Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1858-10-23

always "six weeks Of Indian Summer in
Octp Counting time by "heart-thrdBs," |
you will say--but surely one might live
dozen common mornings in single one like )
this. Watch the shadows chase each other
over yonder range of hills, draped to their
SUBMITS in cri mson and gold, save where
here and there group of sombre eyergreens
stand boldly out, unchanging in the midst
of change. See how, upon the placid Bay
are mirror'd back the glories of the earth,
and sky, and in the distance is the noble
Lake. heasihg and sparkling in its strange
Unrest, aud murmuring to itself of storms /
gone by.
Far over the waters towards the south
ern shore, mirage is nearly always visible.
The hills, and the trees for miles beyond
our natural vision are painted on the sky,
appearing now in one place, and now in
another, moving and disappearing like
scenes in panorama. On the waterJ sthall
boats are magnifed into large sailing crafts,
| little elevations along the coast, into noun
tains, and waveets into towering Uillows
which threaten to submerge the shore. SO
strange is the phenomenon that one Is all
most led To believe himself an inhabitant Of
fairy land. .,.. a- ......., ......
Ia the street below my window, Is d
group of Indian Women who have spicd me
at my occupation, aud are standing in nd-
miring awe of woman who can write l.
Miserable slaves to the stronger sex as they
are, cohbeled to do all the labor, and
drudgery, and bear uncompIainingIy all
abuser A white wUrian petted, and cdu-
Gated, and to whotfi the gentlemen touch
their hats reverentially, is looked upon as
something too far removed from them fdf
more than d stolen glancej and even now,
as they see me raise my head, they are NOV
ing away, toes iaoard, of course, An In
dian always turns the feet inward III walk;
ing, and this imparts peculiar ungraceful-
ness to the whole carriage, Aud now here
comes a squaw in hoops. The expanded
: skirt, SO long it trails upon the grounds and
betrays every row of frame work beneath
, it. A gay wUrsted shawl is folded about
the shoulders, and she is bonnetless, but
jewelry is pendant from her ears, and her
glossy hair, tied with ribbons is braided
down her back, This is an Indian belle
The beau who wishes to make himself
Eirresistabie, paints his face in patches OF
terthiIliUn; and ties a strip of flannel about
his head, or deeurates it with feathers
Red legiHs and embroidered moccasOus,
, with loga-like blanket folded proudly over
his breast are added to his costume, and
: he is ready for conquest Until the red
man casts aside his blanket, it is useless to
think Of ciyilizing him, or of inducing him
to bend his energies to toll. 1t is the cher
Il ished badge of freedom from restraint--a
necessity of his mode Of life; his pride by
+ day, his covering by the campfire through
} the night. "Puss in gloves" occurs to me
t Whenever l meet one of these dingy lords
of crentiUni aud try to imagine those close
wrapped hands engaged in the great battle
of Progressive Life.
We are to-day planning boat excursion
e to tie forest at the head Of the Bay, to
t complete our collection of MOSES and lith-
ems. 1t is said there are twenty-seven spe'
, cies to be found here but we have not yet
!. obtaind more than half that nuni6ef Up
! on one ledge of rocks which we have climb
: ed were ten varieties growing within our
!, reach. Among them we're large tufts Of
. the reindeer's fdedfits lithens; some of them
e a pale ash color, Others had a lilac tint, and
= were of pale sea-green. Then there was
e a srtecies of moss Which fesembled minid'
= ture marabout plumes; so soft and delicate
: we pronounced them intended for Queer
Is Titania's coronal. Nevertheless VIC pur
.. Ioined d few to add to the treasures alrea
! l. dy pinned mp in our handkerchefs to be
! borne to the seneta by our laughing cave
5 Tiers, Who prsiendsd not to syhapathise il
y our enthusiasni but we knew they did II
L, Occasionally STORMY day will come eve
IN to us; and then we find amusement am
" companionship in books. In the lie
Charles Lamb, met the other day one
those suggestive sentiments which close
the book covers and sends You off on
h. tangent of thought 5 sa# 7ari -as
al "When a very little boy, as he was wall
ty ing with his sister in q church yard heSuc
,r- denly asked her, Mary, where do the aaugf
TT ty people lie p" rsL ~
u, 1t has been said jestingly, that If hal
= the buried were to dfise, and read tile ia
ds scriptluus on their tornb.stoOcs, they ~0nl
he suppose they had been in the wrong graves
in and that ''all men are saints after the
er are dead p But, to mei the sentimel
I'll which leads us to e$tol the vittussf al
II. ignore the faults of the dead is a holy on
he If while living they plunged into folly, an
nd perhaps into sin, We then might use the