The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1849-11-07
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Ia CharnWooa Forest.
sy M. fowrrr.

One 6nr. hlrs,sring sulamn ,lay. qniel
aud venerable looking old gen,tenian nafss..
be seen. uits siiek in hand, taking ms
way lhloasil Inc streets of leicester. I.
any ene had Howell .Ir1. they would
have foand him directing his steps towards
tim side OF the toxn whieh leads 10
charnsood. The old gentleman. VIA
Was a quaker. took hrs wat leiscsriy bur
thorghdully. s,ofrieg esery now and then
IN see whas the isrusers' men were about,
who mere Ploeskiry up the stuhbles u
PEePaie tor another years crop. he
plused. also. at this and that fsnn.horse,
eaiiently having a real plrasrre in the
SIGHT oil good at cattle. and Ia the Rocks
Of paal,ry. Owls, ducks, geese and tnr-
kevs busy aboEt he barn door, where
the sound OF The Cad. or the swipple. as
they serni Il, was already heard, busily
knocking Out the cora &c the last hourti,
sul harvest. Oar old friend-a Friend :
Coz thoagh yos, dear readers. DO not know
him, he j. both. or rather vss, II IRE time
we speak of-ear Old friend. again irsLs-
lng On. soud pause on the brow &c a hill,
al stile. or on some rustic bridge. cast.
itc lis little ehtiging arch over brooklet.
ami f-ihalc the fresh autumn air, and after
looking around him. nod to himself. as if
d saw. Az. all good, all beautiful" and
SO be went ON again. Bat il would not
be hong before he would be again arrested
nv the clusters OF rich, letty btack-berries,
hanging ffcu sore old hawthorn hedge.
OF by clusters of arts hzrsing BY the vat
side, through the copse. Ia all these aa-
tural beauties our old way carer seemed to
have the enjoyment Of child. Black
betries ueiit into his mouth. and nuts into
his poekess. and so with suie,. fnquiring,
and thoaghtful, vet thoGghtliflly cheerful
look. the good old man vent on.
HE seemed bound Cor long walk. and
vet he seemed in no hurry. 10 one place
he stopped to talk 10 very old lahorer.
who was clearing ont a ditch and if you
bad been near. YOU would have heard that
their discourse was Of the past days, and
the changes in that part Of the country.
which the old iaborer thought were very
much for the worse-;tnd worse they uefe
for him for fortnerfy he was young and
full Of life. and now be was old and near
ly easrty Uflife. Then he was buoyant.
saris Songs, rizie fove. vert to wakes and
merry markings; now his wooing days
and his marrying and his married days
were o.er. His good old dame. who in
those young baxom days was round.
faced. rosy. plump and light-heartad danr>
sci. uas dead, and his children were mar
RED. and bad enough 10 do. In those.
DAVIS the poor fellow was strong and lusty.
had no fear and no care; in these be was
weak and totlering, had been pulled and
harrassed a thousand Ways, and was left.
as he said. like an old dry kex. !. q. a her,-
hck, OF cow-paf ,aip stalk. to be snoeAed
,lawr, and trodden into the dust some day.
Yes. sure enough, those past were very
much better DAYS than these were to hun.
No comparison. But John Basfor'f, our
old wanderer, was taking more cheerful
view OF thiisss, aud telling the newly OUT
worn laborer. that when the night earsae
there followed uaorning, and that the next
woald be heavenly morning, shining on
hills ef glory. on waters Of life, on eltles
OF the blest, where no sun rose. and no
sun set, and where every leylul creature
Of loyfial youth. who had been dear to hlrn
anil true to him and (sed. ueuld again meet
him, and make tunes such as should cause
songs OF Pr;lise 10 spring out ci his hsart
/ Just as lowers spetng oalt of a vernal tree
1 IN The rckinlled wariBth Of the sun.
Tae old lsheser leined reSeseblly al
his spade Is the woethy naa talked L