ponds a-bit upon what place you mean. |
guess as how you'er from Boston. Some
how or other they hear of all sorts ofthings
down there" Seeing was not likely to
gain any Information. and shrewdly sus.
pectng the lad hadthat mischievous love Of
hoaxing his city brethren, so common in the
interior, passed briskly on. but was soon
stopped by shrill "halloo, misterl if so be
there is such a place round here, our school.
master can tell you all about il. He's Gu
rious man for farming. IL you AK him,
"can't you tell me where SIGH a place isl"
and he was TO say no. he'd mean yes. -
How so2" asked |, that's no proof of his
wisdom" But it is though; for you see
there's negative in your question, and il
there was negative in his answer, il would
be double yon see, and the grammar'd stand
him out in saying, that are was an aiiirma'
live" Smiling at this parade of scholastic
lore. enquired where this redoubted peda-
gogue resided. "Why he boards around,
sir, because the Town can't afford to pay his
board but he's curious larnt mamie
could tell you the latitude of your tongue,
and the Longitude OF your head. if you axed
him" "Your tongue has pretty great lati-
tude, | think sir" replied. mot upto the
Longitude O. my head CONT" said the buff
foon, tipping wink with that odd mixture
OF impotence. vugarily, and archness pecu-
liar 10 those who style themselves, "crank
country lads" What more his wit or his
wisdom might have chosen to amuse me
with, [ know not--for he stopped his con-
versation and pointing 10 dilapidated farm
house, exclaimed, 'rheres uncle Joe's house.
guess the muster lives there. Ii he aint at
home, maybe uncle Joe can tell you about
the monerment." Then whistling 10 his
oxen to quicken their pace, he without fur,
ther ceremony left me to my adventures.
found all attempts to make myself heard at
the front door of the mansion entirely use,
less; and continued walking round and
round the domains, until half dozen brick
red milk pans, strainer spread over wood
EN- pail. and checkered apron drying on a
plough handle, gave indications Of an inbablt
ed country. In answer to my knock, |
heard shril, sharp voice call out. "go TO
the door Joen But laconic "walkP ut
tered in tones as deep and gruff as the bass