The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-11-29
\ 5keteb Of Country lifr.
IFrom Graham 3 Mag.sil.s.
My Experience in the Country.

The next morning, after assisting i'll put
ting away the breakfast things, threw OF,
INV bonnet for a while 1t was a splendid
May morning. and took the path to the
river. Oh, how beautiful in its loneliness did
Every thing appear The sunshine lay attn
wart my path. in golden net work, and the
odors Of the gun,my pines hlltd the air with
fragrance. | sat down beneath giant oak,
whose roots were washed by the busy little
river; and lost in pleasing revcly,. Ill which
Homework had hut small share | was I'M
mindful of the lapse Of time. until a footstep
ut my side aroused me. Turning quickly,
bcheld gentleman regarding me with APP
barcnt surprise. As rose from my seat he
advanced towards ,ne, and bowling respect
fully, addressed me: Madam, | have been
so uniol tunatc as to lose my way; con you
direct me to the residence OF Col Haynins 6!
looked at the stranger-he was tall and
Commanding; thick, glossy brown fair hung
carclcssly back over pale, thoughtful brow.
deep, searching eyes, which knew were full
Of tenderness, and smile OF strange sweet
ness.
had no hesitation in walking with him in
sight of Col. IIaynlng $ residence; and, as
turned toward Pine Glen, the stranger asked.
'.Do you reside in this vicinity. madam 9
For the present" | answered II hope
then, to have the pleasure Of renewing your
acquaintance at no very distant period, and
he handed me his card. | read the name
Robert HdyIing.
The dishes were hardly washed after tea
that evening, before Reuben Sargent, with
his hair and handkerchief rcdolent of cologne,
made his debut. lie had called. he said to
ask Miss Eastman to take a little ride with
INN, as it was pleasant, and he thought, may
he, she would like to view the scenery Of
Pine Glen by moonlight. | excused myself
on the plea Of "cold:" and Mr.. Sargent took
his departure, with All air Of injured inno-
ccnce
The weekly churn,ng day came, and aunt
llatty was DESTROYS to have me understand
the art Of buttcr-making. The churn was
one of those ancient machines, made IN the
form of u conc; and the butter was brought
by means of dash attached to a perpcn-
dIcular handle. At this dash handle | was
stationed, with Instructions to pull up the
dash and drop it down again as fast as
could. | followed directions, and at the ex-
piration of thrce.quartcrs of all hour, felt
some curiosity to see how encelnte matters
were progressing; so, after considerable cX-
crton, got oil the ever, and pccped cnu-
tolsly in. A mass of fluid, more nearly re-
semhling hot water than anything had ever
seen, met my astonishcd gaze. | had heard
that in old times the cream in churns had
been ewitchcd 10y evil spirits, and ran with
all speed and told aunt llatty that the cream
had turned to hot wafer!
MASSEY -sakcs.alivc, Marion J" exclaimed
my Aunt, opening her eyes to their widest
tension, what is the matter now g and the
good lady dropped the cheese she was pre-
larng for the press, and followed me to the
scene Of action. She hcaycd sigh ofrclief
after she had examined matters and then
gravcly informed me that had been churnine
all the time on the water which had been
nut into the churn to scald it., while the
cream was safe in its own jar i'll the milk
room!
Things were speedily put in the right II ain
churn dash. After pounding away until my
hands were blistcled, ] had the satisfaction
of seeing the golden butter lying tcmptngly.
in the SNOW white buttcrmilk. Aunt stood
by me while beat and sailed it and when |
had finished, she pronounced it excellent.
Notwithstanding blist,rcd hands, was
happy could Show quite number ofscars
Obtained i'll honorable wars with domestic
drudgcry; and never did revolutionary vote
ran, when about applying for pension, look
upon his wounds with more conpaccncy,
than did upon my burnt arms and b,iatcrcd
fingers.
When Uncle George came to dinner. he
said, with a sly look at me, "Well, mother
YOU must spruce up, for Robert llayning is
coming here to tea and told him that there
was quite an agreeable little girl here, learn
ing to do housework and he had better come
up early"
| blushcd. (who could help it p and uncle
teasCd me with being i'll love with Reuben
Sargent
Several young ladies and gentlemen rode
out from the city that afternoon to see me,
but they went away before tea: and scarcely
had they done so, when in walked MIR. Sar-
gent, large as life" 1 was annoyed, but |
cxcrlcd myself TO do the agreeable to the
utmost had, to tell the truth, antici pated
much pleasure from the expected visit of MIR.
Hayning, and did not relish having Reuben
spoil my imagined bliss
AT tea-tme, Uncle George appeared, ac-
companied by Robert Hayning. | went
through the ceremony Of introduction with
the air of stoic MIR. lIavning barely saved
himself from smile at unclc's polite, "Per-
NIT NE to make you acquainted" &c.
Reuben established himself in Il chair by
my side, and by putting his lower limbs IN a
very elegant position across the back of an
other Chair, cfectually prevented all incur
sion on what one would have surlnised Inc to
be-his legal property.
Uncle and Mr.. Hayning talked Of the
weather. money-mattcrs, and the natural
features of Pine Glen vicinity. MIR. Hayning
said he thought Oak Grove by the river, the
most attractive spot he had visited, particu-
larly he added, the seat at the foot of the
large oak; and he stole an expressive look
towards the corner, where sat Ms. Sargent
prospective.
-. .lIcm !" calculated Reuben, drawing down
his mouth in contempt, you and don
blecve any such nonsense, do We Z" and he
smiled and smiled at me in the most unbear-
able manner.
;" "Vius etcs foul" I exclaimed, Indignantly
forgetting that Reuben did not bclong to the
nation Of onion soups and garlic lovers. Reu'
ben, to my establishment, replied, "Who's
that fool did you say s-why haint you had
an introduction to him? why it's Robert
IIayning,, Col. Ilaynng's rowdy boy" Sur.
prise forbade MY replying.
Tea was shortly after announced ready
and Reuben offered NE his coat sleeve, saying,
..Shan't escort you out, Miss Eastman 2
looked unutterable things at him, but he