The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1861-05-30

made museum of his barn-yard: three
wagons with nine wheels among them
plough shares and no handles; plough
handles and no shares; lanky colts
with no mothers; calves untimely or
phaned; odds and ends of tanning
mills and threshing machines pieces
of all sorts of chains and harnesses is
a fine specimen of a shifting, shiftless,
'dickering' Yankee.
Over there is his brother, but his
better: neat, New Englandish rows
of tin pans shining in thesun, pleasanter
to look at than the shield of Achilles,
beside the milk-house by the spring
old-fashioned vines trailed up over the
window-withered now, but showing
the route they went when spring came
slowly up this way;'-a glimpse of a
cheese-press secured white as the steed
| (O the beautiful maiden Priscilla rode
home on from her wedding, seen thro'
the open door festoons of pared, quar-
tered and cored apples depending from
the ceiling; festoons of blue yarn
adorning the chambers, necklaces of
pumpkins swung from pillar to post >
turkies, suggestive to Thanksgiving
and good cheer. Whisk him ever so
swiftly, he does not forget to bring his
days with him: Forefathers' Day and
Thanksgiving, Christmas and New
Years; nor seeds from the choice ap-
pie trees under the hill, that swayed
their leafy hand over the stone-wall,
laden with red and golden, green and
russet temptations for young warfaring
Yankees en- route for school.
And for his good wife, she did not
forget the samplers the girls wrought,
nor the rising sum bed-quilts with a
piece of every -body's dress in it, nor
the homemade linen, nor the home
made hear and ways, for that matter.
Nor if she be very old fashioned, did
she forget the wheels little and big,
nor the reel with tick to it, nor the
sswift'-we never wrote that word, be-
fore; she called them 'swiffs,' you
know-nor the loom her mother had,
or her grandmother, out of which came
the treasures of the chest of drawers ,
it was as big and as barn, but she
brought it, and set it up in the place
over the wood-house and looked low
ingly upon it.
Over yonder lives a man not quite so
neat and pains-taking, but little more
dashy: the whitest of white. bouses,
the greenest of green blinds; he white
washes his fences, his trees, his pigs
he does not draw his words as if he
were making clock pendulums, but is
brisk and short and cheerful not
troubled with catechisms, brought the
-of-July with him, and swears-
fguratively speaking-by the State OF
New York. As for his wife, she has a
loving memory, and dearly delights to
talk about York State,' and the good
things she left; she has patch of dill
in garden corner, and of carraway,
to carry her back to the good old times,
when in dress of glossiest silk, well
saved, and a snowy hankgerchief not
shaken out from the smooth folds OF
the ironing-what a savage word
'mangling' is for such a business land
sprig of the aromatic carminative,
she went forth with a song in her
mouth, to church on those old Sundays
when she was younger.
Just here is house, a red house
red behind and before; red to the TOP
of the chimney. Squatted beside it, is
an out-of-door oven, shaped like we'll
to-do gray cat just from a nap in an
ash-heap. An acre of cabbages-the
only sight, by the way, that reconciles
us to the figure "a sea of heads'-fanks
the cat; pair Of square-built clumsy
horses in breast harness and bear-skir
names, are standing by the door, and
all proclaim the Mohawk Dutchmar
strayed away to the banks of the Gee
dar.'
But the railway baris divining roc
to find new and fresher homes for then
all, and its touch is just now the 'toucl
of nature that makes the whole WORLD
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