Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-09-08

shadow, as il covered with dcep blue velvet. They
have never since appeared TO me SO high, SO vast,
and so beautiful. The green pasture land, over
which cur road lay with its forests of pine and
~hemlock, singing in the joy of the spring time
charmed US scarcely less, and we walked onward
in a wild iptoxication of delight. After we had
travelled about six miles, q, country wagon came
rafting along behind US, In it sat a short, thick
set farmer, With a wife of still ampler proportions.
As the wagon approached US, he refined in, his
horse and shouted to US: Get 10 ! get it there's
plenty of room, and we're going the same way.
We ebeerfully oteyad, and were soon on the most
Intimate terms with the jolly people, I said tOl
myself, the minute | saw you 7 exclaimed the
farmer, with a laugh Of intense satisfaction
Here's a couple OF farmers boys, who have just
got their corn planted, and are taking a little
lark before hay harvest. I'll help 'em along, that
| will and you see | wasn't wrong Sarah p
turning to his wife, No, john said she, you're
always in the right and then whispered to me,
who sat on the back seat with her, Il do think my
husbands the best mansin the world. We've been
married now goin' on t~hirty-six years, and we've
never fell out, as other married folks do. No, in
deed J Her broad, happy face, no less than her
determined voice, proclaimed the utter impossible.
ity Of such a thing. a
"I've got a son, john she continued, and he's
lately married, and gone to keepin' house. She's
the incest little daughter inla " / ever seen. Why,
you wouldn't know but what she was our own
born child ! The old lady was fairly eloquent in
praise Of her her sons wife. She explained to me
minutely how she kept her house in order, how
many COWS she MIXED, how neat she was, how ac-
tive, how saving, how cheerful, and how beauti.|
ful. While these confidential disclosures were
going on, we had reached q little village at the
foot of the mountains. Law = she suddenly ex-
claimed, there's my son, John !-John John
Here's two strangers we picked up on the road.
I've been tellin' 'em about you and Hannah janet!
John, however, who was engaged in the difficult
task of dragging along a refractory pig, by a rope
fastened to one of its hind legs, and who looked
very warm and vexed, was not so cordial towards
us. lie nodded there the pig made a bolt Darn
that pig Are you coming our way, mother q?
another bolt across the road, followed by John
| want to speak about that (beck again, and of
the other side) OalfP
Here we judged it best to leave our good friends,
and commenced the ascent Of the mountain. With
u va manu- VI bhO ohNf u 10 VIZ a
learned our plans, said You won't be far from
our house, as you 60 across to Aithyens (Athens,)
and you must stop and get dinner with US. Don't
forget, john, whenever you come to these
parts again J
We climbed Justify, and just as sunset was fad.
ing fir )m the Berkshire Hills, stood on the rocky
platform before the Mountain House. Outside Of
Switzerland, there are few landscapes in Europe of
equal beauty; and this first triumphant realization
CT mountain scenery was all that my 5oyish mag
nation had painted, and more. The nights were
moonlighted; and the view of the vast, mysterious
deep, traversed by the faint silver CLEAN of the
Hudson, as l saw it from my pillow, kept me
from sleep for hours. The next day was one of
unmixed enjoyment. We climbed the north and
south peaks, visited the Cauterskill Falls, lay on
the grass inhaling the oder of blossoming straw
berries and the resinous breath of the pines, and
INDUCED in the delicious intOzication of the hour,
without a thought beyond. We were the first Wis
itors that season, and possessed the mountains
alone. While sitting on the rocks, ! wrote some
lines of diluted poetry on a lit of drawing paper,
which fell out Of my pocket after warda-as ] sub
s~equeutly discovered, to my great regret, For
tune, however, is kinder towards bad poetry than
t good. The lines were found by a lady, some
] weeks later, and restored TO me through the col
umns of the New York Tribune. have lost bet.
ter poems since, and nobody picks them out of the
/, dust.
On the second morning we anne down 10 the
/ level of common earth again, and a walk of TWEEN
e ty miles or more brought US to Athens, opposite
Hudson, in the evening. Here we slept, and then
set of at ~daybreak intending to reach Stockbridge
t that day. But one shower after another delayed
US on the road we got bewiIdered among the
Claverack hills, and were fain TO stop at a farm
. house early in the afternoon, to solicit rest and
: dinner. The residents were a young couple, still
t overcome with the pride and happiness of their
first child. A judiciOus nursing of the latter, while
. the mother prepared dinner, no doubt procured for
us the best the house could afford. We had ham
and eggs, potatoes, mince pie and coffee (don't
remember everything, even TO the pattern of the
e plates p and were dismissed with good wishes
' the honest young fellow refusing to take payment
. for the meal. This hospitality was we'll timed, as
O our resources (miRe, at least were fast dwindling
+ away. / became suddenly conscious that it would
be Impossible to carry out my plan 10 all its orig.
d inai grandeur. What was to be done 2 We sat
4 down on a bank Of damp vioiets, and held a se.
rious consultation, the result of which was that
+ We turned about, rather crestfallen, and marched
back to Hudson, where we arrived after dark. a
T The rain next day justified our decision, and
we therefore took the twenty-five cent steamer to
b. New York. Here | parted from my companion,
d slept mot at the Howard House, though j and
5 then set out for Philadelphia. By taking the cars
y to New Brunswick, and waking thence to Trenton,
S in time to catch the evening boat to Philadelphia,
| managed to make the journey for one dollar, and
thereby cheat our Danish state out Of her passen.
e ger toll, The day was hot the road dusty, and
my spirits much less buoyant than when on the
d outward tramp, but by hard walking l got over
e the twepty-eight miles in seven hours. One more
s day, mostly on foot, and l was at home, triumph.
8 ant, with nine cents in my pocket, and a colossal