South-eastern Independent. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1871-1871, 1871-09-22
Miscellany.
In the Country.

A WRITER of "Rbral Notes" in tn
q. Providence Journal discourses as follows
Children love the country end are neve
so happy as when reveling in its freedom
and siBpicity: Mamma, however, mus
not mind if aprons are soiled, and ths
Johnny comes in with sunburnt cheeks
torn pants, and shoes odorous of the pig
pen or barDyard. The unadultersted coun
try is the thing not fashionable hotel i,
the country. ,-.a 1=-f.
here, in. this old farmhouse, in a pure
unalloyed farming Town, are trio of citJ
children, waiting to take their turn il
riding old Rollo, whose sobriety, cominc
of years and discretion, for he has seer
about thirty summers, is sufficient to war
rant the little people mounting and riding
along the shady roadside, under the leafy
msples that make a 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
spsed not beftting his elevated situation
50 starts into trot. He bumps up and
down, his face nearing at every step the
horses neck, and inwsrdly 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 lsdyhood is at stake, and sits
erect, holds the msple 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 bairn is tossed up on
the seat Of honor, and held there while
old Rollo solemnly pTomeDades back and
forth as if conscious thai a delicate bit
was intTusted to his broad back. Perhaps
more truly thst 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 st 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 q
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: o, didn't know you
were there, sir"
Then there is fishing in the brook, with
analder pole and a 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
suchis the lot of fishes, great and small
There goes the wee bairn's foot knee
deep into the brook, so we must HE 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 clsmorous 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, al productive of
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 in
skipping stones. A huge rock, a perfect
mosaic after natures rather rough pattern,
furnishes fine theme on which the learn
ed man of the party can discourse to his
eager -QlSCl p1cS-h4 4l6 hcc OiuC Eyes
grows red in the face hurting pebbles into
the fair Connecticut. After the lecture all
take to skipping stones and watching the
little fishes
Back to the rye field; the children climb
on the now loaded cart, and ride home
among the ripened sheaves, bloomy con-
trast to the hoary-headed grain The
others plod on sfter-thinking Of " first
the blade, then the ear, then the full corn
in the ear" applied as well to human
blossoms as to wheat and corn.
d. The yellow golden rod mods to US all
along the way, and we stop to gather the
lovely maiden hair ferns 10 twine about
our hats, singing as an apt acrompsni-
ment:
'All around my hat I wear weeping Willow
Only three o'clockI Why, days here
are as long as six in the city. The young
people turn to the eyer-waiting halls and
mallets, and the laugh and shout tells of
the freshness Of youth and hearts bIimful
OF gladness.