Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1868-06-23
Letter from Mr.. COpp-' Ny Farm at
Edgewood."


doubt II one of them were in New
Haven he would make a pilgrimage
thitEer 10 see with bis natural eye
what had already been so beautifully
set forth to his vision. He would
wait impatiently, if he got in there
in the evening-and it is a common
experience to get to stopping place
at that margin in the twenty>four
hours when the vast fog bank OF
night looms betwixt one and his spe,
cial oblect-he would waitimpatient.
ly for the night to roll away and
would be up betimes in the morning
say four O. the clock-and wash in
the freshet Of cool water, and slick
his hair, and adjust his necktie, and
pocket his whitest handkerchief and
have long spell of holding back for
breakfast. To which latter ceremo-
ny he would be present in the flesh
but in no other respect whatever; be>
ing already probably well on his way
towards his Mecca, which in the
case sufficiently indicated by the four
words at the commencement of this
epistle is the dwelling place of ike
Marvil, know n among the neghbors
as Donald G. Mitchell's farm. NY
companions were an elderly man and
young lad--the latter somewhat
related to me and vastly better post
ed in the minutiae of Edgewood, and
likely to be of good service in the
way of memory. In fact this youth
kept full two lengths ahead of us all
the journey over there, which of
course is boy fashion, and, having
seen and been filled, maintained about
the same distance reversely on the
return. which is also remarkably boy
ish.
Our course was "cross lots" avoid
ing street cars and stages, and there
by we fall among some of the Dem
ocratic voting population, notorious
for small houses and pig pens
But permit me to say that in this
case the honses were not novels and
goats tethered to stakes superseded
the national pig. Whether they were
"Fanians' or not it is impossible for
me to say, but to their everduring
credit be it said the national smell
was not, and we walked through the
hamlet at not q rapid pace and with
our fingers off our noses. One son Of
Erin who leaned over the fence to
get our photographs as we came
along and vino was blessed above
his neighbors in goats-having some
three old ones and as many kids--we
stopped To make inquiries of respect
ing this, to us,new dependence in dai
arying
He stated that his best nanny-
pointing TO female of the genus ca
pra that looked as though she would
like prodigiously TO caper off into the
little garden patches-where allowed
to range-that is TO feed on neigh
bors' garden sauce, would give 1.-TWO
quarts sir" Of milk but with post
feed she only turns out one-which
of course is honest milk. The elder
of our company entered into con-
Ration with the proprietor who
gave us to understand that his onion
bed failed "thish sazin," whereupon
the "elder" pointed out to him
dark, swampy spot in the garden
where he told him they would prob
ably succeed as he had seen damp
soils tried to advantage. For this
piece of information the son of the
Emerald isle was under infinite obli-
cations. His face, his body indicated
his gratitude as he calculated over
and over, "they shall be planted in
that very shpot nixt SATIN sir they
shall be planted in that very shpot
mkt sazin sir!" And the last We
heard as we tore ourselves away and
continued up the little hill beyond
the house was, "They shall be plant-
ed in that very same shpot mkt sa-
zin sir =
To Westville was distance of
about four miles. 1t lies under West
Rock, the southern abutment Of
range of hills which run into the
Green Mountain range. The side
towards the village is steep crag
about four hundred feet in height, it
is fac smile of Maiden Rock, Lake
Pepin. Westville is made up Of old
homesteads wood co'ored boards
and pales surrounding them for the
most part two church spires are Wis
ible above the elms and it has the
appearance Of being held in tee by
persons who like ease and comfort
better than show.
We got the directions TO Mitchell's
and passing on and out ofthe village
came in sight of an old farm, enscons-
ed in trees, about mile off. The
boy was sure that was Ike Marvils.
ON bet it is, be said sit looks exact,
ly as though it might be it's the on.
ly house that can see that is in the
edge of wood And look see the
gates all over the farm I'm sure
It's Ike Marvirs and he ran over
with agreeable expectations. We
proceeded along we'll made road,
on either side of which were young
elms; q continuated taper of an UNI
brageousness which has its base on
the New Haven public square. As
we neared the premises we were
wondering whether Ike would well
come US or not, aud, 10 truth, We
had come all the way without stop,
ping to reflect whether Ike Marvil
would take as much interest in rs as
we did in him.
We had come with feeling Of
ownership. Perhaps ! shall not de-
grade the subject by comparing it to
a feeling like that of the constituent,
when he goes to visit his representa-
tive at the Capitol. We hadn't in all
our reflections allowed that Ike Mar
vii was aprivate man, subject to like
passions as ourselves, but we had Ike
Marvil the genial, the flowing, The
sunny, in our thoughts and INDUCED
the singular notion that whatever he
had legal title 10 we had an un-
: questioned right to inspect.