The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-08-13
@riainaI Matters.
Written for the Fremont Journal.l
IN THE COUNTRY By RAIL

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Good friends, I am in quandary. Tn
caption under which these articles have beel
written is now all inappropriate. 1 am no
where forest trees lift their leafless bOugh
gloomily to the sky, but where human habits
tions and depois of merchandise closel,
crowd the streets. This is my dilemma
l continue with this title, shall seem to b
| guilty of the disrespeCt of limiting that Ere
mont is country town and if discOntinut
this series of articles, you will justly con
vict me of but half-completing my under
taking and having, perhaps, followed, viii
some degree of interest, my trip from Tole
do, you will be ever saddened by an unsatis
fed anxiety as to how I returned. Afte.
careful consideration have chosen the
former of the two difficulties, and resolved
to risk the ire of sffrOnted city pride.
As 1 thoughtfully wend my way to the
domiciI of friend, how the keen air cut
my face, and the frosty PARTICLES cracklc
under my feet. am thinking of tbs rura
wintry scenes through which have .just
past, and as I recall the trees bearing theil
white, heecy burdens up to the IberstiDe
rays of the smiling monarch of day, and. the
fields carpeted with spOtless ermine, and the
warm-clsd farmer-boy, hauling to his faith
ers door the summers fuel in sIed-lengtb,
fresh.cut logs of shell-bark hickory, how
easy the transition to the same scenes clad
in the warm garb of - Ab, what q
magician is the imagination Talk Of the
wand Of thieviDg gypsy hagt 1t sinks to
nothiugness as the stars pale before the SUM-
Hark the faithful alarm of vigilsnt chanti-
cleer breaks upon the nights stiffness, BE-
fore one ray of morning begins to flush the
eastern horizon. The farmer, awakened,
rouses his boys to build the fire and soon the
women folks have breakfast on the table,
while the chores have been done at the barn.
Now the sun is well up, the dew has gone
on gossamer wings, and we will tarry under
this convenient, shady tree. I am not writing
of this day of reapers and mowers and horse
rakes, but of times before these innovations
had gained sure foOthOld, Hark human
voices herald the approach Of the good farm
er with his boys and hired hands. They
are here clad in coarse apparel discolored
with mingled dust and perspiratioD, and yet
they are cheerful, as they pass, armed with
scythes, forks, rakes, the Jug of cold water
and the sharpening Whet-stones. They
pause before pair of bars opening into
field of yellow grain gently waving in the
air; wheat in thick stools, with |
long heads well filed with large kernels.
It seems too bad to invade such an embodi-
nent Of ripe prosperity, and the men gaze |
moment Upon the rich scene. But monetary |
outweigh all taste for the
beautiful, aud the bars, hitherto perhaps un-
ouched since the scattered seed was har-
owed in from sight, one eater another drop
o admit the ruthless invaders. Now we
lear the rasping conflict of steel snd stone
s the Graders skillfully whet their Ecythes,
nd now the leader with deft stroke gathers
he helpless grain and lays it in a smooth,
egular, continuous swsth. 8 He is closely
olloWed by his agile binder who with no
7aste of notions takes up the sEath and
Onverts it into row of heavy shpaves.
'hus one after another of the couples sets
}, and soon away they sweep, round and
ound the field till the bundles dot the level
osom as islands feck the sea, and the mass
standing grain gradually disappears. ;
IesnWhile the sun slowly climbs the south
m sky and fercer descend his burning
cams. Mark the sudden change in the
oirits and action of the laborers, more hope.
lily they work and more rapidly falls the !.
heat and faster the sheaves appear. We 7
ok around for the cause; and in the dim
stance up the narrow lane discover two
rls approaching, the older one carrying q ;,
Ill and the two covered basket. Ah, now
g know what lent new strength to those n
Irvesters. Their luncheon was coming. n
be girls are here, and we see their plain 8
1t neat dresses and ribbons on their light :,
It's futtering in the breeze. They have n
tered the field and the farmer relieves a,
EN- of the welcome burden, and while
ey seat themselves on the yellow sheaves N
atching the men as they refresh the inner n
an, cheerily breaks forth the happy war !,
ing of some festhered sOngster from the o.
nse foliage over our heads, and we think h
at the life of the farmer is not one Of un- Io
Iieved toll after ALL h,
But what depression And yet could 1 ii
better2 What shall write next? 1t is n
Id presumption to describe a town to its
labitants-iti is much like telling an an ey
iOte to those who are known by the mar pl
or to have keard Of it before. However RI
arkling the wit, it falls upon leaden ears Inn
IitOrs, locals especially, from a dearth Of "
ginal matter presume, sometimes dig up lm
Vaif of poetry or an old story, and with fo
,fatory remark, by way of anticipating be
'lr readers dIsspproVal, re-re-publlsh It. VI
itOrs are privileged persons, and the de- Sc
se that such an article is " old but good, . th
pot altogether unacceptable. But con- on
butOr cannot thus rise TO question of
Vilege without being summarily aoored. lie,
nean he cannot keep the floor by any such PC
,tence. He will be ruled out of order pu
ht promptly, and must take his seat in
lgrin at his defeat Well will take Ca
lie to consider, and l presume shall hit EI
Oh some means of extricatlon from this for
emma. If do, my success will be all HI
more marked and the Consequent glory M
more satisfactory while in any event I ba
but fail, and the ignoming of defeat is
so bad as the disgrace of a cowsrdly sur Eek
der, FoeT. su'