American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1856-02-28
VISIT TO BEAR MOUNTAIN.
FOUND IN MY PORTFOLIO.

Some weeks ago We published R1sella's
visit to Massachusetts-or at least dis
cription of her trip from Ohio to Massa-
chusetts-and some things which she saw
when she arrived there Here is a contin-
uation Of the same topic; aud most aimi-
rably written. l-ED. o. f.
-0h! got up so early this morning, long
before Aunt Nabby had breakfast ready,
because Tim said he would take me in his
carriage over to the village of Irving, to
cousin Hos.
Aunt Nabby had nice warm biscuits and
+ tea, and boiled mackerel and mashed pota-
toes for breakfast, and after all had partak-
en-, and Tim gone to Chestnut-hill pasture
for the horse, rolled up my sleeves and
cheerily went to work helping Aunt Nabby
wash the dishes.
Aunte eyed me askance all the time.
observed, and at last she said:-'Wonder
il you du know haow, darter, to du it rite!
Surely Auntie,' said l, as l got every
thing ready and poured the hot water up
on the cups and saucers.
There naow,' and she caught my arm
as eagerly as though had been pouring 3
quart Prussic acid down my devoted throat
4 'Oh, ye don't know nuther, yer not as old
as yer Aunt Nabby, child, said she, AM
then. with dignity becoming an empress
she hustled about and made a hot soap
suds and washed them. and then rinseC
them in warm water looked at her al
the time, and just as though | thought shC
was wondrous smart, but every time shC
turned her thin little back towards me
laughed to myself.
Little old Aunt Nabby not much large
than broomstick, and so thin and spry
eighty-si years old doing the work for
family of loved ones, and bobbing aroun'
with her long brown hair, and little, yel
. low. rippled face.
1 did want to find out all about the string
of old fashioned gold beads she wore, auC
the pretty ring on her left hand, and wa
Just going to ask her if the beads we're ono
her grandmother's, and the ring brida
gift. when the rolling Of wheels stopped a
the door. and Tins pleasant face wa
I thrust in at the open window among th
= honeysuckles and morning glories, callin!
I. me to get ready. Auntie turned with
vexed air. saying: You, Timify! mass,
me! what in natur-the pesky critter !
story all my vines poken his he'd in anon;
! 'em. .'--and sure enough every bloom wa
left trembling and shaking, as ifit psrtoo
of the terror stricken Aunt Nabby's fear
: Of the careless good boy, who had forgot
ten all, and was whistling Yankee Doodle
while he was arranging the robe in tn
waiting carriage. 1 did not find cousi
Ho living in such aPalace of a home a
Tim owned: They lived in humble littl
white house in the pretty village of Irving
Ia great church on one side, and a squar
brown seminary across the street; Will
up the street, and hill, were beautiful res
idences shut in by cedars, pines, tastefu
gardens and cool arbors. Back of th
house rises range Of hills. some of ther
bare, aud brown. and barren, and so drea
ry, while others are covered with stunte
,shrubbery. AT the foot of the range flow
!. Miller's River, a dark swift, rocky stream
that makes me think of evil spirits, an
murderers, and ghouls, and the strangel
gifted Poe's songs Of the Raven and Uls
lume. i9l. i'a tas