Smyrna times., 1859-11-24
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Hri1en for the Smyrna Times.
Letter from Tslbot County, I'D.
ST. MIcHAELs, Nov. Is, 1859.


ST. MIcHAELs, Nov. I8, 1859.
MY DEAR Mr.. H.-As have strayed little
way from home, thought | would drop you a
line for the Times. A few mornings ago found
me IN Baltimore. After spending a day there,
looking round, | stepped on board steamer for
this place. 1t was very foggy morning and
at seven O'Clock our boat, with great deal of
care padded down the Patapsco Did you
ever make your way out of harbor in fog -
This morning it was very foggy i; was not one
OF those little things that Il pnif of air could
splt IN two or bear away, but one of those
grand old ones that deGeS your eye twenty
yards ahead and hems you in on all sides.-
Seven o'clock seems to be the startinr-hour of
quite number of steamers. And now. after
we had felt our way from the wharf aud down
the oasD, 1t was little amusing, though dam
gerous. A sharp, keen whistle would sonnd
Just ahead-a hoarse growing one to the risbt
alt-a shrlll, piercing one to the lett-a crack.
ed one far behind-ours meantime ansver;rr
with noble tone. BY this means We waro I'll
Kept sately-no tlmbers crashed and no homes
broken. Once, however, we found oursolu.s
Just ready to dispatch little craft. but she vas
discovered IN time to prevent mischief IN her
After several hours had past We had clear skv
and pleasant steaming.
Ooe thing traveller will remark as be nasses
up any of the rivers here, such as Miles or
Choptank, and that is, how fiat the land is
; When one descendS the Hudson. he 6nds him
Sell uaShing through mountain gorges, along
peasant nils that obstruct his gaze but fill
MIN with the romantic, but as we pass M these
noble streams the eye darts fax away. across n
country settled over with pleasant dwellings
I'LL the distant woodland or the blue sky bounds
the vision. And as be gazes, no sound but the
pun OF the steamer or the quack of the seabird
0!s'uros his ear. A sacred stiffness seems to
perVade all things, especially in autumn. And
"heh landed and carriaging through the coun-
'ry' one wonders at the tiatncss of the country
anu the beauty of the roads. Horse trainers
mere nave the best chance in the world for
tnelr work-foads perfectly level for miles.
That part of Talbot county sometimes known
as bayslde' lsa very unique scrap of territory.
FROM a map of the county now before me. |
md that 1t is at least half water. BEGINNING
at point short distance above Roval Oak.
Where the Treadhaven and Miles rivers come
nearest each other, we have section that is
crossed and notched up every way. Homes are
often very near each other, but it takes miles
TO reach them by carriage. 1t has been said.
and suppose 1t is true, that every man has
landing of his own upon his farm. T5ero ;s
especially one beautiful neck of land here call.
ed Ferry Neck, contiguous to Oxford. You
md the road striking through the woodland
about the middle of the Neck. This is nlea.
SAINT ride on summer evenings-roads yerv level
and shade thick. Setting up from this road. at
proper distances, are side-roads through the
wood. Turning into one you would soon find
yoursef entering field and nearing a farm.
mouse, and open TO most magnificent wafer
view.
ind In Bayside a Farmers Club. whose
movements like very much. Fifteen. and M
nore' can become members of it. They have
full club-G. w. Harrington, ESQ, President
I is Their custom to meet once a month st tho
iwelling of one Of the members and dine
Their business is to discuss some topic Of in. =
crest TO farmers; heara written criticism unon l
he farm and farming of the last member with :
7hom they dincd and to examine the dwellinc
nd fields of him they dine with TODAY. If =
nch club be kept alive, it cannot but benaf, b.
members. 1t brings each member under the "a
'rew once every fifteen months.
This morning is rather drear-a little patter
drops upon the pavement; but find the Odd 81
elbows are turning out. One of their mem. Cr
u.s. Henry Smith, Esq, died more than day de
TO- They to-day follow him to his grave. fol
Pardon my hosty pencilrpgs. | must send ~
u frst copy, not having time to re.write-
he carriage is at The dOor, awaiting me. L
Yours,