The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1866-07-13
A SUMNER DA7IN HAVING.
BY B. Z. AYLOR.

Five O'Clock and summer morning!
A silver mist haIgs all along the
streams, a few down clouds are afloat
and the Landscape Sheavy with dew.
The cows turned og from the milking.
are tinkling their Ay along the wind
ing path to the wods; the robins are
calling to each othr in the orchard,
and an enterprisinihen in the barn is
| giving "the WOrldassurance of''-an
egg. Somehow, cam, on such morn
ing, looks as if it ere just finished,
the coloring not dF, the mouldings
not ''set;" without grave or GRIFFIN it.
Noting the wayf the wind" and
remembering that te sun "came out"
us it set last night, lis pronounced a
good day for hayin2 So forth to the
meadow; the farme the neighbors,
and the boys, "arme ana equipped, -
a young bare-footeCOmmissary bring
ing up the rear, Wtl earthen jug, and
bright tin pai. bIuch talk of ''wide
swaths, and 'mtwing around" with
a laugh and ist, beguiles the journey
through the psure to the field of bat
tie. Coats ardiacke.s fly like leaves
in winter Weager and moves the pha-
IanY with steIand sweep through the
| tall, damp glSs. One bends to the
scythe as fitrere an oar, and pants
on in therearf his fellows. Another
walks erect al boldly up to the grass,
the glittering)lade the while curving
freely and esiIy about his feet. The
| fellow in Ke.ucky jean expended his
strength in lasting on the way, and
/ labors likealip ina heavy sea. while
the quiet clp in tow, that never said
a word, is Il pioneer of The field.
On the m,e, toward the tremulous
woods in ie distance. One pauses,
brings the yath to an "order arms"
and you ca hear the tinllling of the
rifle, asst slrpens the edge Of Times
symbols. Another wipes the beaded
drops fronhis brow, and then swath
notes blcn again in full orchestra
Onward 5iIi, tiey are hidden in the
waving gas--aI bat broken row of
broad brinnrd hits, that, rising and
falling, SEN to t0at slowly over the
top Of the madbW
Ten o'cloci AID a cloudless sky. The
birds and tn; naples silent and still;
not hltter in Woodland or faIlow.-
Far up in tie ble, d solitary hawk is
slowly sWingingn airy circles over the
farm. Fardownn the breathless lake
sweep his SHADOW fellows. The long,
yellow ribbon of)ad leading to town,
is aquiver with lat. "Brindie" and
Bed stand doZig in the marsh; the
sheep are painting the angles OF the
fences; the horses al grouped beneath,
the old tree; "Peco' the faithful
guardian of the nigh as craWled un-
der the wagon for ,hdoW, now and
then swapping in his sep at the flies
that hum around his padant car; the
cat has crept up into tt laafy butter
nut and stretched 1ersdat length, up
on a limb, tosleep;theonary is dream
ING on his drowsyperc; and even the
butterflies, weary0f fckcring IN the
sunshine, rest, like ful blown exotics,
on the reeds. Thechi.lren of neigh
boring school, all filsIrd and glowing,
come bounding dm the slope in
couples, the old redpal swung up be-
tween; and the clater of the wiudlass
betokens "the Old )aEen bucketo al
ready dripping upin.o the sun, with
its brimming weaIh Il water.
Twelveo'clockan AM abreaJhlass noon.
The corn fairly crls in the steady
blaze. Thesun has.riven the shadows
around under the W.T. andn0rth walls;
it has reached the non mark on the
threshold and pour: the broad beams
into the hall; the mrning glories have
struck their coIors and little vine
traiIed up the wall by a string Of a
shroud, shows decided symptoms Of
letting go. The hon wind, for din
ner, but its WeIc0mGnote surprises the
mowers in the mid$ Of the meadow,
and they'll cut theirWay out like good
soldiers, despite ther signal.
Back we are agaii to the field, aye
and back too, upon the threshold of
\ chane breath watts to
us the sweet, old fashioned fragrance
Of the new mOWn hay, and we are
younger in memory than wo'H ever be
again. The angry hum of the beesiust
thrown out Of house and home, and
-he Whistling quail, IS she Whirled
-imidly away before the steady sweep
IF the whetted scythes; and the shout
If the children as the next stroke laid
Ipon their summer hopes of the day;
md the bell tone Of the bob-o-links
upon the willows in the
Can't you hear-lon't you
them all?
And have you forgotten the green
,noll under the widespread beach-or
vas it maple? And how hungry you
we're, at the morning lunch, just from
though you hadn't earned
our salt" for a week +? And the brown
Ig filled with pure water, and in those
lden times, youknoW little black
ottle with something stroagerju5t "to