The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1855-09-01


given up without thought How many
fond hopes are here crushed by one swing
of Times scythe, or Johns scythe it was,
believe. They are warm and smooth. How
good they felt to the warm-brcastcd mother .
Here she sat mute, rejecting upon the JOY
ful times when she would inform her mate
that her shells were broken. and both Of them
should bring diiapdated worm to the ugly
looking mouths of their calOw Young! But
when did child ever look ugly to its mothcr.
And larks doubtless think their feathcrless,
discolored, yellow -mant.cl squads more beau
tiui than full -erown humming birds And
now the bcreaved mother is hying upon the
fence. and thence to the top Of a near bush.
to see the issue. We carefully put up sticks
abou; the nest. and took oaths of humanity
from all the bows, and caused horse rakcs and
cart wheels to respect the nest. But when
the grass was cleared from the field, and the
nest was left wide open to the sun. without
shade or protection. the owners held a coun
sci over matters, and resolved to abandon the
desecratcd nest, set :he eggs down to profit
and loss. cmgrate to another meadow. and
begin lie again After two days waiting,
some of the kind friends without our knowl-
edge. removed the dcSolatc nest and placed
it upon our writing table. and there i: now
lies before us. with vine of green leaves
and a few spikes OF yellow swce;-clover.
twncd about it. Poor eggs. No larks shall
We ever be- Yc shall not shake dew from
the grass, nor pick worms from the earth.
nor sing mournful minor song. as hear
your kindred now doing from ont Of the field
before my window.
Meanwhile all the boys have been at work
spreading the grass. The Eav-cc,k> of YES
tcrlav have been opened. The noon comes
on. 1t is timc to house it. 1t is a brave work
to see men pitching and loading hay. We
lie down under the applc-trces and exhort
them all to diligence. We are surprised at
any rausc> to wipe The respiration form
their hrowS We are very cool. We think
having a beautiful sport We admire to see
it roil on from our window We resist all
ovcrturcS of the ST., the ar,,! tie fork. for we
think one engaged in the midst O. it less "a
yoyahiv situated to make calm and accurate
observations.
The day passes AMI ;he i-!.:. N'h an
other morning.. and that Saturday morning.
comes up the sun without single cloud to
wipe Lis face upon. The air is clear and
crystal No mist on the river No fleece
upon the mountains Yc! the barometer is
>nkinc-ha> been sinking all night II has
fallen more than quacr of an inch. and
continnc> slowly 10 fail Oar plans must be-
laid accordingly We will cut the clover
which is to bc cured in the cock and prepare
to Get in all of yesterdays moving before two
o'clock. Not til about ten is any change.
Tiirn the Sun-lrht seems pale. thou1!i no
coui i before i: Some invisible ,aror ha>
struck through the atmosphere. Ev-and f,v
Clouds h,'yin t0 form loose. vast. cumhror>
tha; slowly roll and change their unwirldy
shapes, and take on every shade Of color that
lies between the darkest lca'icn gray and the
most brilliant silver gray. One load we roll
in before dinner While cat,hin. our haS:v
meal. affairs GROW critical The sun is hid
den The noon is dark MI hands are sum-
moncd Now. if YOU wish to see pretty work
lEg, follow Che cart. and see long forks leap
into the cocks of hay. and to a backward ,iit
they spring up, poi>c a moment in the air.
shoot forward. and are carch, upon the load
bv nimhle John. and in twinklins are in
their place. We hear thunder, Light
ninrS flash on the horizon. Jim. and Frank,
and llenrv Sumner. are >prnGinr at the clo-
Yer, rolling it into heaps, and dressing it
down so as to shed rain. There are no lazy
homes there
On the other side of the road there is
small piece of this mornings cut grass lying
spread. Even we ourselves wake up and 90
to work. All the girls and ladies come forth
to the fray. Delicate hands are making live
ly work, raAing up the dispersed grass, and
hying with right nimbIc steps here ard there,
I..i, .I,on &C i
prey. And now the long winrows are form
ed. The last load of hay from the other fields
has just rolled triumphantly into the barn
Down jumps John. with fork in hand, and
and rolls up the winrows into cocks We
follow and CLEAN with the rake. The last one
is finished. A drop pats down on my face.
Another, and another Look at those base
less mountains that tower in the west, black
as ink at the bottom, glowing ike snow at
the top edges What gigantic evolutions -
They open, unfold change form, flash light
nings through their spaces, close up their
black CULTS and move on with irresistible but
silent march through tie heated air. Far in
the north the rain has begun to sheet down
upon old GreyLock But the sun is shin
ing through the shower and changing it to a
golden atmosphere, in which the mountain
lifts up its head like gIorifed martyr amid
his prosecutions! Only look can we spare,
and all Of US run for the house, and in good
time. Down comes the flood, and every drop
is musical. We pity the neighbors who, not
warned bv the barometer, are racing and
chasing to secure their outlaying crop.-H
IL Boo,Ilr an JLo T,,<J<