Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1867-05-17

His personal appearance was somewhat
striking. He was rather tall. lank, and
inclined ~ feel encumbered with his hands
and feet. To close observer. IL was evil
dent that I.emuel uas not oulte decided
as 10 whether his e.xtremities were mates
-or not; for he was always observing his
feet 10 see IL thew both were of a length;
and he measured and compared his fingers
81 frequently, that YOU felt inclined to
inquire If he had changed hands with any,
body.
He was sandy-haircd, with eyes and
complexion TO match. When Nature
planned Lemuers personal appearance.
.she did not believe in contrasts, but in a
simple uniformity.
Lcmuel had beon brought up on a farm,
and at tweuty. .two had never been thirty
miles from homo. Az this epoch In his
history, he sold a colt, which his father
had given him. for seyeuty.five dollars;
and with the possessions of this sum Of
money his ideas Of life grew very much
wider. lie began to realize how circum-
scribed his existence had been, and to
have aspirations for something broader and
more extensive generally.
After giving the matter much serious
thought, he decided that he ought to trav-
ell. He passed many a sleepless night in
profound cogitation before he spoke Of it
10 his parents.
And one morning, at breakfast he hor-
rihed his mother by exclaiming, as he
transixed huge potato on his fork,
II am going to Bosting'
His mother sprang from her seat, up
setting the tea-urn all over her clean ging-
ham apron, and the back of the unlucky
cat, and few to the side Of her son.
"Lemmyr' she cried, fare you crazy?
You're agoing to have another spell in
your head, knowl You was took afore
a-talking strangel Iebuon," to her hus-
band, you'd better harness the old mare
and 60 after DIR. Jones. Ill make you
some catnip-tea as quick as can, Lemmy,
and put mustard draft onto yer stom-
ach!'
"Dont be spoony on feller. old lady"
replied Lemuel, with all the careless in
difference becoming 10 man OF his prop
ertys when man has got money, It's
nothing strange that no should want to
visit furren parts. Don't they alters go
to the Continent in all the novelsS l
guess, II you hFd as many gfeenbacks ns
have got, you'd want 70 see few sightsl'
ooh, Lemmy, my doar sonl you can't
be scris?' cried Mrs. Drayton. In great
distress of mind.
"Yes, I'm as serig as ever Parscn Brown
was 10 n funeril I've heern tell of Bos
ting, and I'm bound to SEQ i'll There's
powerful lot Of great sights therel There's
the Airtherk necum. and the Bunker Hill
Monument, and the State House, and some
thing they call the Hub Of the Universe
It's a great name, and reckon it's worth
looking at. / expect it's one of the prin-
eipal Iionsl"
So Mrs. Drayton, understanding that
Lemuel was in earnest, proceeded, with a
heavy heart, 10 got his wearing-apparel in
readiness for the proposed trip.
The news Of Lemuel's intention had
spread all over town; and the next morn
ing, when he was ready to start for the
depot, quite delegation Of friends aud
neighbors had assembled to shake hands
with him, and bid him farewell--for
Meadyile was backwoods place. and go
ing to Boston was looked upon as great
and perllous undertaking by the simple
minded country folks.
Lemuel Yves resplendent in suit Of
home-spun grey, with steel buttons; and
as he had spent nearly all of the previous
day In polishing these same buttons, they
shone and glitlered like 50 many full
moons
Ills vest was oil scarlet velvet his neck.
tye had long done service as greenland
yellow ribbon on his mothers Sunday
bonneii and his collar set up around his
neck, unyielding as fate. On his arm he
carried the "baled basket full OF cheese
and dough-nuts; and agreeably TO his
mothers advice, he had taken along with
him the old gun, which had been bis
grandfather's. lie would need something
to defend himself with, Mrs. Drayton
said. The old gun had been destitute OF
clock" for twenty years; but Mrs. Dray-
ton said most people was afraid Of fre-
arms, and II anybody attacked him, he
could show thom the gun aud they'd be
likely 10 leave.
Hismoney was deposited in his fathers
old red leather wallet, and carefully pinn-
ed into the left breast pocket Of his vest