Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1871-09-21
Miscellany.
In the Country.

Children love the country and are never
so happy as when reveling in its freedom
and si@ p icity. Mamma, however, must
not mind if aprons are soiled, and that
Johnny comes in with sunburnt cheeks,
torn pants, and shoes odorous of the pig
pen or barDyard The unadulterated coun-
try is the thing, not fashionable hotel i'll
the country.
here, in this old farmhouse, in pure,
unalloyed farming town, are trio of city
children, waiting to take their turn in
riding old Rollo, whose sobriety, coming
of years and discretion, for he has seen
about thirty summers, is sufficient to war
rant the little people mounting and riding
along the shady roadside, under the leafy
naples that make grove of the thorough
fare.
Now it is Johnny's turn, and he be-
strides the steed, and with lofty bearing
he rides out into the yard; thinks his
so starts into trot. He bumps up and
down, his face nearing at every step the
horses neck. and inwardly concludes that
slow and sure" is the best motto on horse.
back
Now Miss Alice is assisted to the saddle.
This little woman, just in her teens, feels
that her ladyhood is at stake, and sits
erect, holds the maple bough riding stick
very daintily, and rides off in queenly
style on her palfrey, more satisfied than
"lady gaye," of yore.
Last of all the wee BARN is tossed up on
the seat OF honor, AID held there while
old Rollo sOlemnly promena5es back and
forth as if conscious thai delicate bit
was intrusted to his broad back. Perhaps
more truly that he prefers this pace to any
friskiness of youthful blood
The cavalry expedition over, Rollo is
turned loose in the spacious green that
surrounds the house. He nips at the
sweet briar bushes over the garden fence,
and having cultivated taste, considers
the propriety of walking through the gar
den-gate, left open by the thoughtless lit
tie hands, so in he goes to indulge in a
little "garding sarse,' when the voice of
his master, prone among the cucumber
vine, shouts, "Ho, Rollo, get out of here p
The knowing creature pricks up his ears,
and obeys the order with shake and a
nod, which says: 90, I didn't know you
were there, sir"
Then there is fishing in the brook, with
analder pole and hook made of bent
pin. o, here comes little trout on the
end of the line. pity his fate, not yet
believing that he likes to be caught, but
such is the lot of fishes, great and small
There goes the wee bairn's foot knee
deep into the brook, so we must hie home
ward at this juncture, too, the dinner bell
sounds summons not to be slighted at
the farm house.
At dinner our host talks about the rye
field, and "Comin' thro' the rye" is the
music suggested.
The children are clamorous for ride in
the big hay cart down to the rye field, so
all that are not children act as if they
were, and the hay, or rather the rye cart
drawn by two stout horses, is taken pos
session Of by the party. Even the "wee
bairn goes, and down over the bridge We
thump, getting some excellent digestive
shakes and bumps, all productive o1
hilarity.
From the rye field, while the cart is be
ing loaded, the party stray to the river
and take lesson in geology, and also il
skipping stones. A huge rock, perfect
mosaic after natures rather rough pattern
furnishes fine theme on which the learn
ed man of the party can discourse to his
eager disciples-while wee Blue Eyes
grows red in the face hurling pebbles into
the fair Connecticut. After the lecture al
take to skipping stones and watching the
little fishes.
Back to the rye field; the children cli1ni
on the now loaded cart, and ride hom,
among the ripened sheaves, bloomy con
trast to the hoary headed grain. Tht
others plod on after-thinking of "firs
the blade, then the ear, then the full CON
in the ear" applied as well to human
blossoms as to wheat and corn.
The yellow golden rod mods to US al
along the way, and we stop to gather tn
lovely maiden hair ferns 10 twine aboa
our hats, singing as an apt accompani
ment:
sAll around my hat I wear weeping willow.
Only three o'clock! Why, days her,
are as long as six in the city. The youn
people turn to the ever-Waiting balls an
maliets, and the laugh and shout tells {
the freshness of youth and hearts brimfr
OF gladness.