Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1870-07-16
Mr. Anderson,s Colnm,l.
The Round Trip.


write of their travels so of course the story Oi
routes becomes old. But the incidents ofjour'
neying are always new. SO have found itin
my summer trip.
From Ohio to Buffalo, and tho transfer to
the Erie Railroad, had in them nothing that
was very strange; but II was parting with real
delight when the Lake Shore road was left.
The sombre cars of the Erie are pore comior-
table than beautiful or cheerful.
We arrived at Binghamton, where we were
met by my old friend Dr. Taylor of happy
he whose close observation during
extended travel in the far East has opened the
way for the delight of so many audiences in
America. In the morning we rode about that
beautiful city. The clear waters of the two
broad rivers that unite in the centre of the
town; the shaded drives that are along the
banks the grand mountains that surround the
quiet city; the fine buildings, public and pri-
vate e;r-all conspired to give me the impression
that was seeing one of the gems of American
towns
We did not go to the Inebriate Asylum,-it
was too hot,-but we saw the magnificent
building from town, in an outlook over the
Susquehanna We rode up 10 the Water-clrs,
and about through the Cemetery. We looked
on the outside of the new Churches, and on the
beautiful inside of DIR. Taylor's. Then we babe
adieu to the coolness of the shady city, and
commenced the dustiest part Of the most dusty
car-ride have ever taken.
From Binghampton to New York is through
country that is grand indeed. We are whirled
round curves that test ones faith in steel and
along the edge of cliffs that make ones head
swim. Even the cinders in our eyes, and the
clatter of the caT.echo against the rocky wall
on the neither side ofthe train could not pre-
vent our seeing sights that were grand, or hear
ing remarks that ern't
A good old exhorter who sat in front, as we
whirled along above the river and looked down
from our dizzy height upon its rocky bed, and
the sleepy canal beyond, said something about
being "hair-hupg on the brink of death p
With it he heaved a sigh, and it was echoed in
the breast of a good old lady fiom southern
Indiana, who was "goin to York to see Saman-
tha Ann, bein' as her husbands dead and her
darter's kinder peaked like"
"Sakes alive" cried the old lady, "ef ever
git sot on the gound agIn, catch me IL temptin'
Providence this way, not eff hcv to hoof it
back to Posey County, Samantha Ann'd a
whistled fer me to a come eff I'd o knowed
Lordy massy jis' look down tharl Them
critters on the canal don't look no bigger than
yearlin's. See them rocks right down where
we'd fall Gracious sakes we're over the edge,
kin look straight down! Why jist little
jump and over we'd go to kingdom come -
Y-e-h !.-OLord! what's that are thought
wes goin' thenr'
Numbering on we went! Just before
Patterson there was shriek---then the whistle
down brakes on bridge fifty feet high, and
we went back to pick up from the gorge the
mangled, disfgured body of poor boy of some
twelve years who could not get off the bridge
to escape our train The engine struck him,
and he landed on the rocks fifty feet down =
Poor boy Poor motherl
We got into New York at about 10 o'clock,
and l went to bed nursing three-cornered
piece of coal in my eye. In the morning, just
as got nicely through my business and we
were ready TO see The sights and "do New
York" it began to rain in the persistent, uns
compromising way which generally charac-
terises rain storm that begins on the wrong
end of dusty railroad line, and the equally
wrong end of sight seeing. But it saved you
a twice-told description of New York sights,
for We took the cars for Chatham, via Lake
Mahopac, that paradise of inland watering pla-
ces.
At Chatham we begin 10 come in contact
with the slow moving trains and baggage
masters. The transfer Of baggage from the
Harlem to the Boston 81 Albany roads was ac-
complished just in time to have our devoted
Saratoga" hurled into the door ofthe baggage
car, tit missed the agent) and we started at a
speed of over mile an hour for Springfield
Mass.
80 here we are, unfortunately not at the
Blassassoit House, having been induced to tly
another where we lose the freedom and genial
hospitality that we have been accustomed to
find in Springfield. But it is worth while to
learn lessons.
One thing notice painfully 10 New Eng.
land, and that is, there is less of courtesy in the
stores than in the west-i e. west of New Eng.
lond. There seems IA grufness a sort o.
curt indifference that have not found in Ohio
or west of it,
Now / was born and raised" in New Eng
land, but some 10 years west has spoiled me
for this sort of thing All! but love the west, a:
who dosep't who has learned to call it home
Tomorrow we go to Amherst for the Com
mencement Exercises of the College, and to
night we sleep to dream ofhome.
SUPPLEMENTAL.
After a nights sleep, and on waking to til,
gorgeous sunlight, so clear and bright an
tempted to fill out the space of nay column
with word or two about these "blew hills o
New England that we saw yesterday.
Looking on we could see heavy clouds hang
ing round one of the mountains, while tn,
streaked darkness extending to the valley tolC
of rain. The curving road brought us head-oI
to it, and before long we rushed into it. How
it did r9inl But soon we shot through anC
came out into sunshine beyond.
| Twisting, winding. like wounded snake
our train on the Boston g. Albany went-nov
shooting bridge, then a cnt through the solit
rock, and every minute or two opening SOM
new grandeur or beauty that came with sur
prise. had seen it all scores of times as